Johnlock ~ Here For You

Sherlock?!

Roughly an hour later John arrived back at the flat which was quickly filling up with thick black smoke causing him to cough immensely. "Sherlock?" John called worryingly, but there was no answer from the kitchen where smoke was billowing out in a huge cloud. John cautiously walked over to the doorway covering his nose and mouth with his sleeve to prevent breathing in even more smoke, it was so dense that John couldn't even see his hand in front if his face. "Sherlock, where are you?" John called again as the smoke started to disperse through the open door. "Mmmm mover mere." came a muffled answer to John's left, "Sherlock is that you?"

"Uh huh, I med I'm mover mere."

"Ok, I'm coming to get you. Why is there smoke everywhere? You know what, I don't want to know." John said as he made his way towards Sherlock's suspected location. "There you are." John said as he accidently kicked Sherlock. "You're a bloody idiot, did you ever think of opening a window? Of course not because Sherlock Holmes knows everything including 242 types of tobacco ash!" he cried fiercely.

"Actually John it's 243."

"Not the point Sherlock, now go and make yourself useful and open a bloody window!" John sighed as he made his way to the sink and tipped away Sherlock's 'experiment' that he had acquired on the way.

"Did you just throw away my dilute hydrochloric acid down the drain?! You're lucky it wasn't stronger, just don't pour bleach down it." Sherlock said as calmly as possible considering the tense atmosphere.

"What was you doing anyway?" John sighed.

"I told you experimenting, I was testing how much carbon dioxide was present in an average can of full fat Coca-Cola against diet and it accidently caught on fire..." Sherlock explained.

"It just caught on fire? You wasn't smoking again were you Sherlock? You haven't smoked since Irin-" John stopped speaking immediately, "Sherlock I'm sorry, I know you found her departure hard."

"Oh no John! No need to apologise." Sherlock smiled "And for your information I had no other feelings for her beside annoyance do you know how many times she asked me out for dinner?"

John couldn't help but smile, "Wasn't it at least 20 times?"

"Yeah, a day." Sherlock laughed.

"Mrs Hudson won't be happy seeing the state of her kitchen, anything else I shouldn't pour down the drain?" John asked with a hint of amusement.

"Don't think so." Sherlock replied nonchalantly.

"Well I'll leave you to clean, it shouldn't be a too hard task I'm going to go lay down for a bit and depending on the state of the kitchen we can decide on dinner plans, that alright with you?" John asked.

Sherlock only nodded in reply. John walked back out of the kitchen and decided to crash in Sherlock's room, it wasn't as if he was using it and he was too worn out to make the journey upstairs due to the days emotional upheaval. The bed sheets were warm and soft as John wrapped himself in a cocoon shape similar to a caterpillar and fell swiftly asleep. Once Sherlock had finished the kitchen he went searching for John, the only place he hadn't checked was his own  bedroom but surely he wouldn't be  in there? Sherlock walked silently across the hall and opened the door as quietly as possible, there on the bed was John, he was sprawled out taking up most of the bed - he looked so peaceful. Sherlock almost didn't want to wake him but he too was tired and had no where else to sleep. John's room was hardly used and was used more as storage as John 'didn't feel the need to unpack' properly so that was out of the question and if Sherlock wanted a decent nights sleep the couch wouldn't do as he was quite a lot bigger. The only option left was to wake up John.

"John." Sherlock whispered, "John." he said a bit louder but John stayed deep in sleep. It was hopeless he was flat out and nothing Sherlock did could wake him. Too tired to do anything else Sherlock climbed onto the bed and yanked the covers off John just enough so it still covered him and proceeded to find a comfortable position amongst the covers. He fell asleep almost instantly. Later that night at roughly 3am Sherlock started to stir, the dream from the hospital was back and it was more vivid than before. "No... I said stop." Sherlock mumbled as he curled up into a ball and kicked John in the back. "What the bloody hell? Why'd you kick me?" John asked half asleep. Sherlock began to whimper and curled up even smaller, "NO!" he screamed. "SHERLOCK!" John shouted waking up the detective, "Listen to me it's not real you're safe now it's ok." John said as he tried to soothe his flatmates nerves. "Come here." John whispered opening up his arms, Sherlock looked at him fear still etched into his eyes, "I won't hurt you, you know me Sherlock." John whispered and moved closer to Sherlock. "Have I ever hurt you?" he murmured. Sherlock looked as if he wanted to run to the bathroom but he stayed still and shook his head in reply.

John took it as a hint to shuffle closer to Sherlock and wrap his arms around him in a protective embrace. Sherlock stiffened then momentarily relaxed and squeezed John tightly. "I'm sorry, you shouldn't have to see this." Sherlock said into John's jumper still gripping him tightly. "Want me to go?" John asked.

"Could you, I mean if you don't mind of cour-"

"It's fine, don't worry, see you in the morning?" John cut Sherlock off, his voice trembling slightly as he started to get up. Sherlock just held on tighter "I was going to ask you to stay." he murmured and looked up at John with such sadness in his eyes.

"I'll stay if you want me to." John said as he wrapped the quilt around them, "Go to sleep, I'll be here when you wake up, promise."