BBC Sherlock imagines

Train Journey

You and your flat mate and best friend, Sherlock, were on a very long train journey to Edinburgh for one of Sherlock's cases. He was sat next to you, in his mind palace, as he had been for the last... hour and eighteen minutes. You decided that you were definitely not going to get much conversation out of him so decided to get lost in your own thoughts. You let your mind wonder and the first thought that popped into your head- well it just had to be Sherlock didn't it(?) You were worried about him. You had only known him for a handful of months now, but you knew that something was up. He hadn't slept in just over two weeks now and wasn't eating more than an apple in a day, if at all. He barely even spoke to you and when he did, it was when he needed something from you. You had known within a week of living with him that he wasn't any ordinary person, but you knew that even for him this was incredibly unhealthy but there was literally nothing that you could do. You continued to think about it and soon it lead you onto different thought trails, some of it about him among a lot of other topics which were quite simply, totally random, but they were in your head, so not much of a surprise there. After a little while, or a long while (you couldn't really tell) you were abruptly pulled out of your thoughts by a heavy weight landing on your shoulder. Surprised, you glanced over to inspect what it was, only to be even more surprised by Sherlock's head leaning against you, his eyes closed, lips slightly parted and him breathing deeply and heavily. You smiled and let out a slight sigh of relief that he was actually sleeping. You looked at your watch. It was an almost 5 hour journey so he still had around three hours to sleep. You reached forward for his coat, which he'd removed, and placed it down, gently over his lap. You then,with as little movement as possible, switched off the light above you(it was already dark outside) before getting comfortable and putting in your earphones to listen to music for the remainder of the journey.

(A couple of hours later-Sherlock's POV)
My head jolted upwards and I had to blink a couple of times to get rid of the sleepiness in my eyes. I looked around slightly confused and hating the feeling of not knowing where I was or what was happening. I looked to my left, and saw (Y/N) who was looking at me too. She reached up and switched on the light above us and I flinched at the sudden beam of light in my face which then forced me to rub my eyes. "What happened?" I asked, trying to sound normal but my voice came out in a quiet mumble. She chuckled at me before saying "you fell asleep, idiot"
"When?" I asked, still confused and tired. "Well" she checked her watch "about two and a half hours ago now" she said. "Oh for gods sake, why didn't you wake me up!" I snapped slightly, regretting it afterwards.
"Because, Sherlock, you haven't slept for over two weeks now! It's no wonder you fell asleep in the first place, you must've been exhausted! It's really not healthy you know!" She shot back "and I'm going to assume that you're still tired and not take offence from the tone you just gave me" she added sternly. I fell silent not really sure what to say when a new thought popped into my head. "Wait, what way did I lean?"  I asked. "On my shoulder, why?" She replied. "And I've been asleep for two and a half hours?" I continued. "Yes..." she said.
"So you stayed still and let me sleep for two and a half hours!?" I asked, now astonished. "Well, yes I guess so. I wasn't going to wake you up was I?"
"You still could've moved me, pushed me against the window or something"
"Well I presumed you were a light sleeper, and I didn't want to take any chances. You haven't slept properly Sherlock" she said as if it were completely casual.
"Do you really care that much?" I asked still astounded.
She went silent and almost seemed to blush slightly. I decided not to pursue it any longer and leant back against my seat. "How long do we have left?" I asked.
"About 45 minutes" she replied, quietly.
"Well, I won't have much chance to once this case starts up properly, I may as well sleep now." I said, adjusting my head into a more comfortable position but failing. She smiled at me and said "you can lean on my shoulder again if you like?" I smiled gratefully and took up the offer. It didn't take long before my eyelids felt heavy again, with her intoxicating scent and the comfort of her warmth. The last thing I remember is her switching of the light and whispering "Yes. I do care that much, Mr Sherlock Holmes" before I fell into a deep sleep...