I'm Not Afraid (Sherlock BBC Fanfiction)

Chapter 8: Esther (Alice's POV)

I awoke early the next morning. Not surprising, really. I never sleep late unless I pass out. I blinked a few times and found that Sherlock was not sleeping beside me. I looked up, trying to find him and saw him in his customized dark purple shirt and black slacks. His hands were in his pockets and he was staring at the window intently. His expression was blank and expressionless as always when he was looking at other people. I watched him, drinking in his sexiness, and laid down sideways on the bed. I looked down at myself, flushing deep red as I did so. I had not realize how undressed I was. Oh, well. Next time, I'll come crying in a more appropriate manner. I looked up again at Sherlock. He was watching me this whole time. Seeing that I was awake, he smiled and walked toward me. I sat up slowly, my arms wrapping around his neck. His lips found mine and he kissed me for a moment before pulling away and smiling at me.

"Morning, love." He said. I smiled, closing my eyes.

"Morning. How long were you awake?" My cool hand found the side of his face. He kissed my palm.

"Long before you were. I even had time to get your things in my room."

"Oh, alright, that's-- wait what?" I blinked and shook my head, unsure if I misheard him. My things? In his room? What on Earth could they be doing there?

Sherlock laughed at my reaction.

"Something wrong?" He pretended as if nothing happened and he was innocent.

"Yeah. What the bloody hell are my things doing here, Sherlock?" I demanded. He raised an eyebrow.

"I thought it would be obvious." I snorted at that remark.

"Well, excuse me, if my name is not Sherlock Holmes." He laughed again.

"Well, I moved your things here because I don't want you to sleep alone anymore." I looked at his icy green-blue eyes.

"H-How do you mean?"

"Alice, do you really think I was going to let you go through your nightmares alone?" I bit my lip as I leaned into his shirt. His arms wrapped around my waist.

"You don't have to, Sherlock..."

"I don't want you to be fighting this alone. I'll fight them for you." I laugh slightly.

"They'll never go away. Don't even bother." He tilted my chin, smiling a little.

"It'll all work out." Suddenly, I heard a noise coming from Sherlock's stomach that could be mistaken for a bear. He grinned sheepishly. "Sorry. Kinda hungry."

"I'll make something. Can I dress.... Please?" Sherlock pursed his lips.

"Why? I don't mind the way you look. Sexy." My face turned into a shade of scarlet.

"Sherlock!" He laughed.

"Okay, okay." He slipped out the door, still chuckling. I growled under my breathe. If that man didn't learn how to stop embarrassing me, I'll be a tomato instead of an Alice. I jumped up and headed to the bathroom to brush my hair and teeth. I put on my usual ripped jeans and a white, frilly blouse. My feet were bare, but I didn't care much. I headed out the door, and ran into the kitchen, my hair practically flying as I sprinted by. After washing my hands for 30 seconds (I have counted), I turned on the stove and began making breakfast. I heard John muttering a good morning to Sherlock as I was frying the eggs and bacon. After the main course of the breakfast looked ready, I made some coffee for the three of us. I already knew how Sherlock liked his - black, two sugars. I have learnt this because of watching him make coffee for himself. I wasn't supposed to watch because he used to be irritated when I did so. My thoughts washed away once I noticed that the coffee was ready. I set three plates with forks and knives on the table. I poured coffee for everyone and put bacon and eggs on everyone's plates. Personally, I was not very hungry after being so very well experienced with starvation.