BBC Sherlock imagines

Hotel Room

"I can't believe you dragged me all the way to Belfast and didn't even book anywhere for us to stay the night" you complained, again. Sherlock had been offered an interesting case in Ireland, and insisted that you came too, despite your best attempts to get out of it. It was now half past midnight and you were trapsing around the dark streets looking for some hotel that had room. If it were up to Sherlock you'd still be working the case, but you had been whinning at him for hours and he was starting to struggle concentrating so gave in.
"Sherlock, let's try that one" you said, pointing at a tall hotel across the street. The two of you approached it, walking through the spinning doors and walking up to the reception desk, with a very bored, very touchy looking woman sat behind it. "Two bedrooms please" Sherlock said. She huffed and sat forward, clicking her computer mouse a few times before replying in a very board, mechanical manner, "Sorry, air, we've only got one room left with one bedroom." You groaned loudly and that was almost enough to send him crazy. "We'll take it, we'll make do somehow." She reached down and handed him a key card, muttering the room number in the same mechanical tone. "Fiance's just left her, she took the night shift to avoid being home alone, now regretting her decision" he muttered as you walked away. But something in his voice was different but you couldn't place what. You eventually got off the lift on your floor and you made it into your room. "Peefect" you said, "There's a sofa, I'll take that you can have the bed."
"No, no it's uh..fine" he mumbled, but there it was again in his voice. You turned to face him to be meet a very dazed Sherlock, struggling to hold any posture and swaying slightly. Then it struck you; you'd been looking around for a hotel for so long that all the adrenaline from the chase had completely gone, and you couldn't remember the last time you saw him go to bed. You walked over, standing in front of him and looking up-you being a good foot or so shorter. "Sherlock?"
"Hmm?"
"You're exhausted aren't you?"
"No, what do you mean? I'm perfectly fi-"
But his words got cut off by a quiet yawn. "Come on, let's get you to the bed" you said, guiding him by his shoulder. "No, no. You have the bed. I'll be fine on the sofa, I'm not even that tired" he protested,trying to wriggle free, but he knew that was a lie he definitely wasn't getting away with. "Will you just take your shoes and jacket off and got to sleep?" You said, pushing him down onto the bed. "A lot" he said stubbornly,stanfing back up again. "Fine, why don't we both take the bed?" You said, regretting it immediately afterwards, but id was out there now. He looked at you, slightly stunned, just blinking for a moment before replying with a quiet "ok" and sitting back down, starting to untie his shoes. You went around to the other side, removing your coat, shoes amd shirt, leaving you in your jeggins and under-vest. You switched your bedside lamp on and went to switch off the main light. You plugged your phone in and laid down next to Sherlock who has already been there for a few minutes and had been watching you since. You smiled at him. "Goodnight Sherlock" you whispered before switching off the lamp. You lay there for a bit, it always took you a while to get sleep. You and Sherlock both turned to opposite sides of the bed, so you had your backs to each other in order to give the other as much space as possible. After just 15 minutes your heard quiet snoring fill the room. Usually you hated snoring, but this wasn't annoying, it was sweet in a way...adorable. 'No, you can't think like that when he's lying right next to you' you scolded yourself. His snoring was steady and peaceful and it soon sent you into a deep sleep too.

The next time you awoke, it was still dark. You flicked your phone on quickly to see the time-only quarter to four. You were about to lie back down and go back to sleep when you realised what had woken you in the first place. There was a few quick jolts in the bed and then the stopped again. You frowned, rolling over to face Sherlock. You were a very still sleeper, not changing position at all, but it looked like Sherlock was the complete opposite; he'd now moved more into the centre of the bed, one arm was stretched across the mattress towards you, the other was rested on the headboard behind him and the duvet was completely tangled up in his long legs. The jolting started again, and it turned out it was from his outstretched arm twitching and hitting the mattress. You were confused because he was definitely asleep-heavy breathing, lips slightly parted, worry lines gone. So what was he doing? All of a sudden he began to mumble. It wasn't clear enough for you tell what he was saying, but the way he did it made him seem scared, terrified even, and desperate. Wait, was Sherlock Holmes having a nightmare?

You didn't know what to do. You could tell that it was having a serious effect on him but you didn't know what to do about it. You laid there and watched him for a few minutes, contemplating what to do, but you couldn't watch him struggle any longer so you tried to wake him up. Youb placed your hand down on his shoulder and was about to gently shake it, but all of a sudden, he stopped shaking and his body visibly untensed. You moved your hand away and he grumbled again. So you placed your hand back down, sliding it down his arm and gripping his hand. Then you shuffled closer to him, pressing your side into his and adjusted his head so it rested against his shoulder. You stayed alert for five minutes, looking for any signs that he was still dreaming, but there were none. You started to relax again, closing your eyes and slowly, very slowly, drifting back to sleep. Sherlock fidgeted a few times, but only to nuzzle closer to you.
Just as you fell asleep, you felt an arm drape across your stomach as you'd let go of his hands.

You woke up entangled in him. Both his legs had wrapped around one of yours, his arm was still across you and your bodies were even closer than before. You tried to detangle yourself and roll away, embarrassed, but you couldn't remove him without waking him, and you knew he needed to sleep. Your shuffling had disturbed him,however, and ur wasn't long before he began to stir and his eyes flickered open lazily, quickly landing on your eyes. He smiled sleepily at you. It took him a few more seconds to acknowledge your proximity but even then he made no effort to move away. Instead he just shifted onto his back and yawned. He turned his head back to look at you and asked, simply, "Why?" You thought about whether to lie ans day that you had no idea, but decided against it, and explained all of what had happened. "Oh" he said, softer than you'd ever heard his voice go. He looked away before saying; "I've had a lot of them lately. I don't really know why but it's why I haven't been going to bed, and when I have they've always woken me up half way through the night." You looked at him sympathetically, trying to show him that you were there but not really knowing how. "Um..." he began, starting to fidget awkwardly,"Would you mind, if maybe, we did this more often, for the time being, I mean. It's just I've noticed that I've slowed down a lot, from not sleeping, and I-uh-feel better when you're there." You were shocked by his confession, but you didn't let it show. Imstead you smiled over at him and nodded. He sighed in relief and grinned at you. One of those very rare, genuine grins that only a few people recieved, you most of all.

"Anyway,you've got a case to solve, get your arse out of bed"

A/N
I feel like this is really poorly written, I'm sorry. I'm just really starting to run out of inspiration. Comment if you have any pointers/ideas;)) Xx