The Final Chapter

Nightmares

*John POV*

Sherlock insisted on sitting in the boys room tonight, leaving me alone. I wake up for the second time in the past few hours, absolutely terrified. Without Sherlock to talk to, it takes me a while to calm down. Eventualy, I decide to walk around a tad bit, hoping to steady my nerves.

"John, is that you?"

"Yep."

I walk into the boys room, finding Sherlock curled up with Honeycomb on the floor between the beds.

"Why dont you come lie down in our room?"

"I'm scared, I dont want to leave them."

"Come back, and we can talk about it."

Sherlock nods, standing slowpy and walking over to me. He hugs me tightly for a few minutes before taking my hand and following me back to our room.

"Another nightmare?"

"Yeah. Its okay though. What happened tonight, at the mourge?"

"I got scared."

"Of what?"

He lies his head in my lap, closing his eyes.

"He's back."

"I know. You're going to be okay though."

"The marks on his wrists, they're the same as Hamish."

I sit him up, pulling him into a hug as he starts crying.

"Shhh. Its okay. Is that why you were in there again?"

Sherlock nods, trying to steady his breathing.

"Wh..what about you?"

"Nightmares again."

"The same ones?"

"Yes."

I don't have the heart to tell him the truth, what I was really dreaming about. Seeing his body, lifeless on the ground. What we saw when we first found him, when Moriarty broke in here.

"You talk in your sleep."

"Oh?"

"I heard you from the other room. The first time you woke up. Why didn't you come get me?"

"I thought you were sleeping, its fine."

"They're not the same ones, are they?"

"No. They're not."

"Which ones this time?"

"Sherlock, its fine."

"I'm sorry."

"Its not your fault."

He knows, he figured it out.

"Its not your fault."

Sherlock lies down, pulling me to lie against him. Its the same thing we did right after I got home, me lying on my stomach and Sherlock below me. He wraps his arms around me, kissing my forehead lightly.

"I need to find him."

"Its okay Sherlock. You'll figure something out."

"No one is that clever."

"You are."

He goes silent, I can practicaly hear his thoughts.

"Goodnight Sherlock."

"Goodnight John."

I close my eyes, comfortably able to sleep again.

Sorry for such a short chapter, just needed to get something out and I figured this was a sufficient end to a chapter. Thank you all for making it this far in my unreasonably long fanfic. Loads of love to all of you! 💙