*John POV*
"Is he alright?"
Greg is back from seeing Mycroft, walking over to Sherlock and I as soon as he comes back.
"Yeah, he's fine. How is Sherlock doing?"
"Didn't really fall asleep until Jim left. I got up to use the loo and when I came back Jim was gone and Sherlock was passed out."
"That's good, he doesn't sleep often."
"Should we wake him before Mycroft goes back under?"
"Myc said to let him sleep. He can go back whenever he wakes up though. I need to go back with Myc, stay here and keep an eye on him please."
I nod, watching Greg go back through the doors and down the corridor. Sherlock starts mumbling, frown on his face deepening as he gets more troubled. He reaches out suddenly, grabbing my hand tightly. I let him hold my hand, sitting down on the floor and leaning my head against his chest as I too fall asleep.
"No, hes fine. Its kind of cute, dont you think?"
I wake up to see Sherlock lying on the floor beside me, his head in my lap. Greg chuckles softly, turning and leaving when he sees that I'm awake.
"Hey Sherlock."
He blushes, looking up slowly.
"Sorry....I umm...didnt expect you to....to wake up yet. Ill...ill move."
"No, its fine. Its alright. You can stay if you need to. If you want to I mean."
Sherlock smiles, sitting up and leaning against my side. I wrap my arms around him, resting my head on his.
"Have you seen your brother yet."
"Nope. Was waiting until you woke up, I didnt want you to be alone."
"Well, I'm up now. Dont you think you should go check on him?"
"I'm scared."
"Scared of what?"
"To go back there."
"Has Greg said anything?"
"No."
I'm starting to worry now, running my fingers through Sherlocks hair as a way of calming both of us down.
"John..."
"Yeah?"
"What....what are you doing?"
"Sorry."
"No, keep doing it. Please."
I smile, going back to gently tugging on his curls.
"Do you like it when I do that?"
Sherlock nods, snuggling closer to my side.
"How about this?"
He looks up in confusion when I dont do anything, forgetting to breathe when I press my lips against his. I pull away after a few seconds, blushing slightly. Sherlock is still frozen, starting to shake slightly.
"Sherlock?"
"He cant find out you did that."
Sherlock pulls away a tad bit, shaking getting worse.
"I'm sorry."
"He cant find out."
"Sherlock, look at me. He doesn't matter, alright? Look what he did to you."
I lift the sleeves of Sherlocks sweater, noticing something I hadn't noticed before. Sherlock looks down, crying silently as I gently tug his sweater off to reveal the extent of his scars from cutting himself.
"Sherlock..."
"Dont."
"Does Mycroft know?"
"No, he doesn't. And he doesn't need to know."
"He should."
"Well, he doesn't."
I pull Sherlock against me, hugging him tightly.
"You need to talk to someone about this."
"I'm talking to you about it."
"But what about Mycroft? Don't you think he should know?"
"Not particularly."
I kiss him lightly on the forehead, not letting him go until he has calmed down.
"What are you going to do to me?"
"What are you talking about Sherlock?"
"You're being too nice, why?"
"I'm not being 'too nice' I'm trying to help you."
"Help me with what?"
"You need someone to talk to, to be there for you."
"Oh."
Greg comes back a few minutes later, smiling when he sees Sherlock and I curled up together.
"Myc is up again."
Sherlock starts squirming, springing up when I let go of him. He holds out a hand, pulling me up beside him and following Greg.
