Lines and Numbers (Johnlock)

Chapter 5

If you read this far awesome. I doubt it. See ya. Also! Trigger warning on this chapter :( but there's some cute Johnlock so :)

That night, I lay in bed, awake, for a little while. Thinking. About Sherlock.

Then I fell asleep.

"Sherlock?" "Okay, look up. I'm on the rooftop." I looked up towards the roof. My vision blurred as I saw the person standing there. "Oh, god," I said. It was Sherlock. "I... I-I can't come down so... we'll just have to do it like this," he said over the phone. Why is He on the roof? No. No. No...

"Sherlock," I said shakily, feeling my breath speeding up. "What's going on?"

"An apology."

I looked up at him, waiting.

"... It's... all true."

No.

"John?" Sherlock's voice said quietly. It wasn't through the phone.

It's dark. Where am I? It's... warm. Bed? Yes. Bed. I'm in bed. "John, are you okay?" Sherlock's voice said again. I opened my eyes. I was in my room, in bed, at night. And I just woke up from another nightmare.

"I'm alright..." I muttered, sitting up. Sherlock was there, sitting on mg bed next to me, his hand on mine. "You were moving around a lot. You seemed unhappy. Were you having a nightmare?" He asks quietly. I looked at him in the dark. "I was. Can you turn on the light? I can't see, and I'm going to get some water."

He went over to the lamp and turned it on, flooding the room with light. I got some water from the kitchen and came back, sitting on the side of my bed. Sherlock came over and sat next to me, and I looked at him. Then I noticed.

"Sherlock, you're sweaty," I said exasperatedly. He nodded slowly, looking guilty.

"You were exercising, weren't you?" I said, putting my hand on his. He nodded again, staying silent.

"Jesus, Sherlock. You can't do that!" I said, more harshly than I meant it. "Just... How about you stay here with me. So you don't go doing something like that. Okay?"

He looked at me, a suspicious expression on his face. "So soon, John?" He said, grinning. I blushed scarlet and pushed him jokingly. "Sherlock! At least pretend to be a mature adult."

"Jesus, you sound like Mycroft..." Sherlock said. Then he shrugged. "Yeah, sure. I'll stay with you. I don't want you to have nightmares."

I looked to him, and our eyes met. I turned away, blushing yet again.

As Sherlock and I lay in bed that night, I knew neither one of us was asleep. We were facing opposite directions, though, and I didn't want to be the one to break the silence. I could feel him shifting uncomfortably, trying his best not to 'wake' me by pressing against me or something.

Finally, I turned over to look at him. I heard him sigh. "John, aren't you going to get any sleep?" He asked, turning to look at me. I could see him slightly in the dark. His beautiful face, perfect hair, but thin, dry, and his eyes...

"I love you, John," He said quietly. "There. I said it. Now will you? It's not like I've been waiting ever since I met you or something..."

I smiled, not sure if he could see me. Then I sighed, myself. "Sherlock."

"Yeah?"

"The nightmares I have... They're not about the war. Not anymore."

"..."

"Sherlock."

He reached out and placed hand on my face. I could see the sadness and regret in the dim light of his eyes.

"Sherlock... They're about the fall. You know the fall. They're devastating. Every time wake up, I'm terrified. I don't want to lose you."

I could see tears in his eyes as he drew his knees closer to himself, and pulled me closer to him.

"I love you, Sherlock. That's why. I could never live without you. Not now."

I knew it was finally time.

I leaned forward towards him, even though we were already almost touching. I felt my lips press against his, feel the emotions of his pooled into the kiss. I pulled him closer, melting into this kiss. I wrapped my arms around him, and I could feel how nervous he was.

"Hey, hey," I whispered, pulling away. "You okay?" He nodded, blinking rapidly.

"I'm sorry, John. I... I won't do that to you again." I held him tight, not wanting him to blame himself.

"No."

"John? What?"

"It's not your fault. You had no choice. I don't want you to think you don't have a choice again. At least... tell me next time?"

He nodded, then pulled me to him. Our lips connected again, and everything else disappeared.