Experiments (Sherlock BBC- Johnlock Fanfic)

11- Nightmares

-Sherlock-

It had been a long night, but Id run out of work. After prowling all the security cameras to find they'd been disabled, and running the victims name through records I'd grown frustrated. Molly had failed to send me the list, saying she was in the middle of an autopsy and would do it when possible. That woman didn't have good priorities at all.

I had to wait another day before Dave the IT guy cracked the victims laptop passwords. Apparently it was too much to ask him to come into work at 9pm. Something about his wife's birthday. Seriously, it was like no one cared about this.

Grumpily I walked up the stairs to our apartment. At least John would be satisfied that I at least tried to sleep tonight. I pulled the key from my pocket when I heard a yell from inside.

My heart stopped.

John.

I dropped my key in surprise and then fumbled to pick them up as quick as I could. Bursting into the room what I saw broke my heart

~John~

There he was. At the top of the building, reaching out to me. I could feel my heart hammering and my breath quickening.

No no no.

He reached out to me.

'Goodbye John.'

I reached out to him hopelessly as he leant forward. My heart stopped. I heard a scream, his name, as I ran towards him in blind panic. His limp body was falling gracelessly. I couldn't stop looking. I couldn't start breathing again.

Someone knocked into me, but I barely noticed, and I ran to where he had fallen.

I stopped, shocked. There was a pool of blood around him. Weeping and breathing heavily, I ran towards him, falling to my knees. His eyes stared of into the distance, I frantically searched for a pulse.

'No.. no... he's my friend,' I cried to those around me. I reached out to his hand as I watched the life leak out of him.

I could feel myself shaking and weeping but I was distant to it. Like I wasn't in my body. I was watching myself hopelessly cling to the husk of the best man I'd ever met, watching the blood pour onto the pavement.

One of the paramedics started shaking me, and frantically calling my name.

I opened my eyes. Sherlock was looking down at me panicked. I looked at him disoriented.

'John, John! Are you alright?' he asked quickly. I nodded my head slowly.

His shoulders relaxed as he rubbed his forehead. I had fallen asleep on his chair again. I grew aware of the fact that he was straddling me, and a heat started crawling up my neck.

'What was that John?' he held up my violently shaking hand, concerned.

'N-nothing.'

He climbed off me and returned with a cold towel which he draped over my sweating forehead.

'You were moaning and screaming my name.'

I stopped moving. I scrunched up my nose and looked at him.

'What? Oh no no! John I thought you were in danger!'

I smiled tiredly at him.

'What was it about john?'

I looked at him, refusing to talk.

'The nightmare John. What was it about.'

I shook my head.

He frowned and left the room. I sighed. I didn't want to talk about his death. Instead of leaving me to my distress he returned and handed me a cup of tea. Sitting across from me he sat, looking at me intensely, while twiddling his thumbs.

'John I just want to know that you're okay. And I wanted to tell you that Im sorry for ignoring you today.'

I looked up from my tea curiously. Sherlock had never apologized to me before. Never seriously.

'Sherlock it was about you.'

He looked mildly surprised, even though he had heard me yell his name.

'You died again.'

His thumbs stopped moving and his shoulders stiffened.

'You always die Sherlock. Every time I sleep I relive it. Ever since you took away my pills.'

He looked at me with disbelief and guilt.

'John...' his voice was low and husky.

He stood up and walked over to my chair. Looking unsure he reached out and touched my face.

'I'm so sorry.'

He leant down and hugged me close to him.

'I'm so sorry John.'

I was in shock. His smell encompassed me as he pulled me closer to him. Slowly, I wrapped my arms around his back.

He kept hugging me and he pulled himself onto the couch.

After a few minutes, I was confused. He hasn't loosened his grip on me or gotten off. I shifted to look down at his face. His eyes were shut, and despite the chalky paleness of his skin, and the dark rings around his eyes, he looked perfect. I let my body relax and wrapped my arms tighter around him and allowed myself to fall asleep.

I didn't have any nightmares.