Sherlock's POV
I don't sleep. Especially not with a new unknown person in the room. He could be a criminal, a murderer. So I don't sleep. I listen to John Watson sleeping. I can't watch him because it's too dark. He's dreaming about something. I get out of bed and walk round to see his face. That's when I notice his eyes are open.
"Mmm, hey, Sherlock," he mumbles. I doubt he'll remember any of this in the morning judging by his actions and his voice, he's actually still asleep and only semi-aware that he is actually talking to me.
"Hello, John," I reply with a small smile. I may as well show my kind side seeing as he'll probably never see it again.
John smiles, pats my head and snuggles into his duvet, closing his eyes in the process. I can't help but think he looks so... Cute? He reminds me of a hedgehog curling up into it's self. I stay there for a while before I feel myself getting tired
Tired? I never feel tired. Oh well, I walk back to my bed and curl up in my duvet like John.
"Sherlock!" John looks over at me smiling his wonderful smile, "Haha, come on silly!" He grabs my hand and we start running through the streets of London chasing a criminal called Dave who was banged up for murdering three people at the same time. I smile and laugh, I'm running hand in hand with my crush, chasing a criminal. Wait, my crush?
I pull John back and we look each other straight in the eye.
"John," I whisper.
"Sherlock," John whispers. I pull him towards me and kiss him slowly, giving him time to decide if he wants it or not. And he wants it. He pushes me up against a nearby wall.
"No!"
John?
"Leave him alone!"
John?!
"What did he ever do to you?!"
John?!?!
"NO!!"
JOHN!!
I bolt upwards and break out of my dream to see John rolling around in his bed screaming and crying. I throw my covers off my bed and rush over to him.
"John! John, calm down, it's me! It's Sherlock!" I shout next to his ear. It does nothing though.
"John! Please, listen to me!" I reach out and do something I've never done before to anyone. Ever. I hugged him. Well, I kind of hugged him whilst pinning him to the bed to try and stop him from moving around so much.
"SHERLOCK!" John screams which takes me by surprise and I fall off of him. The thrashing stops and John's eyes open, wide and frantic, searching for something, "Sherlock?" He whispers.
"Yes, John?" I ask trying to sound casual.
"Sherlock!" John shouts and runs over to me. And he hugs me. John Watson hugged me. I feel my heart melting and I feel my arms making their way around John so that we are hugging, properly.
"Are you going to tell me what that was all about, John?" John pulls away and looks at the floor.
"Well I suppose you won't be wanting me in your room now, will you?" I squint at John and tilt my head.
"Of course I want you in our room, just because you had a nightmare, everybody has dreams. You can't help it. What was the nightmare even about?" A look of horror flashes across John's face, "Listen, John, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to, it's just you were shouting my name," John blushes.
