John's Safe Place

Chapter 4

~Sherlock

We made it back to the flat. I could tell Jawn was asleep. I paid the cabbie and got out slowly and carefully trying not to wake him up. I got out and walked up to the flat. I open the door and walked upstairs. I saw Mrs. Hudson.

"Is he alright, Sherlock?" She asked. 

"No," I said, holding Jawn close. I could feel him cuddled into me. 

"What happens?" She asked.

"He had a PTSD episode and multiple other things," I whispered. She nodded. I walked into our flat and walked to my room. I think he will be more comfortable there then in my arms. I laid him down. I was about to move away when he grabbed my arm. 

"Stay," Jawn whispered. 

I sat down next to him. He cuddled closer. I held him. I think I'm falling in love with my flatmate.  I knew I can like him but love him is something different. I never want to see Jawn sad. I never want to see him scared.  I close my eyes listening to his breathing. I think this is the first time he actually slept without nightmares. I smiled softly. 

~John

I woke to the feeling of someone else in the same bed as me. I slowly open my just in case the lights were on but it was dark. I looked around saw a familiar silhouette. I looked closely and realized it was Sherlock. I smiled softly but was very confused about why he was in here with me. I also realized I'm not in my room. I was in his room. I sat up felt him pulled me closer.

"Don't leave," He mumbled. I chuckled run fingers through his hair. He leans into it. I never thought in my wildest dreams that this could happen. I relaxed and smiled. He looked up at me, "Jawn," 

"Yeah, Sherlock," I said softly. I could tell he want to ask me about yesterday.

"What hap-,"

"It was nothing," I said. 

"Jawn, it wasn't nothing it was a panic attack," Sherlock said sitting up. 

"Yes, I know but it's mild. I'm fine," I said looking at him.

"Jawn, you were clinging onto me for dear life. That's not normal," He stated. I sighed know he was right but I don't want to talk about it. 

"Sherlock, please. I don't want to talk about it," I said.

"No you don't want to talk to me," Sherlock said and got up . He walked out. 

I sat there and curled up into myself. I felt tears stream down. I took a few deep breath and trying to calm down. A few moments, I got up and walked to the bathroom. I did what I need to. I washed my hands and splash some water on my face. I looked at myself in the mirror. I saw all my flaws. I know Sherlock can see them as well. I hung my head. I don't like this. I don't like me. I heard a knock on the bathroom.

"Jawn, we got a case," Sherlock said.

"I'll be out in a moment," I could tell my voice was a bit cold.

"Jawn, I'm sorry about earlier," He whispered.

"It's fine Sherlock. I knew you didn't mean it," I said. I dried my face and open the door. I looked up at him. I could tell he was confused. 

"Jawn, I just want to help but I don't know how if you don't tell me," Sherlock whispered. 

"I know, Sherlock. I'm just not ready to talk about it," I muttered. He nodded, "Now about that case." Sherlock starts explaining. I wrote down a few things, "So, you think its the neighbor," 

"No, I know it's them," Sherlock smiled. I nodded small smile. 

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