Sherlock knows he's done something wrong, but how can he make things right with John? This fic features Insecure Sherlock, hurt/comfort, fluff and sleepy cuddles! Are there better tags to add? Enjoy! PS: I do not own any characters or places from the Sherlock BBC series.

sherlock and harry potter crossover All rights go to Sir Arthur Conan-Doyle the BBC and JK I will be quoting a lot but that is all their rights I am but a humble writer adding to their supreme works

John's never had a patient quite as broken as Sherlock Homes. Or as ignorant of the fact that he is, indeed, broken. He speaks rarely, and when he does it's this torrential flow of insults and hurt memories and sadness. He speaks like he doesn't know that he's broken yet, like he thinks he's fine, and superior to everyone else in the room. Maybe he is. John doesn't know. Maybe he's not as beautiful, and clever, and graceful as he believes. Maybe he isn't some kind of ethereal creature that John has had the honour of beholding. Maybe he's just broken. And useless. And alone. John doesn't think so. John thinks he's everything, broken man and all. * Sherlock's never done anything quite like dancing. When he was there, wood springing under his feet, soft and warm and secure, he was happy. Sure. But he didn't know then that he'd give anything to be able to dance again. To have the pain of crushed toes, blisters, aching and biting all the fucking time. He didn't know he'd miss it like he misses breathing. But he does. Sherlock forgets to breathe, sometimes.

This AU is one where instead of Sherlock jumping, it is John who meets his 'end'. Sherlock is convinced John is gone as John was convinced Sherlock was gone in the show. ------------------------------------------- This fanfiction is mostly going to be one line per chapter, but in random cases there will be a longer chapter. I hope you enjoy.

What happens under the moon, stays under the moon. || INCLUDES SPOILERS Heavy mental health topics - CW