Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, they belong to the BBC/Arthur Conan Doyle
The sound of gun fire surrounded him, machine guns constantly firing from both sides. Screams, shouts, cries for help. People pleading, praying. Bombs falling all around him, getting closer and closer. Please not me, please not me. Boom, boom, boom. Men flying all around him, so much blood. Coming closer. BOOM.
John woke up screaming. A mixture of sweat and tears ran down his face. Panting, he sat up and wiped his soaking face.
"JOHN!" Sherlock shouted as he barged into Johns room. He looked scared, worried, desperate, frantic. "What's happened? What's going on?! Are you hurt?!" Sherlock asked rapidly.
"SHERLOCK." John shouted trying to get him to shut up. "I'M FINE, I just had a nightmare," he explained.
"Oh thank god, I thought something bad had happened to you..." Sherlock said relieved. He flopped onto the edge of Johns bed. "Are you sure you're okay?" Sherlock asked placing a comforting hand onto Johns arm. John looked at his hand suspiciously. "Yeah, I just thought they'd gone" he answered quietly.
"It's okay" Sherlock whispered while he slid closer to John and put his arm round him. "I'll protect you John." He said as John leaned his head on Sherlock's shoulder.
"Promise?" John whispered.
"Promise." Sherlock answered.
They laid like that, John's head on Sherlock's shoulder and Sherlock's arm around John, in silence until John felt like he could sleep peacefully again.
"Do you want me to stay with you?" Sherlock quietly asked.
"Please." John replied quickly.
John pulled the covers over himself and Sherlock put his arm around his friends waist while Sherlock used his other arm to stroke Johns hair.
Long after John had drifted off to sleep Sherlock watched his stomach slowly move up and down gently.
"I've never told you how much I care about you John Watson. You are more than my blogger. You are my colleague, my rock and the love of my life." Sherlock whispered into John's hair.
"I love you John Watson and I will love you for the rest of my life." He whispered as he drifted off to sleep.
"I love you too Sherlock Holmes." Sherlock heard John whisper.
Sherlock drifted off to sleep grinning from ear to ear.