Post Traumatic Stress Relief

by ConsultingDetective221B

John Watson has moved back into 221B Baker St after the death of his wife and is suffering from horrible nightmares. Sherlock does his best to soothe his friend's suffering and their relationship blossoms into more than the friendship they've shared throughout the years.

1. Night 1

"SHERLOCK!" John shouted as he bolted upright from his sleep. He leaned forward and placed his head in his hands as his flat mate came running up the stairs to his room.

"John! What's wrong?!"

The army doctor heaved a deep sigh. "Sorry. I'm so sorry. Bad dream. That's all."

The consulting detective sighed in relief and sat on the edge of his friend's bed. "Oh, thank god. I mean- I'm sorry, but I thought you were in danger."

"No. No, I'm alright. Sort of. Just a nightmare."

"I'm just glad you're safe." Sherlock patted John's shoulder. "My god, John, you're soaked through!"

"Yeah, night sweats. Happens occasionally. Grab me a fresh shirt, would you?"

Sherlock nodded once and stood up, going over to the dresser to grab John a clean T-shirt. He tossed it over and his flat mate changed, throwing the old shirt into the hamper in the far corner of the room. He stood there awkwardly for a moment before breaking the silence.

"Do you mind if I compose for a bit?" Sherlock asked suddenly.

"No." John coughed. "No, not at all. It might… help. Feel free."

"Right. Yes, my thoughts exactly. I'll erm… I'll just be going." The detective paused for a moment before descending the stairs to the main flat where he took up his violin and played a soft, upbeat melody which lulled the doctor to sleep.