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"JOHN, SAVE ME!" Sherlock yells, fear and pain in his voice. John runs in, a worried look on his face. He sees the detective in his bed, still asleep and tangled in the covers. The doctor shakes his friend awake, trying to pull him away from the terrible nightmares. Sherlock's blue eyes snap open, full of fear and panic. He was breathing heavily and was holding onto John's jumper with an iron grip. Once Sherlock has calmed down a bit, John begins to ask questions.
"Sherlock, what was your nightmare about?" John asks, rubbing Sherlock's back to calm him down. The detective takes a few shaky breath, takes a deep sigh, then answers.
"I-it was a nightmare about Moriarty."
"What happened, Sher?" Sherlock shakes his head, making his curls fly and bounce around. "Come on, Sherlock. You can tell me. You'll be fine." After a long pause, he finally answers.
"I had a nightmare about what happened when I was with him."
"When he had taken you away from here and had hurt you?" Sherlock nods, clenching his hands together. "Do you want to talk about it?" Sherlock shakes his head and John nods, understanding that the detective just wanted to forget the whole thing. "Well go to sleep and we'll see if you're better in the morning." John gets up and is about to leave until a hand stops him. He turns and sees Sherlock wide eyes that had scared lookin them, like a child who has been living on the streets his whole life.
"Please don't leave me, John." John runs to get blankets and sleeps on the floor next to Sherlock's bed, ready to stop any more horrible nightmares. Luckily it doesn't happen for the rest of night, which the doctor is very thankful for.
John sipped his tea, savoring its flavor. He was a bit sore from sleeping on the floor last night, but at least Sherlock was happy. The younger man was still sleeping, trying to catch up on the sleep he's lost from his recent nightmares. About two months ago Moriarty had broke into the flat and kidnapped Sherlock for nine days. That may nor seem like a lot, but it was for the detective. He had been, tortured, beaten, broken, and raped by Moriarty himself. The reasons being was he wanted to hurt Sherlock and make him regret ever standing up against Moriarty himself.
One night after Sherlock had gotten home, John heard him yelling in his sleep. "Stop, please stop! Get off of me! John, save me please!" Sherlock had begged in his sleep. The ex-soldier had woken him up and Sherlock had collapsed into his arms and cried for an hour. At that moment John had known he was a broken man. Light footsteps run across the floor and John sees his friend. The two don't speak, both eating their breakfasts silently. It's Sherlock who begins the conversation.
"John, I'm ready to tell you about my nightmare last night." The ex-soldier sits forward, giving the younger man a gentle smile. "I was back with Moriarty, in the basement where he had been keeping me for those nine days and I was tied to a bed. He began by hitting me with a whip and he laughed and laughed. He threatened to kill you, and Mrs. Hudson, Molly, Lestrade, and Mycroft. Then once I was bleeding all over the place he unzipped his pants and raped me. It went on forever and I was in pain, and I was also... burning. Like I was in Hell and he was the devil himself.
"I began to cry and he laughed even louder and hurt me even more. I couldn't stop it! Then I was screaming and sobbing at the same time, begging him to stop. He leaned in really close toy ear and whispered 'No, pet. You must suffer until you have no heart and can feel nothing, like me.' That's when I began screaming for you to save me and you did." John clears his throat, slightly uncomfortable by that story.
"Sherlock, was that a dream or, um a- a memory?" Sherlock lowers his eyes and stares at the ground, seeming very uncomfortable to John.
"A memory." He whispers in a broken voice. Then he begins to wail loudly, crying into his scarred hands. John holds his friend, whispering comforting words and telling him it's all over.
"No it's not, John!"Sherlock snaps, tears falling down his cheeks, "I will never forget what Moriarty did to me and I will always be a lonely, sad, broken man."
"Yes, Sherlock, you may be a sad, broken man, but you are not alone because I will always be here for you." John gives his friend a comforting smile and Sherlock hugs him, happy that John will always be there for him. His friend. His best friend, John Watson.
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