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Sherlocks Sleepless Night
'are you ever going to use yout bed?' John asked when he had come into the living room to finnd Sherlok bleary eyed in front of his laptop.
'I would but I don't have time' John knew full well his colleage went days without sleep and often without food but, as a doctor it worried him.
'you should be getting eight hours sleep per night, you know'
'I will sleep when I have to. Also I'm working, I can't sleep while I'm working, it's a waste of time'
This had been one example of many conversations John insisted on having whenever he found Sherlock had not slept.
Tonight, however, Sherlock longed for sleep to drift over him, for a dream or nightmare to envelop him. But none would come.
Eventually he settled for pacing up and down the floor beside his bed. Deciding that the repetitive exercise would not help him, he opened the window allowing the cool air to dance over his body before it moved on to chill the rest of the room.
He sighed and leaned his head against the iced glass of the window. The sight outside his home was covered in a white blanket of snow, wiping out any details for his brain to work on. Holmes sighed restlessly and chanced a look at the neon forms on his clock. 1.47am. Three hours he'd been at this.
Reluctantly, he pulled on a dressing gown over his top and trousers, he trudged along to John Watsons room and opened the creaky door. He could hear the doctors steady breathing, he stayed for a moment and had just decided on leaving when-
'Sherlock?' a sleepy voice murmured
'Yes John?'
'What are you doing its-'he rolled over to see his clock '2 o'clock in the morning!' John said and Sherlock chuckled softly at the change of tone in his flatmates voice.
'I can't sleep, John'
'Are you ill?' he sounded more sympathetic
'No, I just can't sleep' at this moment, Sherlock yawned
'Of course not' it was the doctors turn to chuckle
'Make me hot chocolate?' Sherlock asked, suddenly shy
'Now?' John asked although he swang his legs over the bed and stood up, looking at his colleagues grinning face and ... smiled back.
Sherlocks mind baffled John completely and living with him was akin to living with a hurracaine or yoyo- a complete change of attitude could occur at any moment.
John plodded to the kitchen, Sherlock at his heels.
'Sit down and put the tv on' John ordered Sherlock and put some milk in a saucepan over heat.
Once the milk was hot enough, he poured it into their favourite mugs and turned to give one over to his best friend. The sight infront of him pulled a smile to his face. Sherlock was huddled on the sofa, snoring soflty, Christmas songs playing gently on the tv.
He'd found sleep after all.
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