AN: Hello everybody, This is my first fanfic in a very long while but I got inspired and when I get over the difficulties of making up the plot everything else usually goes swimmingly, so expect the next chapter in the next few days if not today already. Here's the intro:

I heard thrashing from the bedroom beside mine and knew immediately what it was. Glancing quickly at the clock, which read 2:53, I hurried over to Sherlock's room to find him writhing in his bed as he dreamt. He was letting out pitiful sounds as if he was tortured and his expression was similar to the one he had made in Baskerville when he had felt doubt for the first time. I sat next to him on the bed and tried to keep my hand on his shoulder to snap him out of it. "Sherlock" I said in a calm but firm voice "Sherlock wake up, It's a dream, you are having a dream" The black haired male beside me opened his eyes with a panicked look on his face and looked at me once he sat up, still a little disoriented. "Are you alright Sherlock?" I slid my hand to his back and I could feel his heart pound like that of a mouse. It worried me to see one of the greatest minds of the twenty-first century so distraught on a regular basis. So disoriented and worn out when he should have been all knowing, and energized whenever someone got killed unexpectedly. He was my friend and I felt I should be doing something, however his stubbornness usually managed to keep me from finding a solution.

Sherlock let out a growl, hitting the bed with his fists and stood up in one quick motion. He swiftly ran an arm over his eyes "I'm fine!" irritation coursed through his words. "I've told you not to interrupt my sleep!"

"Sherlock, you were having a nightmare!" I retorted

"I was not having a nightmare, a mind with such a vast processing capacity as mine cannot have nightmares-If I were to have anything as a regular brain would call a nightmare I would have already noticed it is a dream hence eliminating the fear factor that identifies a nightmare." He spoke in his usual quick demeanour but the slight tremor in his voice was clear.

"But you were afraid, weren't you Sherlock?" He scoffed, a smile forming on his open mouth but not touching his eyes. He looked even more tired when he smiled, the circle under his eyes appearing darker.

"I do not feel, John. Minds like mine aren't affected by such illusions." He was pacing along the edge of his bed , his hands restless.

I wasn't having any of that, I hadn't slept through a whole night in weeks because of him, I wasn't going to take this 'I don't feel' crap from him at this time in the morning. "That's it, I'm not going to put up with this anymore." I stood up and I could see Sherlock turn to look at me.

"Where are you going?" He asked as if I was a child who hadn't finished his chores. "To sleep. And I'm calling Mycroft in the morning." I called from the corridor and turned in to my own room.

"You can't do that" he hurried in to my room as I climbed under my covers.

"And why not?"

"Because...Because I won't let you"

I scoffed "Because you won't let me? Good night, Sherlock. Hope your illusions don't wake you up again." I lay my head on my pillow and closed my eyes.

I woke up to the sound of the morning traffic outside our flat. There was no saying what Sherlock would try next so it was smart to call before he awoke. I grabbed my mobile phone from my nightstand before climbing out of my bed and heading towards Holmes' room to check if he was still asleep. I was however, startled out of my wits when a voice interrupted my train of thought.

"I suppose you slept well?" Sherlock lay on the floor at the foot of my bed and it looked like he had been there for a while. "Did you sleep here!?" He scoffed "Well I certainly wasn't going to let you call my arch enemy in the middle of the night."

"Right.." I glanced at him suspiciously as he lay unmoving when I dialled Mycroft's number only to see that the screen was black. I opened the back of my phone and rolled my eyes "Oh. Isn't that a little bit childish?" the battery pack was missing. "Were did you put it?" I asked him.

"I threw it out." he spoke matter-of-factly.

"You threw it out?! Threw it out where!"

"Out the window."

"What!" I hurried to the window to see if it could still be somewhere on the side walk but I was sure someone would have picked it up by then. "Oh great...Sherlock that's just great." I went in to the living room and took the taller male's mobile to call his brother.

Once Mycroft picked up, Sherlock was already upon me trying to rip the phone out of my hand as I shouted out what I had to say to his brother. "It's about Sherlock, he's going to lose it soon!" I heard a chuckling on the other side of the line "Yes, well he's certainly difficult to deal with. Shall we meet? The cafe at noon. Take care until then and send my best regards to my dear brother for me. "

"I don't need your regards, Mycroft! And don't have a meeting with Henry Norton at that top secret lab 46.2 miles northeast from where you are now in twenty minutes?!" Sherlock shouted at the mobile phone before the man hung up.

"Let go of my bloody arm Sherlock!" I could feel the blood in my arm cease to travel above the point where the curly haired man gripped it. "Let go of my phone" He retorted through clenched teeth "Fine, you can have it " I let go of the mobile and he released my arm.

Ever since I moved in with him I felt as if I was back in high school with all the squabbling.

AN: I hope you liked what you read and read my future updates, remember I do my best when I'm encouraged so reviews are greatly appreciated and will most likely speed up the updating considerably =]