John awoke with a shock. He was drenched in sweat, he looked over at the digital clock on the night stand. 4 Am. He turned his head the see Sherlock sleeping next to him in their bed. What just happened, he needed to wake Sherlock up just to prove this was all a dream. "Sherlock!" John whispered as he nudged his back.
"hrmph.. What is it John? It's too early for this..."
"Sherlock. I had a nightmare. I know it's childish but I need to talk to you about it."
"John. I don't have time for this." he said very rushed.
"please, Sherlock. Just... Listen."
"fine, you've got 5 minutes. Then I'm going back to sleep, what time is it? 4 a.m.? great. Why are you looking at me like that john?" John had a look of pure terror on his face. The dream just kept flashing though his mind... Sherlock, falling...
Then dead. On the floor.
He could have stopped him. But he didn't. He just let him fall...
"in my dream... You committed suicide..." John said slowly. "but you weren't really dead, Moriarty made you jump to save me."
"clever. How did I survive?" Sherlock said, absolutely oblivious to the pain this dream left John in.
"Sherlock that's not the poi-"
"yes I know, but how did I survive? The rest is meaningless. Just a pointless dream." Sherlock cut him off.
"Sherlock... It wasn't pointless to me. I don't know how you survived. But the worst part was, you made me wait three years for you to come back..." John stopped, his eyes were watering just from the thought of believing Sherlock was dead for three years. He couldn't do that. Sherlock just wasn't his flat mate, or best friend. He was the person he loved. He just couldn't be here without him. "Sherlock. Just promise me that if you ever had to do something like that, you would trust me and tell me your alive. Please. Sherlock."
"I don't make promises, John. I can't" Sherlock didn't hesitate for a moment. "John. I don't know what the circumstances would be. If I had to I would."
"Sherlock! You left me shattered in pieces! Would you really want to do that?"
"John, get over it, it was just a damn dream!"
"Sherlock, it was just to real. I could feel my stomach drop when I saw you dead on the sidewalk. I felt pain when I went to your grave... Sherlock. I can't do this. You, just need to make me this one promise. Please just... One." John looked at Sherlock with big button eyes, "for me? Please."
"fine. Promises are boring though." Sherlock turned back onto his side to fall asleep again.
"whatever, Sherlock." John mumbled as he too turned on his other side to fall back asleep.
"but John, remember, whatever I do, do. I'm doing it out of my love for you." Sherlock said as he drifted off to sleep.
"me too Sherlock. Me too."