The Stuff Of Nightmares
Sherlock often had nightmares after Moriarty's death. He had found it absolutely degrading that someone of his "massive intellect " as John had put it, could succumb to something like this..loss of the control of his thoughts . However,lately he thought he was going completely crazy ….
The man fell ,gurgling and mewling in pain .The shot had hit him in the heart with deadly accuracy . .No room for error.
Sherlock felt himself run towards the figure ,examining him ,trying desperately to do something for him. He didn't see the horse drawn cabs or the rushing populace .For once,Sherlock Holmes detached himself from his surroundings. He just saw the man infront of him , the dying man .The man who had seen the defeat in his eyes .
''There's nothing to be done ,Holmes,not for me, "the blond man croaked , blood forming at the edges of his mouth . The tears fell like raindrops during a downpour .Tears everywhere. The man's grip came down on Sherlock's arm ,strong, unyielding .
"But you have to do it, for them , for yourself , for her. "
Sherlock tossed and turned ,in a state between sleep and consciousness. For a moment , for a millisecond ,he swore he could feel the cool ,soft touch of a hand on his forehead . But as he awoke,abruptly ,a strong gust of wind seemed to occur,with the sound of a woosh...And Katherine was standing near the door , a glass in her hand...
"Your tossing and turning kept me up"she explained ,handing him the glass of liquor ,while sitting at the edge of his bed .
"You feeling allright? " she asked ,seeming to be a little detached ,trying to be a little reserved. He could feel her urge to say something else through the lingering silence.
"Thanks "he pointed to his liquor glass.
"He speaks"Katherine chuckled. "It's pretty strong , you 'd probably sleep through a natural disaster."
Sherlock tasted the liquid, noting the refined ,rich , strong taste .It tasted eternal ,ancient. Not one of his bottles ,for sure.
"Better than your alchohol ,huh?"
"Do you carry this stuff around?" Katherine averted her gaze and nodded."Why?"
"It's late ,I should be going " Katherine started to get up.
"Katherine,do you get nightmares too?"His voice ,sounded strained as if he was ashamed of admitting the weakness. The weakness of his dreams...
"Good night ,Sherlock"