Sherlock looked up from his experiment as John entered the warehouse.

"Something's wrong." Sherlock stated, seeing John's face.

"Nothing's wrong." John said unconvincingly.

"Would you prefer I deduce what happened?"

John sat down in the middle of the pile of pillows and blankets.

"Dad and Harry had another horrible fight about the drinking and about Clara."

"And?"

"And nothing. That's all."

"No, there's something else." Sherlock said.

John remained silent.

Sherlock pulled out his phone and sent a text.

"How do you comfort someone? -Sh"

A moment later, Molly replied.

"Try draping a blanket around their shoulders and sitting next to them. Hot chocolate can't hurt either. -Molly 3"

Sherlock tucked his phone into his pocket and stood up. He draped a blanket awkwardly around John's shoulders and went into the makeshift kitchen. He grabbed a can on hot chocolate mix and dumped a little into the bottom of two mismatched mugs. Sherlock looked in the fridge for milk and upon not finding any, filled the mugs with water. He held them over his Bunsen burner for a few minutes until they seemed warm enough.

As Sherlock brought the hot chocolates over, John looked up and wiped his eyes where a few tears had leaked out.

"Thanks." John said, taking one of the hot chocolates from Sherlock.

Sherlock sat down next to John.

"So, want to tell me what your nightmare was about?" Sherlock asked.

"How did you know I had a nightmare?"

"I didn't know, I saw."

"Promise not to tell anyone else?" John asked.

"Of course. Cross my heart and hope to die if that's what people say."

As Sherlock said this, John tensed up and a few tears slid silently down his cheeks.

"My nightmare was about you. We were older and working a case. You were standing on the roof of Saint Bart's and I was standing on the ground across the street. I was on the phone with you and you were telling me how it was all just a magic trick, the deductions. And then you said 'this is my note. That's what people do isn't it, leave a note.' And I said something and you said 'Goodbye John' and hung up. Then you jumped and I couldn't get there fast enough. The last time I saw you in person I called you a machine and told you that friends protected people, but I couldn't protect you."

John started crying. Sherlock just sat there for a moment before he awkwardly put an arm around John and hugged him, letting John cry into his shoulder.


And that's the final chapter of Kid Locked Late Nights.

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