Hello, all!
As I promised, I have this chapter ready.
I have been SO busy with school, you wouldn't believe! Next week is finals week and it has been so hard trying to write fanfiction in that time.
Well anyways, here you go.
WARNING: Abuse trigger, only the idea now.
Chapter 3
Sherlock woke up with a start, gasping at the nightmare. It was the worst one he had in a while. He had these nightmares when something would trigger them. For instance; Mycroft threatening him. Although they were usually triggered by his visits with the scientists after they pulled his feathers. He sat up roughly, his sheets sliding down to his lap.
Sherlock's became aware that his eyesight was blurry, probably from crying. Sure enough, when he swiped his thumb across his eye a tear clung to it. He sighed in frustration before rubbing both eyes with the heels of his hands. He hated being viewed as weak, even if he was by himself he would not allow himself to cry.
"Sherlock, are you alright? I heard some noises from in here." John asked as he pushed open the door. Sherlock rushed to pull the blankets around his shoulders. John looked at him in confusion before staring dumbstruck at Sherlock. Sherlock's mind went into a panic. Had John seen his wings? How was he supposed to explain that to his flat mate?
"Sherlock, were you crying?" John still gripped the door handle tightly. Sherlock sighed in relief, but his breath hitched at the sudden intake of air. He silently cursed in his head. "My god, you were! I am so sorry, I didn't mean to invade your privacy." John slowly started to shut the door.
"John wait!" Sherlock cried out, forced to stay in his spot. John did as he was told and carefully opened the door again.
"What is it?" He asked lightly, trying to appear normal. As if nothing happened. The corner of Sherlock's mouth twitched at that.
"Just give me a second and I'll be fine. You should go make some tea." Sherlock suggested to the short blonde. John hurriedly closed the door. Rushing water was soon heard from the kitchen.
Sherlock quickly brought his wings close to him as he put on his robe to hide them from his friend. With a swift check in the mirror, he thrust the door open and sat in his chair. His forgotten phone was lying on the arm. He smiled lightly as he picked it up, checking for messages. There were two. One was from his brother, and the other was from Lestrade. Sherlock's mood soured as he opened the first one from Mycroft.
You know what will happen if you tell him, dear brother. Do not let it happen. So sorry for the nightmare, but if you had not been so reckless it would not have happened. –My
Sherlock scowled at the long text, but continued to the next one from the Detective Inspector.
New case, I'll be there in the morning to tell you the details. Expect me at 10 o'clock sharp.
Sherlock quickly checked the time as he smiled, but started at the time. It was about 7 o'clock. He stared at John, who was busy in the kitchen. The shorter man happened to be staring at him as he looked over. John quickly averted his gaze and poured the tea into two cups.
"Why were you awake so early, John?" Sherlock asked, observing as John jumped in surprise.
"You woke me up. I wanted to make sure you were okay." He brought forth the two steaming mugs, smiling. That was before he slipped on the pile of files on the floor. Tea splashed everywhere, including on John. The mugs shattered on the ground, scattering into several different directions.
"DAMMIT SHERLOCK! Why don't you put your files in different places and actually clean up for once? Look, now I burned myself on perfectly good tea-" John sopped as he saw Sherlock trembling on his chair.
It was too soon after his nightmare. He knew that anything that was similar could trigger flashbacks from his childhood, but he didn't think that it would be this strong. He could faintly hear John ranting in the background, but he was pre-occupied by his flashback to his dream. Suddenly both worlds melted together as he felt the presence of an adult male looming over him. It was his father coming to take him to the cellar, he was sure of it.
"Please, I'm sorry. Don't put me in there, I'll clean it, I promise!" Sherlock shrunk into the chair, pulling himself into the tightest ball he could muster. John pulled back in shock. This was Sherlock, begging him for mercy. John lightly touched Sherlock's arm, but the tall man just flinched away from his hand.
"Sherlock, I'm not going to hurt you." He pressed his hand on Sherlock once again, watching him slowly glance distrustfully at the doctor.
"John?" He asked, his voice shaking from his terror. John smiled lightly, crouching before Sherlock.
"Yes, Sherlock. Are you okay?" John stared, concern evident in his gaze. Sherlock gulped before sitting up slowly.
"Sorry John, I don't know what came over me." Sherlock muttered, staring a hole in the floor. He was fiercely blushing, embarrassed.
"A bloody panic attack, that's what came over you." John replied sarcastically. Sherlock winced at his tone. "Right, now what was that about?" John asked, moving back to his chair.
"Not now John." Sherlock glanced around the room, trying to indicate Mycroft's presence. John didn't understand. Sherlock sighed before tapping on his chair to appear nervous. "Not now, John. I'm not in the mood." He continued to tap on the arm. John's eyes suddenly sparked in recognition.
He is listening.
"Alright Sherlock, but don't think that you are going to get away with it." John replied carefully, making sure the hidden message wasn't noticed. Sherlock nodded in approval.
"Okay, John." He released tension in his shoulders, relieved that John understood. Just then the door was pushed open as the landlady knocked on the frame
"Sherlock, the Detective Inspector is here, he says he's early though." She smiled before stepping back so Lestrade could step in the doorway.
"Sorry I'm early, but something came up." He apologized while strolling into the flat. He tossed the consulting detective and the doctor their coats. Sherlock caught his coat while John's fell to the floor where he had to pick it up. They were out of the building less than five minutes later, as Sherlock needed to get dressed.
Well I might be able to get you guys the next chapter early. I'll try to have it done by January rather than February.
This chapter was actually early by about two weeks.
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Thank you for reading.