I have decided I probably have too much free time at this point. Luckily, with school that won't last long. EXPECT SPORADIC UPDATES!
Sherlock and John slept the rest of the night nightmare-free. John woke up at 8 and Sherlock woke 5 minutes later because of John shifting. "Mornin' Sherrock."
"Mmm. Wha' time…8:05? Not too bad."
"What do you want for breakfast?"
"…Do I have to have something?"
"Tea and toast it is, then."
"John, awe you fowgetting something?"
"What?"
"You'we thwee. I'm thwee. How awe we supposed to weach anything, let alone make bweakfast?"
"Weww, wet's check if we even have any food first. Then we can worry about how neither of us can use a button, never mind make breakfast for ourselves."
"You'we talking funny again."
"So're you."
"Fai-wuh point." The two boys looked all throughout the kitchen, but could only find a half-eaten box of cereal-and they were out of milk again. "Just as well. It's not like we could've made another kind of bweakfast. Oh-wuh like I would've eaten it." Sherlock remarked. John nodded his consent. They poured two bowls of dry cereal and attacked them until there was nothing left. They just sat there in silence a moment, then, "Sherrock?"
"Mm-hm?"
"What did you dream about wast night that couwd make you so terrified?" Sherlock hesitated, then spilled everything rapid-fire just like he would when making a deduction. John blinked, then recalled everything that happened to him in his dream. Then it was Sherlock's turn to blink in surprise. "We pwetty much just had the same dweam."
"Basicawy…" The two sat half a moment, then yelled, "DOCTOR!" There was a bang followed by the man rushing into the kitchen, screwdriver wielded like a sword. "What? What is it? What's wrong?!"
The boys couldn't help laughing at him. His hair was sticking every which way, what survived of his usually neat bow tie was pointing straight up into his chin or drooping limply towards the floor. His suspenders were hooked around his elbows, his shirt and pants were bunched up in odd positions and his buttons were having a hard time finding the right holes. "What?! You two boys yelled for me like a Dalek was trying to burst in through the front door, and now you can't stop laughing?! What's wrong?" Neither boy could answer. John laughed so hard he collapsed on the table. Sherlock, however, was less fortunate and fell out of his chair. John and the Doctor were quickly by his side. "Sherlock, are you okay?" The Doctor asked.
"Owwww…that huwts…" He sniffed. Tears glazed over his eyes. John looked at him with concern. Sherlock was never one to cry. "Sherrock? You okay?"
Sherlock scowled and blinked hard, which just made the tears start to fall down his cheeks. If he scowled much harder, his face might never return to normal. "I'm fine, John. I-I don't e-ven k-know why I'm-" he burst into hysterics before he could finish. The Doctor scooped him up and shushed him, kissing the top of his head and hugging him tightly. Sherlock buried his head in the Doctor's shoulder and kept it there. The Doctor sent John a no-nonsense look that said now why did you call me? And John told him about how they had almost exactly the same dream. "Interesting. You two seem to have formed a psychic link when you transformed. Although that is interesting, it leaves me concerned. If one of you becomes 3 in their mind when you two are connected…"
"The other won't be far behind?" John phrased it like it was a rhetorical question. The look the Doctor gave him was enough of an answer. Mycroft walked downstairs from John's room when the commotion had seemed to calm down and took in the scene in front of him. Sherlock looked up from the Doctor's now tear-stained shoulder when he heard footsteps and reached out as a signal for Mycroft to pick him up. He did so, and Sherlock giggled. "Thing weally couldn't get any wowse, could they." He sighed. "But I suppose that's how it nowmally is with you, Doctoh."
"I'll find a way to fix this, Sherlock. No need to guilt me into it."
"You'd bettew huwwy. I can tell you'll need to." No one knew how to respond to that better than John.
"Shut up, Sherrock."