Hellu guys, so erm, yes I know you want to know about Moriarty, but I just needed to write this pretty short chapter about the three of them.
Please write a comment and thank you for reading it, really.
17. May 2011, Nightmares
Over two weeks after the first infection
"Pst... John! Wake up!", whispered Sherlock with his deep voice into Johns ear. His lover was resting his head against Sherlocks shoulder and his arms wrapped around his torso. John woke up and gave a little disappointed huff from him from being waked up. It was dark and probably in the middle of the night.
"What is it, Sherlock?" John snuggled closer into Sherlocks warm side and smelled the scent of the young man, he smelled like freedom, danger and just Sherlock.
"I am thirsty..."
"And why exactly did you wake me? You could have just gone yourself or is your head still bad?", asked John confused and still a bit sleepy.
"No, my head is okay, just have a bit of a headache, which is normal after receiving a blow to the head. I couldn´t stand up, because you held me so tight and I didn´t want to risk you falling off." John blushed, not only had he stopped Sherlock from getting himself some water, the genius and self proclaimed high functioning sociopath was worried about him falling down from the cot.
"Erm... sorry... I didn´t, I just like to... cuddle in my sleep. Wait I´ll get up." John shuffled over to stand up and waited for Sherlock to get up as well. When Sherlock was finally back on his feet, John took a good look on him.
He still looked tired and like he was in pain, but he didn´t sway anymore and could walk on his own to get himself something to drink.
"Would you like me to get something for the pain?" Sherlock nodded exhausted and stretched his limps. Sleeping on a cot wasn´t that comfortable. The doctor went to get him something, when they both heard a shy knock on the door.
"Come in.", said Sherlock and a really frightened looking Oliver hurried into the room. Immediately both Sherlock and John were worried.
"What´s wrong, Oliver?" Oliver was wearing his dinosaur pyjamas, so he had slept at least in a real bed. The boy looked like he was about to cry and tumbled over to Sherlock, to bury his head in Sherlocks tummy.
"I had a nightmare..." Sherlock bend down and scooped the little boy up, sure, he was exhausted, but Oliver had become very important to him and he didn´t like him to suffer.
"What was it about?" John came over with the pills for Sherlock and softly stroked Olivers hair, while Sherlock ate the pills.
"There was the doctor and he wanted to take me back, to get bitten again and again and again!", told them with a frightened voice and finally started to sob. Sherlock rocked him gently till he calmed down a bit.
"C- Could I sleep with you two tonight?", asked the boy shyly and looked at both of them with his big green eyes.
"Sure, Oliver. Let´s just go and settle down in our own cabin." They moved through the corridor and the men both changed into their nightclothes. Oliver still looked a bit scared, but started to relax, when they all settled down in Johns bunk. It wasn´t enough space for three people, but they didn´t complain.
Sherlock was against the wall, next to him was Oliver and then came John, they were covered with the two blankets of the cabin and even though it was warm, they stayed as close as possible to each other.
Oliver felt safe, he trusted Sherlock and John, even though he was a doctor. He was happy that they had saved him and he never needed to be alone in the darkness with crazy scientist anymore.
Sure, the other kids didn´t really like him, because he wasn´t like them, but Sherlock wasn´t too and still he had found John, even when he had had to give them a shove in the right direction. Also he had much more fun with Sherlock, than he would probably have with any other kids.
Sherlock showed him things, that nobody seemed to see and he liked to trick other people together with him, like the time with Beverly in the kitchen.
"Stop thinking, Oliver, and sleep already!", whispered Sherlock, moved up, kissed John on his lips and Olivers cheek, before he settled down again, "Good night."
Oliver and John smiled in the dark and both replied at the same time:
"Good night to you too, Sherlock."