A/N: KittyEspeon- Thanks for the review! Always nice to know my writing skills haven't left me. I think Jack can think about other things, but it's probably really difficult for him, Jack being Jack and all that.
SH Ships Sherlock- Yay! More reviews! I'm glad you approve of Mycroft's travel wear and the universal solution to the world's problems (I LOVE hot chocolate.) And I'm not offended at all by your comment about the Doctor having a "type." I see it as a good thing when people give me con crit, because they care enough about the work to want it improved. I know Jack wouldn't have met Amy, but think about it. Last time he saw the Doctor, he was traveling with Donna. Now, he's letting Mycroft roam the TARDIS freely like a companion. Two redheads, plus Jack being Jack, and that comment just made sense to me. But you make a valid point and I'm glad you brought it up. Feel free to do that whenever you feel like it, constructive criticism can be better than just saying that it's good. (I love hearing both, though.) Point is, I'm not offended, and feel free to say your mind anytime.
Now: John and Sherlock, plus the UStE (Universal Solution to Everything)
Next Chapter: Travel in the TARDIS
John and Sherlock were sitting across from each other at a table in the kitchen that hadn't been smashed between the two houses. They just sat there, and neither one was willing to say the first word. John kept opening his mouth, and closed it every time. Around the fifth time, Sherlock lost it and yelled, "If you have questions, ask them!" and belatedly covered his mouth with one hand, suddenly realizing the effect that might have on someone already potentially in a bad mood from being woken up. "S-sowwy, I-I didn' mean it…I-"
John sighed. "No, Sherlock, you definitely did mean it. Don't lie and say you didn't, or I'll have to find some sort of punishment for you."
It took a moment to get those words to register in Sherlock's mind. "You-you mean you'we…not? Mad at me?"
John laughed and shook his head. "No, by all means, I should be, but I'm used to you so I don't see things as horribly as others might if it's coming from you." As an afterthought, he finished, "But if you say that to anyone else you will get in trouble."
Sherlock nodded and took his first sip of hot chocolate. "Aah! Hot!"
John smiled and tried not to laugh. "Do you want some ice in it? It'll cool down quicker that way."
Sherlock shook his head and braced himself for another sip, and grimaced afterward. John laughed outright, and placed two ice cubes in Sherlock's cup, then took a sip of his own. "So, explain to me something, if you don't mind, Sherlock."
"Uh-huh?"
"Just how much do you remember?"
"Uh…I…dunno. I…wemembew us wowkin' togethew, I wemembew school, George-"
"Greg?"
"Whatevew." Sherlock rolled his eyes. "But…I can't be spesic."
"Spesic…specific?"
"Yeah, that's what I said." Sherlock crossed his arms.
"You said spesic, Sherlock." John said, smiling.
Sherlock turned red and tried to hide behind his hot chocolate. He took a sip and let out a satisfied "Mmmmm!" He stared at his mug for a moment, then asked, "Why do we nevew dwink this? It's good!"
"Hot chocolate solves all the world's problems." John muttered.
"Tell that to Afghanistan." Sherlock said playfully. John laughed. "I just might, actually. Send in a message via Mycroft telling them to stop fighting for a month, head up north to where there's snow, and have a good old-fashioned snow day right down to the hot chocolate. See how it turns out."
"Bettew yet, have the Doctow do it before the waw stawted, to keep you fwom gettin' shot."
"But then I would've never met you, Sherlock." John said, silently storing all the information Sherlock was unwittingly giving him about how he was mentally. "Why did you wake up in the first place? Was it a nightmare?"
Sherlock started to close off again, but John gave him his best don't lie to me Army stare. Sherlock thought a moment, and then nodded. "I…I met…Mowiawty. I know I did befowe, but it was like the fiwst time all ovew again. 'Sept, you got shot and blown up, but I made it out alive, an' I thought you weally wewe Mowiawty ('cause I never really saw him) and set off the explosion to kill me and…" Sherlock's voice broke. "And as much as I twied to wake up, people kept comin' to me an' sayin' 'I told you so. You shouldn't've twusted him, you'we be'tew off now.' An' it stopped seemin' like a dweam, and, I…*huck*" Sherlock started crying. Runny-nosed, body shaking, hysterical sobs crying. And it seemed that he wouldn't stop anytime soon. John's paternal instincts that he didn't even know existed kicked in and he reached over the table and picked up Sherlock in his arms. "Well, if that were true, we wouldn't be here right now, would we?"
Sherlock shook his head hesitantly, trying to bury it in John's jumper. His cries tapered off slowly, and eventually he fell asleep still in John's arms. John laid him down in the Jenga room (he'd always think of it that way from now on) under a blanket and went back into the kitchen to call the Doctor. "Doctor? Yeah, it's me. Am I interrupting something? …Good, I have no idea what time it is, Sherlock just woke me up-…wait, really? Did I wake you up? …Well, sorry about that, listen I have good news about Sherlock, yeah, his past and present self have kind of blended together, so he's definitely in there still. What about you…? Good, good, wait! Jack did WHAT?! Haha! Remind me to use that on Mycroft next time we argue over Sherlock…right, then. See you tomorrow. Right. Okay. Goodbye." John hung up the phone and walked back to Sherlock, curling up next him, protecting him from unseen nightmares. "J'hn?" Sherlock muttered.
"Shh, Sherlock, go to sleep. I'll be right here all night."
Sherlock willingly obliged, and the two had nothing but dreams of hot chocolate and marshmallows the rest of the night.
Oh, fluff~! How I love fluff~! Marshmallows and hot chocolate, and melted candy canes makes an excellent winter treat, and we still have snow here in Maryland. Maybe I'll have some later...
