Sigyn Holmes Laufeyson said: "before the incident at the pool (in BBC 'verse, not based off of this chapter), if Sherlock had EVER decided to actually get some sleep at night, he'd go to his bedroom and use his own bed, kinda like a regular human being. Ever since that night at the pool though, whenever Sherlock decides to get sleep (no matter the time of day), he just flops onto the couch instead. John notices this and figures it's just Sherlock being lazy (and being Sherlock), but what if it's something more than that?"

I don't know if this is what you had in mind but I hope at least you like it :) enjoy!

(also if you like Welcome To Night Vale you might wanna check my other stories because I've finally gotten around to writing wtnv fanfic)

After the usual morning debate with the alarm clock, John Watson awoke and forced himself to leave his warm bed.

It was a struggle, but he finally managed to dress, shave, and brush his teeth. Then he made his way downstairs to fix some tea and toast. It was all the usually morning routine, what was not usual was discovering Sherlock asleep on the couch.

It was unusual for two reasons. The first being that Sherlock never slept. Ever. Despite countless arguments from John himself about how he needed sleep and was destroying his health, Sherlock rarely got more than two hours of sleep a night. Of course his sudden natural sleep cycle could be easily explained by the fact that he had no cases on at the moment and therefore had nothing to keep him up at night to think.

The second peculiarity was that he was asleep on the couch. Normally Sherlock slept in his own bedroom.

John shrugged, deciding that the detective was in a lazy mood and just simply couldn't be bothered to make it to bed last night.

Of course then it started to become a repeat offense.

"Sherlock?" John asked.

"Mmm?" Sherlock more or less answered, focused on his chemical tests.

John took a sip of tea before posing his question, and sat forward in his chair. "How come you've been sleeping on the couch?"

"Yes." Sherlock replied, lowering his goggles just in time for a small and controlled explosion.

"Right. Not listening to me as usual." John rolled his eyes.

"It's Latin."

"Not even paying attention to what I'm saying."

"Mhmm."

"I could say anything and you wouldn't notice."

"Ask Lestrade."

John rolled his eyes and decided it wasn't important enough to pursue an answer.

He changed his mind when he found Sherlock on the couch again that night.

He'd woken up in the middle of the night with a dry throat, and gone downstairs to get a glass of water before returning to bed. That's when he saw Sherlock on the couch once again.

"Hmm..." John forgot all about the water and instead went to investigate. Sherlock was slumbering, but not peacefully. He moved a little in his sleep, his face growing concerned. "Sherlock?" John gently shook the detective. "Sherlock...?"

"Mmm...?" Sherlock's eyes blinked open slowly. "John?"

"Sherlock, why are you on the couch?" John sighed. "You should go to bed."

"I'm fine here." Sherlock insisted, turning to face away from John.

"What?" John shook his head. "Sherlock, you can't sleep on the couch. It can't be very comfortable. Why are you out here?"

"It's nothing."

"Is it?" John pressed. "Just tell me, whatever weird thing it is this time I think I can handle it."

"I just..."

"Just what?"

"I just can't see you in danger again." Sherlock admitted. "I...I let Moriarty get to you and...well it's not happening again. So I...I watch the door at night."

John was taken aback. Sherlock was keeping watch...because he was concerned for his safety?

"Sherlock, that wasn't your fault..."

"It was. I should have seen that he would bring you into our game." Sherlock sat up, bringing his knees to his chest. "I won't let him get you again."

"Sherlock you..." John thought for a moment. "You can't sleep on the couch."

"John, I want to keep you safe."

"So come sleep with me." John invited, gesturing for Sherlock to follow him. Sherlock blushed and his eyes widened.

"What?" He asked, his look almost distrustful.

"You can protect me from the comfort of a bed." John explained. "Come sleep next to me tonight. Okay?"

Sherlock squirmed uncomfortably for a bit. "I'm not exactly the kind of person that...a person like you would invite into bed."

"What do you want, dinner first?" John rolled his eyes. "We can discuss what this implies at a later date for now you need sleep in a real bed so come on."

Sherlock reluctantly followed John back to his bedroom and after some coaxing joined him in bed. As they lay there, facing different directions and not saying a word, Sherlock decided to slowly move closer to John. He wrapped his arms around John, letting his hands intertwine around the doctor's chest. Then he buried his face in John's back and breathed in his scent. John didn't complain or move away, and Sherlock smiled. He liked this sleeping arrangement a lot better.