Sherlock's hand was place on John's back he was faced away from him, John was not trying to show weakness in front of the tall pale faced beauty behind him.
"John was happened?" Sherlock sounded genuinely concerned.
"It was nothing. Go to bed Sherlock," John sighed.
"Not until you tell me what happened,"
John angrily turned around grabbing Sherlock's arm pulling him to the door,
"It was just a nightmare!" He shouted pushing Sherlock through the open door slamming it in his face leaving Sherlock very upset on the landing. Sherlock then went downstairs and made himself a cup of tea and began to play his violin mot stopping all night. Sherlock began to think
The nightmares they must be a great fear. What would John Watson be afraid of. Getting shot, the war, losing someone he was close to, some he loved? No John had no girlfriend right now, and he was sure it wasn'thim.
John's nightmares continued for weeks every day. John didn't know this but when he would have a nightmare and he would finally fall back asleep Sherlock would watch over him to make sure he was okay. After thinking over and over about his theory on John's nightmares and one day he confronted him with his thoughts.
"John, You're nightmares there about the war and the incident with that suspect, right?" He began pacing around the room to show off his intelligence "Every night you have either a dream about being shot at in the war or with that suspect. Don't worry you if you talk to me it could make them better," Sherlock smiled down at John who was sitting in his chair.
"Sherlock you couldn't be more wrong. Stop digging into my personal life. And stay the hell out of my room!" John angrily got up and went to his room.
He began to think his deepest thoughts and feelings
Sherlock wasn't completely wrong but yet he wasn't completely right either. It was a nightmare about that night with the suspect shooting. But it wasn't him. Either way it crushed him with every dream he had.
John curled up on his bed and that night he cried a bit.
Sherlock was in his room laying in a shell shocked ball thinking
I was.. wrong? How did John know that he was in the room. Well I guess that one is simple. But the dreams that means... the only other option left... It was someone he had feelings for. But who...?
