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Author's Note: Sorry that it's so short... I couldn't find anywhere else to break it up. Next chapter will be up very, very soon.
The first time John had a vision while awake he barely had any time to consider what it meant.
He was about to walk across the road with Sherlock. Sherlock is waving his hands around, ranting about the stupidity of the police and John is just smiling and nodding.
Sherlock steps out onto the road. I watch in horror as he disappears with a squeal of brakes. The white car manages to stop in seconds but it's too late. I can see the broken body of my flatmate laying a few short metres away…
John returned to himself in time to see Sherlock about to step out onto the road. Without thinking, John grabbed the back of Sherlock's coat and pulled him back, signing in relief as the white car passed.
'John?'
'You obviously didn't see that car.'
'I see everything. I had plenty of time to get across before it came.'
'Of course you did.'
And huffing, Sherlock crossed the street, leaving John to follow.
John wasn't sure he liked turn of events. Sure it meant the dreams of death were gone and that was always a plus in John's book. But it meant far less warning before dangerous events, often only a few seconds compared to the days or weeks he had grown used to.
And they were harder to hide. Before John had been able to pretend his visions were nightmares, memories of Afghanistan. It was impossible to hide these as anything other then space outs. And he knew Sherlock wasn't stupid. He was going to notice a pattern sooner or later.
It was only a matter of time before he did, and then figured John out.