Day 17: Spooning
Sherlock sat on his chair with his knees brought up to his chest and his eyes closed. It was 3:23 a.m, he had been stuck on a particularly hard case and couldn't seem to connect any of the victims together. He knew there had to be some tie somewhere, sleep or food would only slow him down, he just needed to think. Sherlock's eyes popped as he heard John yelling. He was off of his chair and up the stairs in John's room in a matter of seconds.
He looked down at John who was violently thrashing around in his bed. "John" Sherlock spoke, trying to wake him up. "John!" He yelled louder this time. John begun to settle down a little, still tossing and turning as Sherlock got closer lying his hand on John's bare shoulder. "John," He whispered this time "John it's me Sherlock you're okay, its okay, I'm here." John slowly sat up rubbing away the tears in his eyes "Sherlock? Is everything alright what's going on?" he murmured. "You were having a nightmare John, are you okay?" Sherlock questioned, sitting down next to John on the bed. "Oh, yes I'm fine, I'm sorry I didn't mean to bother you." John replied looking down.
He had always hated when he had nightmares, they always woke everyone up and left him feeling exhausted and upset. "It's fine, just come on, its late, go back to sleep." Sherlock advised, crawling to the other side of the bed. John hesitated for a second, then laid down on his side, letting Sherlock wrap his arm around his waist. Sherlock pulled John into him, nestling his face in Johns hair, which smelled of the forest and petrichor. John smiled leaning back into Sherlock. "Maybe this will get rid of your nightmares" Sherlock whispered, just as John drifted off into sleep.
A/N: Thank you for reading! Well I guess my writers block is gone c: so that's good, this one was one of my favorites to write! Your reviews are amazing guys and I love all of you so much! Thank you!