I slept peacefully through the entire night, and in the morning I found out two things. Alright, maybe three. One, I was incredibly warm and comfortable. Two, once I remembered the night before, I discovered that John wasn't the only cuddle bug, I had a certain detective cuddled up behind me with one arm around my waist, his breath tickling the back of my neck. And he most certainly was asleep. The third thing I noticed was that yes, John was a cuddler, but sometime during the night I had cuddled up against his side too, one hand curled into his shirt a little, my head pillowed against his shoulder, and I noticed that his arm was under me, reaching under both Sherlock and I's heads. Unless Sherlock was awake and I couldn't tell, a quick glance up told me that I was the first to wake up, and I blushed, shifting and then realizing with some horror that I had also hooked one leg over the top of John's. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath and slid my leg away from his, knowing that at least I should be able to do that without waking anyone up.

"Good morning." A soft, sleep-husked tone came from behind me as Sherlock apparently woke, shifting a little but not seeming to be in any hurry to move away from me.

"Good morning." I kept my voice soft, trying not to wake John. "John isn't the only one who cuddles, I guess.." I admitted, speaking of both myself and him, blushing a little.

Sherlock chuckled a little. "In my defense, I've never slept in the same bed with someone to find out. And you.. couldn't remember if you were a cuddler or not. It seems we're all particularly cuddly. Interesting." He was still speaking softly, able to do so with his head so close to mine. "Are you comfortable?" he asked as he shifted a little.

I took stock for a moment, the lanky detective behind me, a comforting, warm presence, and the strong doctor in front of me, making an excellent pillow, not turning his back on the door as if he was standing guard even in his sleep.

"Yes. I am. very comfortable."

Sherlock smirked a little, I could feel the movement of his cheeks, and he tilted his head down a little so that his lips and nose rested against the back of my shoulder. "And no one had nightmares. I believe that this experiment was a success." He still sounded a little groggy but he was quickly coming back to himself, clearing his throat a little. I was shocked when I felt a soft kiss on the back of my shoulder where his lips were, not believing that he actually did that and left me wondering if I had imagined it.

"We don't know how John will feel when he wakes up yet." I glanced up at the sleeping doctor nervously, speaking softly, suddenly feeling very self-conscious, like he wouldn't possibly want a repeat of this.

A small sigh was given from the man in front of me. "It is far too early for you two to be conspiring against me.." John mumbled, bringing his free hand up to rub his eyes. "Blimey.. my arm is numb.." he says as he carefully freed the arm from under Sherlock and I, stretching it above his head and wiggling his fingers. "Mmm. Guess I had to worry more about you cuddling than me, hm?" He seemed amused, finally looking down at me, surprise crossing his face as his eyes flickered back to the man behind me, noticing the position of the three of us, and I watched in fascination as his cheeks then flushed, ears turning pink at the tips.

"I guess so. We're all cuddlers in our sleep, apparently." I said, looking away from him and tilting my head down a little, still on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. Sherlock shifted, lifting his head a little to look at John over the top of my head, mostly just his eyes visible.

John chuckled, and I could feel the reverberations through his chest. "Seems so. Mmm.. but it was a good night's sleep, yeah?" He asked, looking at us.

I nodded a little, "No nightmares for any of us apparently." I took a chance and peeked up at him again, but he looked rather.. pleased. That made me start to giggle softly since he looked a bit like the cat that ate the cream.

A small chuckle came from the man behind me, and before I knew what was happening, the three of us were giggling. It took a few minutes, but when we all calmed down, I stretched a little, and then nuzzled back into John's shirt a little.

"Well, this is a situation, isn't it? If anyone saw us, I'm not sure what they would think." he said with a grin as he watched us. "People already think that Sherlock and I are a couple, not sure if they would know what to think now.. Especially since we haven't known you that long, Sofia, and you are still recovering from a rather traumatic event.

"Which we are helping with." Sherlock pointed out firmly, sounding a bit pouty that John brought that up.

"Boys.. no fighting." I felt the need to say in an indulgent tone. "Yes, I have been through a traumatic experience, yes I am still recovering from a forced drug addiction and will have to be careful for the rest of my life. Yes, I am also suffering from amnesia. But you are both helping me a lot, more than you could possibly know." I admitted softly, avoiding looking at either of them, just sighing a little, my hand tightening in John's shirt for a moment.

John seemed to not know what to say, and not completely comfortable. "Mmm. We should get up. I'll take the shower first, and then you can have it, Sherlock. Let Sofia rest a bit more, while I make breakfast." He offered. That meant of course that I had to move, and I resisted for a moment before I scooted back a little, Sherlock having to adjust as well as he wasn't moving away from me yet. I slowly released John's shirt, and he smiled, before he got up stiffly.

"Bloody hell, I'm getting old." John muttered after stretching, various pops coming from his joints, before he walks out and upstairs to first gather clothes before he headed to the bathroom.

That left just me and the cuddle-bug Sherlock. I had to chuckle a little since he still had one arm around me and his head was nestled behind mine. I could still feel his breath on the back of my neck.

"What?" Sherlock was fully awake now, no more sleepiness in his tone, which meant that he was fully aware of what he was doing.

I yawned a little. "Just that, out of all of us.. you seem to like cuddling the best. You haven't loosened your hold on me a bit since you woke up.." I pointed out, blushing.

That, of course, seemed to have a dampening effect, and he slowly released me, scooting back a little. "I'm sorry." He said self-consciously.

I sighed, slowly rolling onto my back. "I didn't mean it like that. I was trying to.. to tease you." And now I was starting to feel more self-conscious, realizing that I may have been reading too much into everything. They were just doing this to try and make me feel better. Why would I think there was anything more to it? They didn't know me. I barely knew me. They seemed to care for me, but.. no. That was what I wanted to read into it, they hadn't shown me any more attention than anyone might in my situation. And with that, I tried to close off the yearning part of my heart.

"It's alright." Sherlock reassured, brushing some hair back from my face before sitting up. "I should get up anyway. John is right. You should stay here and rest. I'll let you know when the shower is free." And with that, he got up, grabbing his dressing gown and slipping it on before striding out into the living room.

I was left alone again. Cold. Empty. I pulled the covers around myself and stared at the ceiling, not wanting to leave. I recognized the signs of depression in myself, rolling over with my back to the door, curling up and closing my eyes. I could hear movement, voices but didn't focus on the words. I didn't know how much time passed, though I heard the change of occupants of the bathroom, then sounds coming from the kitchen.

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A/N Next chapter.. Mycroft! Yep, he likes to play it dangerous. Or not. Because he's.. not Sherlock. But he'll make an appearance next chapter. Thank you again to anyone who has made it this far, please review!