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Sherlock Holmes awoke as a small noise interrupted his sleep. Based on the amount of light( which wasn't much) and his own refreshed state, the detective deduced that it mush be about four in the morning.
Strange thought Sherlock Usually, I am the only source or noise in this flat at this time or morning. Could John be awake? Why would he be awake? Perhaps he had another nightmare. I hope my John is OK. A small smile spread over Sherlock's lips as he realized that he had just put his flatmate in the possessive.
Since the first case he and John had worked together, Sherlock had known that Doctor John Watson was the only person for him. But Sherlock also knew that John could never love him back. John was so full of life and goodness, and he, Sherlock, was so very opposite. Everyone thought of Sherlock as a freak and could in no way be human. How could John, someone so incredibly dynamic, ever love a machine like Sherlock. The thought saddened Sherlock, but he shoved it to the back of his mind, along with all his other useless emotions.
Sherlock stood up, wrapped himself in his sheet and walked out of his room. As he walked into the kitchen for a small snack, he was taken aback to find a sleeping John on the couch. This sleeping John had a pleasant countenance, and was deathly still, apart from the rise and fall off his chest. Sherlock could tell that John was in a deep sleep because of the rapid movement of his eyes underneath his eyelids. Sherlock was pleased to also notice that his sleep was devoid of the nightmares that usually plagued the ex-army doctor at night.
Sherlock leaned over the back of the couch, and gently, with one long finger, caressed the jaw line of the sleeping man. John's army training kicked in at his touch, causing him to stir. Sherlock quickly scampered off to his microscope, so that when John sat up, he detective would appear busy.
"Sherlock..." John sighed in his sleep. Sherlock stayed on his stool. John mumbled some more, then shifted into a slightly different position, and resumed sleeping. Sherlock glanced up after a minute with no follow-up noise from John. His heart gave a little flutter when Sherlock realized that John had whispered his name while sleeping, meaning that, at least subconsciously, John was thinking or dreaming of him.
Maybe John could... no of course not. Who could ever love me?
Sherlock couldn't even entertain the possibility without copious amounts of data first.
Confident that John would remain asleep for awhile longer, Sherlock grabbed some fruit, and sat down next to John on the couch. Sherlock gently placed one hand on John's. Content, Sherlock sighed and watched John's face as he slept. The complete focus on John allowed Sherlock a temporary reprieve from the utter chaos that was his mind.
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