Sherlock was grateful that Greg had suggested that he spend a few hours to himself. He was uncertain how to proceed with John. He had never expected for what had happened earlier to happen. He paced the floor of the small room that he and John would be sharing and ran agitated fingers through his hair until he caught a few strands under one of his nails and had pulled his own hair out painfully.
'God damn it.'
He dug the heels of his hands into his eyes and tried to rub the agitation out of his mind. Cursing again he took a step backwards and let himself fall back onto the bed, his arms falling straight out to his sides as he stared up at the plain white ceiling.
'John what have you done to me.'
All he had wanted was his blogger back from that woman. It was supposed to have been a simple case, get in and get the phone and then get back out again. Damn Mycroft hadn't mentioned that that woman had liked to use recreational aids of the medicinal variety. He should have realized, but then again what did he know of such things really. All of the information he had on it was academic. He knew all about the chemistry of it, it was a large part of the motivation for crime after all, but he had never before had to deal with it personally. Sentiment was dangerous. Mycroft had battered that into his head often enough when they were growing up. He didn't know how to deal with this. He hadn't ever…
He rolled to his left side and tucked his right hand up under his chin and pulled his knees up so that his feet weren't hanging off the bed anymore. He didn't know what to do with this new John. 'Why did she have to spoil things?'
He was so tired of it all. He had barely slept the past six months as it was. What had happened earlier had just made him more tired and his eyes just didn't want to stay open any more regardless of what was going through his head.
He was deeply asleep two hours later when John returned and entered their room. He wasn't aware of the small smile that graced the other mans features as he nudged Sherlock farther up on the bed so that his head was actually on the pillow. Nor was he aware of the other man pulling off his shoes and covering him with a blanket.
So how was he to be aware that his partner had done as he had done every night since he had accepted the training that Irene Adler offered and disrobed to his bare skin? Sherlock also didn't see him as he just smiled and knelt next to the bed to watch over his Dom's dreams until dawn.
SH/JW
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