Sherlock story
Deleted Memories, Chapter 108
Warning: post Reichenbach spoilers. Hope you enjoy
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"I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing."~Agatha Christie
Present Day
Nine Hours Earlier that Morning
"Move over Sherlock, I'm sleeping with you tonight." John proceeded to lay down the cup on the bedside table and his book. John walked over to Sherlock's chair and got a throw cover. It was not until he came back that he recognized the fact that not only did Sherlock not move, he had a confused look on his face, and his mouth was hanging partially opened.
John thought for a moment trying to decipher what could be wrong when a thought suddenly occurred. John smirked and raised an eyebrow.
"Sherlock, you're cute but not quite cute enough, and there's not enough alcohol in London. Now move over you git." John said with false sweetness.
Sherlock raised his own eyebrows as understanding came to him. His mouth formed a silent 'Oh', and he moved to the other end of the bed while, under the covers, John sat on the other side on top of the covers and wrapped the throw around his feet. "Lay down Sherlock."
"John …," Sherlock stopped and frowned unsure of what to say.
"Do you trust me Sherlock?" John asked already knowing the answer.
"Then lie down and close your eyes." John said gently before adding, "It'll be OK, I promise."
Sherlock lay down on his back and closed his eyes. John noticed that Sherlock was still shaking slightly.
John pulled the covers up to Sherlock's chin. John knew that, with anyone else, Sherlock would have to have a full explanation and probably give the appropriate corrections before he complied, if he complied at all.
Sherlock was showing an incredible amount of trust in John, and this touched him.
John took a deep breath and started talking quietly.
He talked about the latest case they solved that did not involve terrorist, bombs, or Ayyad. He talked about the weather, about his sister about anything and everything. The shaking grew less in intensity and stopped altogether after fifteen minutes.
John smiled when after another fifteen; a sleepy Sherlock slurred corrections to John on the cases and encouraged him to be more accurate in his description of the events. Soon after, Sherlock fell asleep.
John, however, did not stop talking nor did he leave.
John talked for hours about whatever came to mind until finally without him noticing, sleep claimed him as well.
Neither Sherlock nor John had another nightmare that day.