Offer in the Aftermath
Fandom: BBC Sherlock
Summary: Sherlock gets some news.
Rating: K+
AU for obvious reasons
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When he wakes, he's laying in a hospital bed. Again. Mycroft is standing off to the side, talking softly on the phone. His back is turned to Sherlock, which is just as well, because John is here.
Sherlock knows that this discovery is important, but for the life of him can't remember why. All he does remember is Prophecy's face twisted with anger, and John coming out of nowhere...
And he remembers a dream, in which John's skin radiates warmth while his pulse thud thud thud's beneath Sherlock's fingertips. In the span of a breath, the consulting detective goes from laying to sitting, and his fingers reach for John's neck.
John recoils automatically, eyes widening even as Sherlock checks his pulse. But when he seems to realize what the dark-haired man is doing, he stays still.
Some part of Sherlock is both disappointed and relieved to feel nothing but abnormally cool skin, and he drops his hand. "I had a dream," he mutters, not meeting the vampire's eyes. "You were alive."
Out of the corner of his eye, Sherlock watches John's mouth curl up into a smile. "I haven't been alive in a very long time."
"It felt real," the detective murmurs. "Somehow..." And he is suddenly very aware of Mycroft's presence, because his brother is watching them. Sherlock can feel his gaze, knows the older Holmes is waiting for the right chance to make some comment that's sure to wind his little brother up.
Mycroft doesn't disappoint. "You're awake."
Actually, all it really takes is Mycroft looking at him, to be perfectly honest. "How observant of you," the consulting detective snaps irritably.
His brother does a very good impression of rolling his eyes without actually doing so. "Now Sherlock, there's no reason for you to behave that way," he chides. "After all, I've just fixed all of your problems."
That makes the younger brother both very curious, and very nervous. "What?"
But Mycroft simply smiles enigmatically, tucks away his phone, and walks out. Though, not without the last word (as always). "Why don't you ask your friend?"
A sort of silence lapses in the man's wake. John is the one to break it. "I'll be sticking around for a while, if you don't mind."
The Consultant Detective blinks, and eyes his companion. "I don't mind at all."
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