Sherlock got out of bed and was leaning to get his dressing gown, but Molly beat him to it. "Let me" she said quietly as slowly helped him get his arms into it and came to stand in front of him, unsure what she should do with the strings.

"Do you want it to be untied or should I-"

"No…no it's fine that way it is" Sherlock replied clearing his throat. Molly could feel her cheeks getting red again and gave him a nod. 'Why does that always happen with him?' she thought as she went to retrieve a blanket.

"What is that for?"

"It's in case I get cold" Molly smiled sweetly, before putting Sherlock's arm over her shoulder and beginning to help him out of the room. As soon as they made their way to the stairs Sherlock began to complain.

"How on earth are we going to get down the stairs in the dark?"

"I think I can get down a couple of stairs without my slight, thank you very much."

"And what if I decided I don't want to go downstairs?"

"You don't have much of a choice now do you?" Molly gave him a cheeky smile before hauling him down the stairs as safely as possible.

"I think I've figured this out" Sherlock said as he took a sip of his tea. They had both snuck down to the kitchen where Molly made tea as quietly as she possible could. She had been talking in whispers but when Sherlock had told her that everyone was probably already sound asleep, she visibly relaxed. "You're trying to bribe me so that I will talk about my nightmare. I'm not so ignorant to fall for a plot such as that."

"No, actually I just thought it would calm you down…However if you wanted to talk-"

"I don't" Sherlock snapped and took a drink of his tea.

"That's fine." Molly replied quickly. "If you don't want to talk about it you don't have to. But holding your feelings in will do you no good."

"Ms. Hooper, you will soon find that I am quite adapt at 'keeping my feelings in' and dispelling them rather quickly. I am quite heartless."

"No you aren't" Molly replied, confused as to why he would think that.

"What?" Sherlock was about to take another drink of tea, but his head shot up to stare at Molly.

"You aren't heartless. I've meet people who would be considered heartless and you don't even begin to match up to them."

"How would you know?"

"While you were sleeping, Mycroft mentioned you friend, John Watson. See, even when I say his name, your face softens. You are in no way heartless."

"Well, thank you…I suppose."

"You're welcome I suppose…now if you could just tell me where a sitting room is-"

"Are you trying to make me go to sleep again?"

"Where is a sitting room?"

"Are you?!"

Molly rolled her eyes and went out the kitchen door and glanced down the hall using the light from the kitchen to see. When she was satisfied that she had found what she was looking for she went back. She silently made Sherlock get up and began to walk him down the hall.

"I can't believe you!"

"People are trying to sleep" Molly whispered back, feeling like she was chastising a child.
"I am about to be forced to sleep against my will" Sherlock said as they entered the sitting room; thankfully there was a couch. Molly was soon attempting to push Sherlock onto.

"I don't need to sleep."

"Yes you do."

"No, I don't"

"Look, I've been hired to take care of you. You have been hurt quite seriously and need to rest." Molly grabbed a pillow off of the chairs nearby and put it under Sherlock's head. He began to interrupt, but Molly just shook her head. "Not to mention that you never usually got enough sleep anyways. You were just awoken by a nightmare and you are afraid that you are going to have it again when you go to sleep. That's right, I can deduce things too." Her expression softened and she reached to take Sherlock's hand "Your stomach is full of something warm and the scenery has changed; the nightmare won't happen again. And if it does, I'll be right here to help you, I promise." She was about to put the blanket on his when he asked "What are you doing?"

"Trying to keep you warm."

"I have a dressing gown. You use the blanket" Molly raised her eyebrows "Oh, don't give me that look. Just do as I ask. "

Molly slowly nodded and settled herself on the floor.

"So…do I just wait for sleep to take me or something?" Sherlock asked, staring up at the ceiling.

"That is usually what happens, yes."

There was a moment of silence before Sherlock interrupted it. "This is boring."

"You could talk about your childhood to relieve the boredom." Molly leaned on her elbow, not wanting to get up from the floor.

"God no. I'll never be that bored." Sherlock scoffed turning his head in her direction.

"I could talk about my childhood." Molly laid back down.

"I doubt there's anything I don't already know."

"What did you do when you got bored in the army?"

"Deduced."

"What about when you were in the trenches and you already deduced everything?"

"Not sure. Tried to stay alive, counted the stars, that sort of thing."

"You counted the stars?"

"Once." Sherlock snapped "I counted the stars once."

"How many were there?"

"Stars?"

"Mhmm"

"I don't remember. I just started to count them."

"Do you have a mental picture of it?"

Sherlock closed his eyes and thought for a moment. "Yes I do."

"Then keep your eyes closed and count the stars."

"This is ridiculous"

"Just count the stars."

"Okay…one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine…Are you still awake?"

"Yes" Molly yawned, turning onto her left side so that she was facing the couch "Keep going."

"Fine. Ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen…" As Sherlock kept counting, his body began to relax. He felt tension he didn't even know he had, leave his body. By the time he made it to twenty, he was whispering the numbers. By thirty, he was no longer saying the words aloud. And by forty, he was fast asleep.

"Mrs. Hudson have you seen Sherlock? Or even Ms. Hooper?" Mrs. Holmes said as she entered the kitchen the next morning.

"No. I haven't seen them since yesterday."

"Well, John Watson is coming to visit. He heard that Sherlock had been let out and thought it would be good to pop in for a visit."

"Shall I prepare the sitting room miss?"

"Yes please."

Mrs. Hudson nodded and made her way down the hall. She opened the door and was about to start cleaning when she noticed a figure laying on the couch.

"Mrs. Holmes" she whispered down the hallway "You might want to come see this."

Mrs. Holmes gave her a confused look, but made her way down the hall. When she saw Sherlock lying on the couch and Molly wrapped up in the blanket, she couldn't help but smile.

"I haven't seen him sleep that soundly in years" Mrs. Hudson whispered. "He must have been the one making all that noise last night. I was going to get up, but just when I was about to, the noise stopped."

"You did the right thing Mrs. Hudson. Molly knew just how to take care of him. Here" Mrs. Holmes began backing out of the door "we should let them get a little more sleep."

Mrs. Hudson nodded and followed, closing the door behind her as she had one last glance of the dreaming Sherlock and Molly.