Long story short: Bessie hates me. Please ignore the POV change. I'm trying to get over writer's block, I pray it doesn't show.
John stifled a sigh as he ran his hand through Sherlock's curls. He needed a trim. Sherlock had been asleep for roughly an hour. (He couldn't get to his phone to check.) John was aware that most nights, Sherlock stood watch over him, stopping night terrors before they even started. More than once, John had come close to accidentally giving him a black eye. Sherlock ignored his apologies and just held him gently. Acting as if he were the most precious thing in the world.
John did sigh, this time, as he turned to the problem of tackling Sherlock's guilt. It wasn't Sherlock's fault one of the men in his unit had betrayed them. Colonel Sebastian Moran was an evil sort. The kind of man who took pleasure from inflicting pain. John had never trusted him to begin with. The only question John thought important was how to schedule a meeting with Mycroft without attracting the attention of Sherlock.
He was fully aware of the consequences of the knowledge he possessed, should it ever reach Sherlock's ears. Even Anthea wouldn't be able to get them out of trouble if Sherlock committed fratricide. John had only met the woman once when he was recovering, but Sherlock's mother terrified him.
"Stop thinking so loud, it's annoying."
John jumped slightly, "I wasn't aware you were awake." He started to pull away, but was stopped when Sherlock slipped his arms around his waist.
"Don't." Sherlock shifted so that he was sprawled over John like an overgrown house cat. "I'm quite comfortable where I am and so are you."
"Sherlock, about-"
The doorbell rang and Sherlock sprang up like a jack-in-the-box. "Should go see who that is. May be Lestrade with a case."
"Sherlock, we will be talking about-"
"Yes, yes, but there may be a case!" And Sherlock was out the door. John sighed again.
"Woohoo!" Mrs Hudson came in with a tea tray. She interrupted him before he could even start to protest by saying, "It's no problem, dearie, you just focus on building up your strength. Sherlock's gone out with that detective inspector lad, to look at a case. Would you like some company?"
John stifled another sigh. "Company'd be lovely, Mrs Hudson, just let me get dressed please."
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