literature

Sherlock Fanfic - Nightmares

Deviation Actions

Cheeky-Little-Gamer's avatar
Published:
4.6K Views

Literature Text

Chapter One - Strange events

"No! No, no, no, no…!"

John was having another nightmare about his time in Afghanistan. Sherlock knew he'd be tossing and turning in bed, all the while muttering and sometimes shouting after his army colleagues, his friends, that he just couldn't… save.

"It wasn't your fault John." Sherlock said very quietly under his breath. He hated to see his friend like this. John would wake up insanely early, stumble downstairs and try not to wake his flat-mate who, although John didn't know it, was already awake and would start writing his blog or read a mind-numbingly boring book in an effort to chase away his demons and find some peace, only to found by his flat-mate, at 6am, asleep in the most awkward positions on his reading chair. No wonder why he always had neck ache.

John was having these nightmares every night now. He'd wake up drenched in sweat, wondering how the heck he managed to get back to bed after his venture downstairs in the middle of the night, not feeling any less tired than when he had gone to bed the night before. And he would still insist on following Sherlock, his flat-mate and friend, not to mention the world's only consulting detective, halfway around London just to prove points and sometimes catch some criminals in the process.

On some mornings Sherlock would find John collapsed in a heap beside his bed, an empty whisky bottle hanging limply from his hand. Sherlock never thought to blame John for turning to drink for some peace when it got really bad, but he did so hate to see him the next morning, struggling with an almighty hangover, yet another reminder for John of how his sister had ended up.

"AARRRGGGHHHH!"

The cry was so sudden that Sherlock actually jumped in his bed, jolting him out of his thoughts. He ran quickly to the upstairs bedroom that John was occupying, taking the steps two at a time. When he got to the landing outside John door, Sherlock wondered what exactly he was going to do and say, feelings and comforting were never his strong point, it was Mycroft's.

But Sherlock didn't get the chance to think of what Mycroft might do in this situation as another yell jerked him into action, throwing John's door wide open to find him struggling to fight off some unseen enemy.

Sherlock sprinted the short distance to John's bed and sat at the edge, wondering again what he should do before extending a gentle hand and placing it warmly on John's shoulder, his good one, Sherlock checked so as not to cause him any discomfort. Sherlock did try to be considerate, if only to certain people, but it didn't always show.

"John… John?" 'Oh what did Mother used to say?' "Um… It's… okay John, It's… It's over now." Sherlock said softly. 'What's wrong with you? You can always think of what to say!'

But the kind words seamed to have an affect on the troubled man beside him."Hmmm?" John muttered sleepily but did not wake up. Seemingly acknowledging Sherlock's presence as comforting, he stilled, his nightmare apparently chased away by his friend's mild touch. Finally the chance of a good night's sleep, John's exhausted body leaped at the chance.

Soon after, Sherlock too fell asleep, lulled by the steady rise and fall of his friends chest as he slumbered beside him. He vowed to get up before John the next morning, to save embarrassment. Even Sherlock knew how embarrassing this could be.
Chapter one of my Sherlock Fanfiction.
Hope you like it. Let me know. :hug:

Chapter two:
[link]
Comments9
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In