You woke up and sat up straight in bed. Your bed was once John Watson's bed but he moved out so you moved in. You noticed you were shaking so you headed to the kitchen and hoped there was chocolate in the fridge instead of a severed head John had once told you about.
You walked in the living room to see Sherlock laying face up on the sofa. You carefully walked past him trying not to make a sound.
"I know you're there." You jumped. He must know that you had a nightmare. He picked up his phone and started texting someone.
"I hope there's chocolate," you said.
"There's a head in there," he warned.
"Experiment?" You guessed.
"How did you know? John told you the story I suppose?" Sherlock asked sarcastically. He pushed past you and looked in the fridge. He tossed you a chocolate bar before pushing back past you again. This is unlike him. You thought suspiciously. He carried on texting whoever it was.
After you had finished your chocolate, you sat in the chair that was dubbed 'John's chair'.
"That chair is not that comfy," Sherlock said. You looked at him nervously. After a few seconds, he had deduced you.
"You want to sit by me because you had a nightmare? Why come to me for help?" Honestly, Sherlock was the first person to acknowledge you at work in St Bart's. You carried on siting there silently.
Sherlock huffed before answering: "Fine."
"Thank you." You sat by Sherlock who, after looking at his phone, put his arm around you.
"Should I ask you to talk about your... nightmare? Or would it make it worse? You would be remembering terrifying... things that you would not wish to remember."
"What have you done with Sherlock, alien?" You muttered to yourself. You leaned in and put your head on Sherlock's chest. You noticed he texted someone with one hand. He seemed shocked.
After a while Sherlock relaxed a lot.
"(Y/n), I feel something."
"What is it?"
"I don't quite know," That's new. You smiled a bit. "And I don't know if it's real..."
"Well?"
"According to John, I, well, I..." Sherlock didn't seem to know what to say.
"Will you go out with me?" He asked after more one-handed texting
"Yes, I will go out with you," you answered.
"By the way, I'm not an alien, I'm a highly functioning sociopath," you heard before you both fell asleep together.
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