Johnlock Oneshots

nightmares

it was the fourth time john had woken up in a sweat this week. he'd look over next to him and see sherlock sleeping peacefully. every night it was the same routine; take a shower, make tea, and try to go back to sleep. he was always unsuccessful at the last part. in the mornings sherlock would assume john just got up early because that's what john always told him. he would make more tea, take another shower, then go to the clinic and start a new day. over the next few weeks, he'd only get about four hours of sleep every night and sherlock started noticing that he didn't get enough sleep because the bags under his eyes and he'd take naps. and john never takes naps. he started staying up and watched for john to wake up. sherlock's heart dropped when he heard what john was mumbling about and acted like he was sleeping when john woke up. he studied john. he wrote down the time john went to bed and when he woke up and wrote down what john was saying in his dream. it went on for about a week until sherlock made sure john was asleep and when he started whining, he went into the kitchen and quickly made tea. he sat by john's side and ran his hand through his haor softly, it calmed john down some, but he still woke up.

"i made you some tea." sherlock whispered, offering the mug to john.

john rubbed his eyes and sat up, taking the tea. "did i wake you?"

"no. i noticed you weren't getting enough sleep, so i stayed up and watched you and charted everything down."

john looked into his tea. "so you know what they're about?"

sherlock nodded. "why didn't you tell me about them?"

"i didn't want to bother you and ptsd is hard to get over." john sipped his tea.

"we can try different things to see what will help you sleep again, or you can see a therapist about your dreams."

"we are going to keep therapists out of this."

sherlock nodded. "alright."

john sighed, setting the tea on the bedside table, and laying down again. "play something on your viloin."

sherlock got up and went to get his violin. he sat on his side of the bed and played a gentle tune for john. john watched sherlock, feeling his eyelids getting heavy and falling asleep again. sherlock noticed he was sleeping, but kept playing to make sure he wouldn't wake up if he stopped. he stayed up and made sure john didn't wake up again, and he didn't.

in the morning john was in a better mood that the last couple of weeks. he finally got more than three hours of sleep and he owed it to sherlock. at breakfast, they sat and talked about john's dreams. they were of the night at the pool and every time, sherlock died in a different way, and every time john tried to go back to sleep, he'd see sherlock's bloody body and he just couldn't take it. the reason he was able to fall back asleep again was because he knew sherlock was alive and awake next to him. they made a deal that every time john woke up, he'd wake sherlock up and sherlock would either get his vilolin or just cuddle john until he fell asleep again.

"sherlock!" john shouted, waking up. sherlock wasn't next to him in bed and he quickly got up and went into the kitchen, sherlock wasn't there either. for some reason the table had multiple empty beer bottles on it, sherlock's viloin was broken on the living room floor, and there were news articles plastered on the wall: Famous Sherlock Holmes Passes in a Pool Explosin, Partner John Waston Survies.

john felt his heart drop. it was all a dream and the nightmares were real. how could he forget? it all came back to him. mrs. hudson making him tea, her downloading violin music on her ipod, then him drinking to make everything go away again. he sunk to the floor and started sobbing. he was just dreaming about sherlock being next to him and comforting him and helping him go back to sleep. how could he forget that the man he loved was dead and his nightmares were just reccuring dreams about what happened that night?

it all seemed so simple. he would just take a handful of the sleeping pills, and he would be able to sleep and see sherlock again, but he wouldn't wake up if it was a bad dream and he was alright with that. he just wanted to see sherlock again.

sorry for the sad chapter. im going backpacking so this will have to last you guys for the next 5 days