Oneshots

Dreams (Johnlock/Wholock)

A/n: Holy shit. I can kiss my writer's block goodbye. Not like I'm gonna miss it. But it's more like idea after idea than actual progress. *sigh* Any way. On with the oneshots!

WARNING: HAPPY FEELS AHEAD

MERRY CHRISTMAS, Y'ALL.

TS

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'An apology. I'm a fake...'

'I researched you...'

'Alright, stop it now...'

'Goodbye, John.'

"SHERLOCK!" John yelled, bolting upright. He breathed heavily, tears running down his face. For a second, nothing happened.

Then Sherlock himself walked in,  wearing his blue bathrobe. "John?" he asked.

John stared at him. "...How?"

Sherlock frowned and sat down next to John on his bed. "How what?"

"How are you alive?"

Sherlock looked taken aback. "Erm, I run quickly, so as to not get shot, um..."

Now John was frowning. "You jumped off of St. Barts."

Sherlock stared at John. "What? No, I didn't."

"Yeah, you did, I watched you."

"The Doctor said this might happen." Sherlock mused. "John, in a parallel universe--that doesn't exist now--I did jump off, because I had no help from the Doctor. That dream you had is the last remant of that parallel universe. It's okay."

John breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank God. That was a horrible dream." He realized the tears were still there. John wiped them away with the back of his hand and sniffed, trying to forget. It wasn't working.

Sherlock reached out hesitantly and hugged John, rubbing circles into the former army doctor's back.

John sniffed again. "Thanks," he muttered.

"Anytime," Sherlock whispered.

"Sherlock, one more thing,",John said suddenly, still being hugged.

"Mm?"

"...Don't die on me, okay?"

"As long as you don't die on me, dear blogger."

"Mmkay."