Wrote an angsty little ficlet:

2AM Confessions – When he returns, Sherlock has nightmares, but John is always there.

teaser below the cut

John watched the pale figure twitch under the sheets. Before, Sherlock  had hardly slept, great swathes of activity and inexhaustible energy. Now though, he slept like a drowning man gulped air. As if he’d never slept for three years. 

Leaning down, John kissed the tangle of curls. Sherlock whimpered and turned to curl around John; a refuge and rock against the sea of nightmares. 

The first time Sherlock woke up screaming John had his gun in his hands, flying down to Sherlock’s room before he was fully awake. The man wouldn’t talk about it, tried to assure the doctor he was fine. John had put the gun away and crawled into bed over his objections. A month later and he hadn’t passed a night in his own bed.