Johnlock chapter 1: The Nightmare
On a cold, snowy winter night, John snuggled into bed with Sherlock beside him. The couple were exhausted from decorating 221B for Christmas. Soon after, his view changed from darkness to troops dashing from both sides. He looked, they weren’t just ordinary troops, they were all covered in mud and dirt. He found himself standing in the middle of a battle field, both hands wrapped around a gun. Standing there blindly, he was in danger as his enemies wanted every one of his people die, in any ways, and he was letting them shoot him easily. Soon after, John found himself bleeding, his right hand was shot and was bleeding terribly. John soon fell unconscious onto the floor, not noticed by the busy battling troops. ‘John! John!’ a sound came from nowhere while John was having a blackout, not any sound, but it was familiar, it was Sherlock’s voice. John was pulled back to reality by Sherlock’s voice. Of course, he didn’t want his curly-haired darling worried. ‘I’m fine, I’m fine.’ John said, but his voice betrayed him as it was trembling furiously. ‘NO YOU’RE NOT! Look at you, you’re trembling all over!’ Sherlock was worried, angry and relieved at the same time, as he didn’t want John to carry all the stress by himself. Sherlock knew John was up to something. ‘It..it..its only the Afghan War. I had it again. The nightmare I couldn’t get rid of.’ John took a sip of the water from the cup Sherlock had given him just in case he needed it. ‘Oh, then we better get rid of it. I will take you to your therapist later, now get changed.’ Sherlock then put the clothes he had prepared on the bed, walked out of the room and waited patiently for John.
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wait patiently for chap 2!