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darnedchild) wrote2017-08-10 11:13 am
darnedchild) wrote2017-08-10 11:13 am
Cover of Night
Summary: Sherlock sleepwalks.
Rating: G
A/N - One word prompt request – "Sleepwalking" for Sherlolly, from biroba
Cover of Night
“Molly, dear. In case no one has mentioned it, sometimes Sherlock sleepwalks. Rarely. Only when he’s pushed himself to the point of exhaustion, or he’s very stressed.” Mrs Hudson shrugged apologetically.
Molly understood what the other woman’s silent gesture meant. Sherlock had barely been out of hospital for a week, and was still dealing with withdrawal and his injuries. He was both stressed and exhausted; and since this was Molly’s first overnight shift on Sherlock Watch, Mrs Hudson wanted Molly to know what to expect.
She promptly forgot all about the warning in the face of an irritable, jumpy Sherlock intent on pushing away everyone in his life.
It wasn’t until she woke up with Sherlock kneeling beside the sofa, his head pillowed on her chest and his arm draped across her waist, that she remembered. She lifted his chin and gazed into his unfocused eyes, and realized he was sleepwalking.
Molly tried to sit up; but he pulled her closer, held her tighter, and they somehow ended up in a tangle on the floor.
“Stay with me,” he asked, utterly unguarded and fragile.
“Always,” she whispered.
She was not surprised when he barely tolerated her presence the next morning.
Rating: G
A/N - One word prompt request – "Sleepwalking" for Sherlolly, from biroba
Cover of Night
“Molly, dear. In case no one has mentioned it, sometimes Sherlock sleepwalks. Rarely. Only when he’s pushed himself to the point of exhaustion, or he’s very stressed.” Mrs Hudson shrugged apologetically.
Molly understood what the other woman’s silent gesture meant. Sherlock had barely been out of hospital for a week, and was still dealing with withdrawal and his injuries. He was both stressed and exhausted; and since this was Molly’s first overnight shift on Sherlock Watch, Mrs Hudson wanted Molly to know what to expect.
She promptly forgot all about the warning in the face of an irritable, jumpy Sherlock intent on pushing away everyone in his life.
It wasn’t until she woke up with Sherlock kneeling beside the sofa, his head pillowed on her chest and his arm draped across her waist, that she remembered. She lifted his chin and gazed into his unfocused eyes, and realized he was sleepwalking.
Molly tried to sit up; but he pulled her closer, held her tighter, and they somehow ended up in a tangle on the floor.
“Stay with me,” he asked, utterly unguarded and fragile.
“Always,” she whispered.
She was not surprised when he barely tolerated her presence the next morning.