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Title: Nightwatch
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Category: Romance
Rating: PG-13
Beta: The adorable [livejournal.com profile] verityburns
Word count: 273
Translations: Into Chinese by Lowtension available here or here. Into Czech by miamam available here.
Summary: 221B Baker Street, a bedroom, at night. Before the Fall.



The room is quiet. I hear only John's breath. I see his chest rise and fall steadily. It’s so soothing. I watch his sleepy face in the shadowy light, endlessly, and though I know it by heart it's not boring at all. If I close my eyes I still see it.

I observe the way his eyelids and his lips sometimes quiver. Maybe he's dreaming. Happy dreams, I hope. He has no nightmares when I'm with him. Two nights ago his eyes suddenly opened, he stared at me and I stopped breathing. After a few seconds he gave me a slight smile and closed his eyes again. He hadn't really woken up.

He shifts a little in the bed and his hand settles next to my face. I fix my gaze on it, as if mesmerised. I come near, until my mouth brushes against it. I close my eyes. I can feel the warmth of his skin on my lips. Something breaks inside me. Oh God, this is enough.

I stand up slowly and, as I do every night, I smooth the blanket out to efface any trace. He wouldn't notice anyway. A last look and I leave John's room as silently as I came in, about an hour ago. I go back to my room.

I wonder what he would say if he knew. I wonder if, one day, he'll wake up and find me there, next to his bed, in my dressing gown, my legs tucked to the side, my head resting on my arms folded on the cover, watching, watching over him. I'm afraid he will.

I hope he will.




Author's note: Are you in the mood for angsting? With my customary quick-wittedness I realised after writing it that if you skip in my dressing gown and I go back to my room, lo and behold, it's now a very sad post-Reichenbach story. Sherlock comes back to 221B every night to spend some moments next to John who's sleeping. When John woke up two days ago he felt perfectly happy for a few seconds, because he remembered seeing Sherlock, then he remembered Sherlock was dead and... Right. I definitely recommend the pre-Reichenbach version.

It's my first fic and I wrote it for [livejournal.com profile] verityburns' birthday, some months ago. Many, many thanks to her and to the lovely [livejournal.com profile] arianedevere; without their kindness and their encouragement and their kicks in the pants I'd probably never have written, let alone posted, anything. I owe you!


There is a prequel now, The Stuff Dreams Are Made Of, and a sequel, Awakening.

There is also a podfic, by the wonderful [livejournal.com profile] verityburns.



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Date: 9 November 2012 14:29 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chocolamousse.livejournal.com
Ooooh yes, there's hope, you're so right! There's even a happy ending, I didn't write it but it is always understood if I write the story. One day, very soon, John will wake up, for real this time, he'll really see Sherlock, he'll reach out aaaaand there will be kisses and confessions and cuddles and amazing sex, the end. And John will never, never deceive Sherlock. *coughs* Also, thank you. :-)

Edited Date: 9 November 2012 14:37 (UTC)