Deductions of Sleep
Title: Deductions of Sleep
Summary: Sherlock talks in his sleep.
Rating: PG just because I can't bring myself to rate lower
Warning: Non-Reichenbach. No spoilers. :)
A/N: kaleigh_marie and I were discussing Sherlock fics and this was one of the ideas that came from it. Look at her profile for her version of the same idea!
John sighed. For the first time in almost three days, Sherlock was asleep. He wondered for how long. Sherlock was on the couch snoring lightly when John came home.
Then, Sherlock did something he never had before - he started speaking.
Well, to be honest, him not speaking was more of a novelty, but he had never talked in his sleep before. Though, for a moment, John thought he had woken his flatmate.
"You met someone at the pub." Came the clear words. "Her perfume was terrible."
John laughed. "Yeah, it was. She came on a bit strong."
"Obvious… Go take a shower. You reek of gardenias."
John just shook his head and did as Sherlock told him. He was sure he smelled of smoke and alcohol, maybe even disinfectant from the hospital. When John got out, Sherlock wasn't on the couch anymore, so he headed to his own room. He was toweling his hair dry when he walked through so it wasn't until he turned to grab his bed clothes that he saw where Sherlock had gone.
The detective was in John's bed, still fast asleep.
"What are you doing in here?"
"Stop talking."
"Sherlock, you're in my bed."
"You sound surprised." It baffled John that the man was still asleep.
"Are you just joking around? You're not really asleep are you?"
There was no answer to that. John rolled his eyes and finished dressing, barely caring that Sherlock was there. When he was dressed, he tried again.
"Sherlock, if you don't move, I'm using your bed. I'm not sleeping on the couch."
"Ridiculous. You couldn't find the sheets if you tried."
Several scenarios ran through John's head. "What've you done with the sheets?"
"Needed to find out how long it took them to burn completely."
"I'm not sure if I want to know…"
"You probably don't."
"Then you're going back on the couch."
"It's cold."
"There's a blanket on the couch."
"Not warm enough."
John sighed. "You better not kill me in the morning when you find out we shared a bed. I have to go to work tomorrow and I can't afford a crick in my neck."
John climbed in on the other side of the bed and promptly fell asleep.
In the morning, he was prodded awake.
"John. John!"
"Mm. What?"
"What happened?"
Sherlock sounded a little panicky. John laughed.
"You really don't remember?"
"John…" He sat up.
"You sleepwalk. In fact, we had a pretty long conversation while you were asleep. Were you aware that you were deducing me while you slept?"
Sherlock shot him a look. "What really happened?"
"That's exactly what happened! It was really weird."
Sherlock didn't speak to him for the rest of the day. John never did find out if Sherlock just thought he was lying or if he was looking up the possibility of that happening all day. He guessed it didn't matter. Just another one of Sherlock Holmes's quirks.
~Fin
Summary: Sherlock talks in his sleep.
Rating: PG just because I can't bring myself to rate lower
Warning: Non-Reichenbach. No spoilers. :)
A/N: kaleigh_marie and I were discussing Sherlock fics and this was one of the ideas that came from it. Look at her profile for her version of the same idea!
John sighed. For the first time in almost three days, Sherlock was asleep. He wondered for how long. Sherlock was on the couch snoring lightly when John came home.
Then, Sherlock did something he never had before - he started speaking.
Well, to be honest, him not speaking was more of a novelty, but he had never talked in his sleep before. Though, for a moment, John thought he had woken his flatmate.
"You met someone at the pub." Came the clear words. "Her perfume was terrible."
John laughed. "Yeah, it was. She came on a bit strong."
"Obvious… Go take a shower. You reek of gardenias."
John just shook his head and did as Sherlock told him. He was sure he smelled of smoke and alcohol, maybe even disinfectant from the hospital. When John got out, Sherlock wasn't on the couch anymore, so he headed to his own room. He was toweling his hair dry when he walked through so it wasn't until he turned to grab his bed clothes that he saw where Sherlock had gone.
The detective was in John's bed, still fast asleep.
"What are you doing in here?"
"Stop talking."
"Sherlock, you're in my bed."
"You sound surprised." It baffled John that the man was still asleep.
"Are you just joking around? You're not really asleep are you?"
There was no answer to that. John rolled his eyes and finished dressing, barely caring that Sherlock was there. When he was dressed, he tried again.
"Sherlock, if you don't move, I'm using your bed. I'm not sleeping on the couch."
"Ridiculous. You couldn't find the sheets if you tried."
Several scenarios ran through John's head. "What've you done with the sheets?"
"Needed to find out how long it took them to burn completely."
"I'm not sure if I want to know…"
"You probably don't."
"Then you're going back on the couch."
"It's cold."
"There's a blanket on the couch."
"Not warm enough."
John sighed. "You better not kill me in the morning when you find out we shared a bed. I have to go to work tomorrow and I can't afford a crick in my neck."
John climbed in on the other side of the bed and promptly fell asleep.
In the morning, he was prodded awake.
"John. John!"
"Mm. What?"
"What happened?"
Sherlock sounded a little panicky. John laughed.
"You really don't remember?"
"John…" He sat up.
"You sleepwalk. In fact, we had a pretty long conversation while you were asleep. Were you aware that you were deducing me while you slept?"
Sherlock shot him a look. "What really happened?"
"That's exactly what happened! It was really weird."
Sherlock didn't speak to him for the rest of the day. John never did find out if Sherlock just thought he was lying or if he was looking up the possibility of that happening all day. He guessed it didn't matter. Just another one of Sherlock Holmes's quirks.
~Fin