Authors note

sorry about such short chapters. I have school and sports maybe even some plays that I got cast into so not much time to type... Hope you enjoy!

When John woke up Sherlock was curled up in a ball under his sheets. Aparently he got change in the night but now he was asleep again but he was dreaming.

In his sleep he suddenly called out “J-John, help, help me."

John leaned over towards Sherlock and patted him on the back. "its ok Sherlock. I'm here"

Sherlock suddenly jerks awake he looks worried "John I-I was dreaming. That bloody drug overdose, made some very vivid hallucinations."  

"Oh... ok. You want to talk about them Sherlock? I'm willing to listen" John sits back in his chair and folds his arms.

"No" Sherlock says as he rolls back over.

John leans forward a little bit in his chair."Sherlock... that was not a suggestion. now tell me. there is no way the great Sherlock Holmes could be this upset by a dream"

 Sherlock crosses his arms "I said no" John hands him a cup of tea and sits back in his chair waiting for a response.

  Sherlock casts him a glare "Fine" *sips tea*

  "As a child and teen I was bullied terribly everyday. Called freak, unnatural, and many other things. Soon it just became to much. I turned to drugs and my mind palace to escape when I was at the age of 14. when the bullies finaly left me alone or when I was able to leave school. I went to my mind palace and tried to delete the memories forever. But the memories were so deeply imprinted on my mind that I could not permanently delete them. So I just locked them up in my mind palace. That's it no more."

John is sitting there letting this all sink in. Sherlock the greatest detective alive was once bullied. Wow, that was news. Good thing he did not have a gun at the age of 14. Or else those boys or girls who bullies him would probably not be alive today.

  John turns to face Sherlock "Umm sherlock if those memories were locked up how did they come back again?".

  Sherlock snugles back under the covers with his back turned to John "I said no more."

   John comes over and sits on the edge of the bed "Sherlock you know I won't leave you a lone until you tell me."

  Sherlock sighs "The drug overdose ok. I, did, an overdose." He curls up even deeper into the sheets, almost like he is ashamed.

John glares at Sherlock "An overdose! That had better have been an accidental overdose. You could have been seriously hurt Sherlock! If I had not been there and you had fallen and gotten hurt or even worse. I could not have lived with myself."

Sherlock gets out of bed but is only wrapped in his sheet. "Well I was not hurt, so drop it."

John stands up furiously "NO Sherlock I will not drop it! We need to figure out this drug addiction before it gets any worse." John stares the detective in the eyes "I want you to quit."

Sherlock spins around, about losing his sheet. "W-what! no I just can't quit like that!... John I have been addicted to multiple substances since I was 14. Imagine the withdrawl symptoms I will have!"

John puts his hand on his flatmates shoulder "I will be here for you the entire time." John couldn't imagine Sherlock without his drugs. He is terrible even with them on a daily basis. "We need to start by removing all of your-Your umm, let's start small. Cigarettes. ok?"

Sherlock about drops his sheet again."But,I-I umm, ughh fine, my cigaretts and only my cigarettes."

Sherlock tries to walk out of his room but starts to sway back and forth and about topples over. John goes over and grabs his arm. "Sherlock you need to lie down...and maybe put some pants on"

Sherlock sits down on the edge of the bed. "John I-- I don't want to go back to sleep... Moriarty and the cases!"

John grabs Sherlock by the chin and looks at his eyes. "Sherlock you are still heavily intoxicated. You need to rest. plus it is only 1:00am" 

  Sherlock tries to stand "No John I need-" John pushes him back down onto the bed.

John sits back on the edge of the bed. "I will stay if the dreams are going to bother you... I don't mind." John lays down with his hands clasped behind his head.

  Sherlock lays down with his back turned to John.

John thinks for a minute"Sherlock?"

  Sherlock gave a low"Hmm" as a response

"you are still not wearing any pants are you..."

Sherlock chuckles "Nope"

John silently laughs "I don't mind."