All furniture and objects were lit up in the room by the sudden bright flashes of lightning. These were then accompanied by roars of thunder. Coldness had swept across the coastline, the usual mugginess and thickness that hung in the air during such storms was not present, this storm was chilling.

John Watson lay on his back in bed, his hands behind his head. His usual sleeping routine was never perfect, as he was always haunted by the trauma and depression that war gave a man. Even though he struggled to get to sleep at the best of times, tonight was harder due to the vast scale of this horrific storm which captivated this area of coastline. John turned and looked at his watch which he had placed on the bedside table earlier in the night. It read "02:30". John hoped Sherlock wouldn't be dragging him out of bed unwillingly early in the morning for more information on this fucking case he's suddenly so interested in. For fucks sake, he was in a B&B room in Devon. Where the hound from hell was on the loose and the owners of where they were staying had already made several gay jokes. Yes, this case wasn't one of John's favourites. Out of the silence, a particularly loud shatter of thunder shook the building, making John flinch.

Whilst he lay back down on his back to settle back to sleep, he heard the sound of feet hurrying his way and a door opening, his door. "How the bloody hell did I forget to lock my door to a hotel room? Anyone could get in" he thought, scorning himself. John wasn't too worried though, as he knew it was going to be Sherlock. After living with him for 3 years he knew that he had to expect to be disturbed by Sherlock at all hours. Having once been woken up as Sherlock had only recently found out about global warming and felt the need to sit on the end of my bed and rant about it for 2 hours. Seriously. He could be so ignorant about such things sometimes. On this occasion, John decided he could expect anything as he sat up and looked at his door to see Sherlock Holmes stood in the doorway in one of his most famous dressing gowns. They seriously are famous though, thought John. He had people contact him through his blog asking if they could buy them. Them only having seen them because Sherlock often just forgets to dress and leaves the house dressed indecently, and rarely any clothes at all if he retires to the armchair in Baker Street. But all the fangirls were interested in his dressing gowns, even though Sherlock was asexual they still didn't understand that and he still has a large female fan base. "Brainy is the sexy" they say. Why must they quote Irene Adler's tweets?

When Sherlock was stood in his blue dressing gown in the doorway, he had a look of panic struck on his face. Then with his puppy dog eyes he looked at John and said, "I'm scared John." John had to stop himself from spluttering and laughing right there and then. "And what do you expect me to do about it Sherlock? It's a storm, I know as much as you do that it's a bugger to sleep through." Sherlock came and sat at the end of John's bed. He had clearly been restless as his curls were sticking up in every direction and were even more messy than usual. Looking through his big soft eyes at John he asked turning his head to the side, "Can I sleep in your bed?". John looked so confused, "Come on Sherlock you're not five years old. You're a grown man, I know it's hard to believe sometimes but..." Sherlock looked at John with longing eyes and John gave over. John moved the duvet and signalled for him to lie down in space next to him. Sherlock lay in his spot, a smug look on his face as he nuzzled into the pillow. They soon both went to sleep without another word.

John woke up to a stiff shoulder. Stretching, he turned uncomfortably to the time. 07:30. Still pretty early. He turned to his other side to see the world's only consulting detective tucked under his arm, lying on John's chest, sound asleep. John couldn't help but smile at the fact his presence had reassured Sherlock. Feeling rather good about himself, he put his hand through those soft brunette curls and settled back down to sleep.