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John was not a light sleeper. He couldn’t be with Sherlock around or he’d never get any sleep. So when he woke up in the early hours of the morning long before the sun was up he was a little confused. He blinked groggily and then flexed his back as he shifted to a new position when he suddenly remembered that you should be there with him. He turned to look for you just as you let out a soft whimper, causing him to come out of his sleepy state slightly. You had pushed all the blankets off you and were curled up in ball on the edge of the bed your arms tucked into your chest, obviously distressed by what ever your mind was torment

John took everything in, nodding softly at the new information and also at the things he already knew, “She has said as much a while back… I think the only way we can help her is to give her time to grieve. It is never easy to loose someone that you've come to rely on in the tense situations that are commonplace for those that serve our country... but at some point she’ll accept the truth and the hurt will fade.” Sherlock entered the conversation then, “You knew she unwillingly went in my stead and didn’t tell me John?” “She made me promise not to. I wasn’t about to betray her trust whe

You and John walked into the Parisian style bar to the exact scene you’d been hoping to avoid with two angry drunk men and Aaron engaged in a shoving match that was threatening to turn into an all out brawl. “Wait here,” you told John quietly and then sauntered over in between the three men. You said something in French to the two who he had to assume weren’t Aaron and one nodded and walked off. The other gave you a rough shove and John sprang forward to defend you, but you took care of it yourself, flipping the man forcefully on to his back and pressing your foot to his neck. You repeated the French phrase you had