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Part 11 of The Legend, The Stories, The Adventures
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2018-10-26
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2020-03-03
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In Dreams, There Is A Kernel Of Truth

Summary:

Sherlock has lived an entire section of his life while in a coma after being shot by Mary. When he wakes up, he vows to use the knowledge from that dream, knowing there is truth to the types of dreams he has, to change events of the future for the better.

Notes:

So Dreamin and I were talking about some fandom wank in the fandom today and I went "I wouldn't mind if it was in his head and we get Mary back and we get another Sherlolly kiss because, you know, if he dreamed up the 'I love you' scene it's BECAUSE HE FUCKING LOVES HER" and she challenged me to write it. So here you go, a fic where some things in Series 04 remain similar and others are drastically different because most of "The Last Vow" and all of series 04 was all a dream.

Chapter 1

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“Do you think he’ll wake up?”

“I don’t know, Molly. He’s been under for a while. It’s up to him now.”

Warmth. He felt warmth envelop his hand and it was tight. His hand was being held. A small hand, slightly rough but still soft overall. He had felt that hand recently. Or had he? He squeezed it, wanting to reassure her. Molly, his Molly. But why was she worried?

“Greg, he’s gripping my hand!”

“I’ll go get a doctor.”

There were quickly moving footsteps and then he felt light fingers brush against his forehead. “Molly,” he croaked out. He hadn’t opened his eyes yet, but he felt more warmth against his fingers and wetness.

Molly was crying.

He was making her cry, again. Again? The memories were fading now, replaced with a blinding pain he hadn’t felt in a long time. Or had he? He was confused, so confused. “Sherlock,” she said. “Don’t push yourself. You’ve been in a coma for three weeks.”

“Mary...” he got out.

“We know,” she said, a bit of bitterness in her voice. “The bastard is still alive, and she’s felt so bad. But why were you in his apartment, Sherlock? What were you doing?”

So. The truth was out, which meant all the now fading memories had been something he had thought up for himself. He had dreamed it all.

But in all dreams is the grain of truth, he thought to himself and opened his eyes, taking in the bright whiteness of the hospital room before taking in the woman by his side. “Molly…”

“I’ll try and get you some water,” she said, standing up, but he tightened his grip and sat back down. “Sherlock?”

“Don’t...leave,” he said. “Please. Can’t...let you go...again.” His mouth felt so dry, like it was filled with cotton and sawdust, and the water would be amazingly refreshing but he needed Molly here. Oh, if it was all a dream and there was truth in the life he had lived in his mind, there was much he needed to rectify. He needed to do so so much to make sure that the future he had dreamed of didn’t come to pass, if it was indeed some prophetic vision of the future.

“I’m right here,” she said, smoothing his hair back. “I won’t leave unless you tell me to, alright? I promise.”

“Sorry,” he said, slipping back into sleep.

“Why are you sorry?” she asked.

“Love...you,” he said as he shut his eyes completely again, the last thing he heard before he slipped into unconsciousness again was Molly’s shocked gasp and the sound of footsteps again. But at least in the silence, he didn’t have to think about the life he had led or the life he still had to lead. He could be at peace, for at least a little while longer.