|dani_meows (dani_meows) wrote in bipolardanicats,|
@ 2011-12-06 06:32:00
Deck The Skull With Boughs Of Holly: Interlude
Title:Deck The Skull With Boughs Of Holly: Interlude
Fandom: Sherlock BBC
Prompt: An interlude between this and prompt six, aka: promptless
Word Count: 700
Notes: Shifting points of view... indicated in bold. Prompt six has already been written in my head but has to wait until after class to be written out on the keyboard as I've got to go to class. :-(
Seconds after John left to do the shopping and run errands, Lestrade called with a case. Two people dead in a locked room with no windows, no ways for the murder to get in there and shoot the pair of them and then get out. A most fascinating case, I headed for the cab. The plan was to solve this case as fast as I could and then go back to the Christmas festivities with John. I didn't want to be without my blogger but John deserved a vacation. The case lasted an unbearably long seven days before I resurfaced.
I love both of my boys. My sons that didn't enter my life until they were grown but are mine to mother. I had always mourned the fact that I couldn't have children, until I learned that my husband was a serial murderer, then I was grateful for my infertility.
Right now, I'd like to scold Sherlock for the way he's treating our John. He hasn't said a word to John since he took this case that haven't been demands for tea, silence, or his phone. Not one word, and it's beginning to suck the happiness out of my boy.
Setting up a surprise Christmas Party for John has been a delight compared to the things I normally plan and set up, being the shadow that runs the government requires ruthlessness at times.
I enjoy doing this though. For John, the brave and loyal man, who taught my brother how to care.
John gave me back my younger brother and became the first friend I've ever had that didn't demand favors from me in return.
I'd do anything for John. Perhaps I should kidnap him again to distract him from Sherlock's latest case.
I wonder if he likes ice skating?
I miss John Watson. He's the one who makes the freak, Sherlock rather than the freak. I used to not see that distinction.
I was one of the first on the scene during the Moriarty case, the one who helped the paramedics move a screaming Sherlock away from a dying John.
I was one of the ones who held the screaming man in shock with the blood coated hands down.
That was the moment I stopped calling him the freak as an insult but a nickname without any bite to it.
Right now, he's back to his old emotionless ways.
I'm not upset that Sherlock's on a case and therefore wasn't available to go Christmas tree shopping with me or make the gingerbread house or anything else with Mrs. Hudson and I. He's on a case and I love watching the genius at work.
I'm upset that Sherlock's on a case without me and isn't even talking to me about it.
I feel abandoned and like Sherlock doesn't need me as much as I need him. I'm unnecessary.
I grab my phone and call up Sarah to pick up some more shifts at the clinic, at least I'm useful there.
I finish the case and I head back home excited and ready to share my success with John. I don't even realize it's been seven days until I see the completed gingerbread house, the undecorated live tree...
John isn't home.
I don't realize how awful I was to live with for the past week until John arrives home with the groceries and practically tiptoes to the kitchen trying to make as little noise as possible.
Suddenly my actions come back to me. “Tea!” “Quiet!” “Phone!” That's all I've said to my John for seven whole days.
I jump up and begin to help him put the groceries away. “Sorry I was such an ass.”
“It's all fine, you were on a case,” John says. I can tell that he's not as happy as he was.
“I thought you'd want to keep up your Christmas preparations, I didn't want the case to prevent you from enjoying them,” I say adding, “I was lost without my blogger. All other doctors are idiots.”
John smiles and I know I've said the right thing. I hadn't even realized I felt cold until his smile made me warm.