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Sherlock Holmes (reasonbackward) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2010-10-17 00:28:00

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!@event, !closed, john watson, sherlock holmes

WHO: Sherlock Holmes & John Watson
WHAT: John just had to kill two people. And this time, they weren't not very nice ones.
WHERE: Sherlock & John's flat; John's Room
WHEN: October 16th; Evening
RATING: PG-13
STATUS: In Progress

If John wasn't going to come out and talk to him, Sherlock was more than willing to force him to. While he wasn't exactly sure the code of conduct for something like this, no more than he was ever sure of the code of conduct for social situations, he did have sense enough to know that leaving a man who had just had to shoot the woman that he claimed to love in order to save both her and himself from a fate worse than death alone in a room with a loaded gun just showed a plain lack of common sense. So much so that Sherlock's stomach dropped nearly to his feet when he heard the one plain shot discharge from John's gun just as he'd reached the door. Had it been him, locked in a room with a gun, a random shot going off like that would have been no cause for alarm, but with John, poor, straight laced, dependable, rock solid, burden bearing John, Sherlock feared the worst as he shoved the door open with enough force to send it banging back into the wall.

And was relieved to find that it was only John's PDA that had taken the hit.

"Don't do that!" Sherlock chastised, the wild eyed look on his face betraying his thoughts as he stared at John for a long moment before walking over and promptly removing the gun from his hand. "You'll get this back," Sherlock said, holding it up in front of John's face and waving it, as if it were made of plastic and John were a naughty eight year old, "when you regain your senses."

Because the last thing any of them needed was a distraught ex-army man with a gun.

Setting the gun carefully on the farthest flat surface from where John was sitting, Sherlock sighed, closing the door and flopping down on the bed next to his friend. Looking at him sideways for a moment, Sherlock glanced at the floor before looking back up at John. He hesitated, mouth opening and then closing and then again, before he finally relented, "I'm no good at this," and just leaned over to pull John into an awkward hug.

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hisbestman
2010-10-18 04:32 am UTC (link)

John had been in his room since well before he'd posted on the network, just sitting on the bed in a daze. It reminded him of those dark days after Afghanistan when physical pain and mental apathy had ruled him. He had very nearly gone back to Hermione's flat, where they had been staying since this mess had started, but the thought of being alone there, surrounded by her things, had been too much and he had quickly decided against that plan. The flat was quiet, and he had just let himself be numb. But it couldn't last forever, and he knew the others had to be told. All in all, it went about as well as he had expected, which was to say it had been a catastrophe. He felt somewhat guilty that he had let Sherlock find out with everyone else, rather than telling him personally, but he didn't know how to even go about it. And while John didn't make a practice of hating people, that Abbott girl was infuriating him to the point that he was willing to make an exception. It got to the point that tossing his PDA to the floor and shooting it had seemed a pleasant alternative to talking with her any more.

He was honestly confused when Sherlock rushed in, then he realised what it must have sounded like to his friend and he felt a wave of guilt. And yet, at the same time, he felt a mixture of annoyance and disappointment that Sherlock would think he was the sort of man who would do that. "For the love of god, Sherlock," he said, "I wasn't going to...I was just tired of that bloody woman and her self-righteous idiocy." He paused. "Perhaps that was a...slight over reaction...but you don't need to worry." Except that he'd been sitting there with a gun and he hadn't thought to wash his girlfriend's blood off him. So maybe Sherlock was well within his rights to worry.

"I know you're not," he said quietly, when Sherlock admitted to being terrible at comfort, "but it means a lot that you try." And then he was being pulled into what was quite possibly the most awkward hug ever, and he just froze and let it happen. "Um...Sherlock?" he said after a long moment. "You can let go of me now."

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reasonbackward
2010-10-18 06:16 pm UTC (link)

Pulling away from his friend at John's word, Sherlock gave him a quick once over, a thoughtful frown etched on his features. Not that it was entirely surprising that John was a mess given what he'd just had to do, but it was still worrying that he hadn't even had the presence of mind to clean up before posting that network message. "She's a child," Sherlock said as though that were the most obvious thing in the world. "She will learn eventually that sometimes self-preservation trumps loyalty. Or she'll end up dead. Either way, the human race will be better off." Because it wasn't as though that was an entirely cruel thing to say. Given the way she had been acting about this, and how she had upset John, Sherlock say it as a perfectly warranted comment.

Scooping up the remains of John's PDA, Sherlock examined it, for all the good it would do, and dumped the scraps on the bed next to him, "You're going to need a new one of those," Sherlock said before looking sideways at John. "Don't you think you should go take a shower?"

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