Sherlock Holmes (sh_rl_ck_d) wrote in expresslogs, @ 2012-04-21 17:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | {john watson, {sherlock holmes |
Characters: Sharluck & Jawn
When: Saturday evening
Location: 601b
Warnings/Rating: Captain John Watson. Bamf.
Summary: Sherlock is in a vulnerable state after watching Moulin Rouge and John has had a stressful week.
Status: Closed. Ongoing.
John had been working hard the last week. Not only with the wasps but other things that played upon his mind and kept him up at night. Sherlock knew, of course, because he was up most nights as well. And as nice as it had been to have company, the two of them lacking sleep hadn't been conducive to a happy time in 601b. But Sherlock had desperately wanted to help out, and this had alternated between staying out of the way and being on hand to assist. And it had all eventually come together. He knew that John was stressed, though. Because he was a good doctor and he cared too much about everybody, regardless of the size and severity of their illness or injury. And that was what always made him a better man than Sherlock.
Even with the decreasing number of people in the infirmary, things between Sherlock and John had been a little bit tense in the last twenty four hours. And Sherlock couldn't help but feel as though he was probably ninety-eight percent responsible. He had started Friday with the best of intentions and set off to feed John's friend, James, which was rather uncharacteristic but not unwelcome. What was unwelcome, however, was the three hour absence that had followed when taking tea and a sandwich had turned into an exchange of life stories (mainly Sherlock's) and John had been left wondering what the heck had happened to his partner. Of course, Sherlock had thought John was over reacting just slightly because Sherlock was off doing something nice, but perhaps considering everything that had happened only a month prior, disappearing for three hours in the middle of a hallucinogenic wasp epidemic was probably not the best thing he could have done to ease his boyfriend's stress.
And so Sherlock had told John very quietly that he'd been in the entertainment car if he needed him and scuttled off with his tail between his legs to behave himself and keep out of the way.
That had been nearly six hours ago and now Sherlock was back in their room ruminating over the end of Moulin Rouge and wondering if he should take some dinner to John. He'd passed through the infirmary on his way back but apparently all of the competent doctors had finally arrived and there wasn't enough room for him. Which was fine, really. Sherlock didn't always have to be useful. He didn't always have to be the one helping John-