Sherlock Holmes (![]() ![]() @ 2012-05-13 21:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | {john watson, {sherlock holmes |
Characters: Sherlock Holmes and John Watson
When: Sunday, immediately after John's post
Location: 601-b
Warnings/Rating: High for traumatic recollections and volatile emotions.
Summary: John has more emotions than he can deal with. Fortunately, he has Sherlock to shoulder some of them.
Status: Closed, ongoing
Sherlock would never know why he had waited until the end of John's post before he hurled himself through the train to their room. He would never know why he had waited to hear his boyfriend's fist meet what he assumed was the wall before he sprinted to his side. Maybe because he'd had to be sure, had to really and honestly be sure he could deal with everything John was feeling. Because it was an area neither of them had tried to break in to before. Talking about John's parents.
Sherlock hated them. He hated John's father. He'd never met the man, they'd never discussed him at length, but Sherlock Holmes was Sherlock Holmes. He didn't need to be told things. And he hated John's father. That the man could make John feel the way he did all the way from the other side of the world- no, that the man was on the other side of the world pissed him off more than he could verbalise. That neither of John's parents had been there when he'd returned from the war made Sherlock seethe with rage. And this had been before he'd inexplicably fallen in love with the man.
Now he had reached a whole new level of rage.
With that in mind, Sherlock knew he was ready to step up and be the emotional sling John needed right now. It was John. Sherlock would fight the hounds of hell for him.
But of course there was the first concern about what state he would find John and their room in. He paused outside their door. Normally, of course, he would just walk straight in, but if John really didn't want him there then he wasn't going to just burst in. Oh, he'd go in anyway, but jumping straight in could likely land him with a fist to the jaw-
"John?" Sherlock's voice cracked just slightly as he tapped on the door, his heart pounding so loudly in his ears he was concerned he would miss his partner reply-