Sherlock Holmes (![]() ![]() @ 2012-03-10 21:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | {john watson, {sherlock holmes |
Characters: Sherlock and John
When: Saturday afternoon.
Location: 601-B
Warnings/Rating: Angst.
Summary: Sherlock wants to do something nice that doesn't involve sex.
Status: Closed. Ongoing.
Sherlock Holmes stared at the jacket that hung on the door of their wardrobe. It had been hanging up inside, pressed to the side behind all of the bought and borrowed clothes the two of them had acquired in the last few weeks. Sherlock's hung on one side, dark shirts and trousers and jackets. John's were softer colours. John was softer. Fragile. Fragile right now.
He was cross legged on their bed, elbows on his knees, chin balancing once more on his steepled fingers. He barely blinked. In John's absences Sherlock had been through the pockets of the army jacket, looked at the map, read all the intricate little things in John's hand writing. He'd learned a lot about John through the map and the content of his pockets. Of course he did. He was Sherlock Holmes. Not even his boyfriend was immune.
The last time they had discussed this they had ended up having a lot of sex. Not because of the army jacket, no, but their serious conversations had always spiraled into something else. They were very good at avoiding important topics, it seemed. Sherlock had wanted to talk to him so many times about The Fall. To talk to him so that it didn't have to be in capital letters anymore. And so that John would stop jumping whenever he woke up and Sherlock wasn't in bed beside him, to rid that panic from his eyes that lingered for the seconds until he placed himself, remembered where <i>they</i> were. It was going to take time, but a fuller explanation was necessary to help get them there.
The same way Sherlock needed to talk to John about the war. To talk to him about what he felt. What he had lost. What he needed now.
Gracefully, Sherlock unfolded himself and crossed the room in two long paces, reaching out to run his fingers over the red cross on the patch on the sleeve. His doctor. His soldier.