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John Watson internationally smuggles tea (imhisblogger) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2012-02-08 10:30:00

Entry tags:

john watson, sherlock holmes

Who:John Watson and Sherlock Holmes
What:Reuniting?
When: Last night
Where: Restaurant that serves crappy tea.
Warning:TBA!

John didn't know what to think. Moriarty was talking to him as though he hadn't a care in the world and that was bad enough. Then there was Sherlock. Sherlock was supposed to be dead. John saw him die but there he was chatting him up on the internet as though nothing had happened. It wasn't right. He'd had this dream before, that's what it was. It was just a wonderful dream where he could see his best friend and finally feel normal again instead of empty and angry. He waited in the booth of the location he'd given to Sherlock for him. He couldn't even entertain the possibility that it was real after everything that had happened. He'd gone back to his psychologist and he knew what she would say.

Why John. Why are you doing this to yourself now after all the progress you have made? He wanted the answer too. Maybe by meeting this Sherlock he would get some. Irene was even in his dream, he wasn't sure why he would dream her up. He couldn't come up with an explanation and he wasn't sure he cared to try. Many things had happened like that since Sherlock's death. Things he might have cared about had his best friend still been alive, but he wasn't. It was like a switch turned off and ice water had been dumped on his head. Surprise, you're alone in the world John Watson. Waiting for Sherlock Holmes to show up when he never would was the craziest he'd been since he lost him. It caused his throat to dry up and he took a drink of the water he'd been given by a hostess.

Watching his wrist watch he frowned at the time. This was silly. Picking up his cane he limped toward the door with all intentions to leave. Opening it up and pushing his way outside, he stared upward at the sky. It's not fair. Why are you doing this to me? Then down at his watch again. He heavily considered getting a pint at some local bar.

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thinkitthrough
2012-02-08 07:11 pm UTC (link)

Sherlock was, well, he wasn't really sure what he was feeling in regards to John's return, mostly because this whole... human connection thing still felt off to him. He remembered being irrationally upset and worried about the man when he'd shown up with the semtex vest. First he'd felt betrayed before he realized it was a ploy. Whatever the case was, he didn't exactly understand these human emotions that had decided to creep up. Friendship. Caring wasn't an advantage, it was used against people by those like Moriarty. Yet he was actually happy to have John back. Or has happy as Sherlock got when he wasn't involved in a case. Which he was, but it was more frustrating than anything because everyone expected him to figure it out right away because they didn't understand just how intricately Moriarty wove his web, how difficult it was to define the man, to locate him.

He'd been working on his write up for the information page thing that the Anderson wannabe was harping about. Yes yes, people needed to know the truth to keep incidents like the pageant mother from happening because people couldn't be helpful enough to explain things in greater detail than 'this is a bad person' in a post about nothing so it was easily skipped. Just like her idiotic idea of putting such information in a comment to a post that would also be skipped. So incredibly mundane. Yes, it wasn't their fault for their small little minds, but would it kill them to try and use their brains a bit more?

Arriving at the restaurant, Sherlock noticed John preparing to leave. And he had his cane.

"Again with the psychosomatic limp, John? I thought we already went over this. You don't need the cane."

Really, it was rather old.

"You're seeing your therapist again, I take it? Or were as she won't be here. Don't worry, there's plenty of action here to let you feel like you're back in action. Let's get you to the Complex."

Because it wasn't like Sherlock would take John's wants into consideration. They always did things on Sherlock's time because, well, it was usually easier that way for everyone involved. Besides, there was a lot to cover and it was best done in a situation where they didn't have to worry about people overhearing them.

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imhisblogger
2012-02-08 07:36 pm UTC (link)

For a minute Sherlock didn't even register to him. He was talking but all John could do was stare. If this truly were some kind of dream he really didn't want to wake up again and face a Sherlockless world. It wasn't fair. He didn't say anything at all as he watched him close as if trying to figure out where the flaw was and what sort of trick it was. If it was a drug induced dream there should have been some kind of sign. He didn't find anything.

Reaching out with his free hand he touched Sherlock's face not even really paying attention to what he was saying. He needed to know that his friend was real, to touch something real. When his hand met the flesh his heart beat that much faster and he stared up at him wide eyed and in silence as though he'd seen a ghost. He pretty much had in his own mind. "You are you aren't you?" He paused and reached out to hug him tightly.

He didn't care if Sherlock was put off or uncomfortable, in that moment he only cared that he was alive and well. "I can't believe it."He'd dropped his cane as he held onto him and refused to let go. "I thought you were.." His voice cracked and faded. Barely managing to hold back emotion.

All he could do to keep from crying was to smile, and so he did. If he broke down now he was afraid he might be unable to pick up the pieces again. He chose to believe in Sherlock Holmes one more time.

"Don't ever do that again."He said as he finally pulled away and shoved him.

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thinkitthrough
2012-02-08 07:54 pm UTC (link)

Well, this certainly was uncomfortable. Sherlock just stood there as John decided to touch his face. Well, people always did talk and it never really bothered the detective, so let them talk again if they were seen. It wasn't as if they weren't used to it. John insisting that he was heterosexual and Sherlock not caring one way or the other. As such he just stood there and rolled his eyes.

"Of course I'm me. Who else would I be?"

And then he was being hugged by the shorter man and all Sherlock could do was blink and stand completely still. After a bit, he awkwardly patted John on the back. That was what people did in these situations, right?

"Yes yes, you thought I was dead and now you can't believe I'm alive when I clearly am. I'm sure you're seeing that now."

And then he was being let go of and shoved. Well, that was more normal. Giving a slight grin, Sherlock just nodded some.

"I'm not exactly in the line of predicting the future, so I can't guarantee anything, but I suppose I can at least tell you I will try not to do... whatever it is I did again." Like that really counted. Sherlock did things his own way no matter the feelings on the matter. "Now that we've gotten that out of the way, come along."

Now that he was released, Sherlock was able to start back to the complex so he could better explain things to John.

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imhisblogger
2012-02-10 03:20 am UTC (link)

Usually John was far more concerned about his friends needs and wants, but right then he could care less just how uncomfortable Sherlock was as he tried to figure out whether or not he was actually insane. Touching skin to skin helped convince him that he was perhaps a little less insane then he believed in the beginning, but not entirely clear. Something was still foggy and he wasn't sure if he would ever be able to unearth that seed of doubt in his mind. One day he hoped he could look at Sherlock without questioning his sanity, but then again when could he ever really do that in the first place?

"A crazy illusion I've created in my mind where all this is really just a very realistic dream." John rubbed his neck as he stepped back from shoving him and started to feel a little better. Ironic really how all it took for him to feel even moderately normal again was to push him. What did that say about their friendship? John didn't feel like analyzing anymore. He was just glad that Sherlock was indeed tangible and he hadn't disappeared.

Rubbing his face with is hand he took a deep breath and nodded. "Good."He had imagined it over and over again, seeing Sherlock once more. The truth of the matter was he hadn't even begun to thought what it would feel like and it was tiring.

"Rentless flat you said?" John tried changing the subject, giving his mind something else to focus on other than the ridiculous emotion that threatened to ruin him in the public eye.

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thinkitthrough
2012-02-10 03:49 am UTC (link)

Sherlock just remained as he always was, stoic, as John tried to piece things together. Really, there wasn't much else he could do. Well, beyond point out all his fallacies in his reasoning but given the situation they were in, it wasn't so hard a logical deduction that he was going insane. As such, Sherlock decided to behave himself for the most part and let John take stock of everything. He supposed that was something he could do for the army surgeon. It was polite or some rubbish like that.

Thankfully, John decided to change the topic to something they could converse about without all the awkward feelings in the air of John thinking him dead and Sherlock being, well, Sherlock, who didn't understand human emotions on the best of days. Didn't think it mattered because caring wasn't an advantage and it only ended up with you making mistakes.

"Yes. It's set up for people like us who suddenly find ourselves in a world that isn't our own. There are a lot of us, really. Some people who we see as fictional characters and people who see us as fictional characters as well. Only, our actual lives aren't for entertainment value it seems, but written by an author in the 1800s."

Maybe that was too soon, but Sherlock wasn't known for mincing words, holding things back.

"Basically we're in the middle of the Biblical apocalypse and are supposed to help with this battle. There are demons you'll want to protect yourself from but they have amulets for that at the complex as well. They also have classes on how to protect yourself if you're so inclined."

At that, Sherlock patted John on the back.

"See, no reason to miss the action of war, the seal brought it to you."

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imhisblogger
2012-02-15 10:00 am UTC (link)

Much too soon. None of it was really sinking in the proper way. The only thing going through John's mind was the fact that Sherlock was alive. Alternate Universe. He didn't have the emotional capacity to deal with the rest just yet so he let it slide. His eyes traced Sherlock's face one more time before he decided to let himself believe that this was real.

It really was going out on a limb, but at the same time it was Sherlock. Sherlock didn't sugar coat or lie as far as he was aware to him. They had a friendship that was real, no need for lies or tip toeing. Why would Sherlock make up a story like this? He just couldn't figure it out.

Looking up at Sherlock as he rambled on about some Biblical apocalypse all he could do was try desperately to cling to his fading sanity and nod. Forcing a grin. "You realize this all sounds completely barmy right?" He added as he watched his friend. Half expecting him to disappear or fade infront of his eyes like he had in so many dreams since that night, nightmares really.

He didn't. Instead he was reassuring him and John looked down at his cane with a frown. "I hadn't even realized I was doing it again. After I saw you die I guess it just started acting up again."

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thinkitthrough
2012-02-15 10:23 pm UTC (link)

"Of course I realize that it all sounds completely mad. It is. But that doesn't change the fact that it is annoyingly true."

Which was frustrating because Sherlock would really rather be back in London where things at least made sense and he wasn't always being questioned on what he was doing to locate Moriarty because the small minded idiots here didn't realize that Moriarty would only be found when he wanted to be found. They thought he would be easy to take down and they were so very wrong. But what could he really do about that? Nothing beyond deal with their annoying habits and questions. He was even being polite. Or trying. Sometimes it worked at least.

"That's the whole point of psychosomatic, you don't realize you're doing. Honestly, John. Have I taught you nothing?"

Shaking his head, the comment on John seeing him die went over Sherlock's head for a moment before he paused and looked to the shorter man.

"What do you mea, you saw me die? I mean. I know I will, everyone does... but you don't look to be that far from the future.... Though with the different cases I take on it isn't too far fetched."

Now to hear that he had apparently died was strange to Sherlock. He knew the natural order of things but it wasn't really something he put much stock into. Didn't think of the risks and dangers. So what was he supposed to do? Be upset? It was Sherlock, he didn't do that, even though he was rationalizing it as a means to make sense.

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