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Mary Watson is kind of a bamf ([info]notmypast) wrote in [info]wariscoming,
@ 2014-06-22 14:13:00

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Entry tags:john watson, mary watson

Who: John and Mary Watson
What: We actually have no idea yet
When: Late last night after Bo's post :(
Where: The Trumper flat
Warnings: Doubtful



It was heartbreaking. Mary hadn't seen a lot from the Seal yet. Mostly just arrivals and a few outgoing people but no one who'd really hit home. But she'd really liked Florence and respected the fact that the woman had been so good to John, even when Mary couldn't be there. And Bo... The child was precious. There was a reason everyone loved her so much. Mary understood how she'd grasped John's heart and not let go. So she was determined to help them however she could. Even if it was as simple as making dinner for them and their visitors while they began the healing process.

It was late, but they were still lingering. Bo was in her room; Mary was pretty sure Khan was with her, trying to get her to fall asleep. The man's resemblance to Sherlock would never be less strange for her. Florence had claimed she was going to bed, but Mary had a feeling she knew better. It was going to be a long night for the residents of that apartment.

She stood in the kitchen, wiping down the dinner dishes. Ava sat in her seat, the top portion of her stroller that turned into a rocker when disassembled. The baby seemed to sense the need to be on her most adorable best behaviour and had barely uttered a peep except once, when she'd been hungry. Now she was sleeping peacefully, not far from Mary's reach. Despite her own romantic issues, and the fact that Mary could sympathize with how hard it was being away from one's husband, she knew she needed to count her blessings. If nothing else, she had her baby girl. That was one thing to be grateful for in this messed up world.

When she heard the door to Florence's room open and close, she glanced up and met John's eyes as he walked out. As always, she was slightly hesitant to speak around him. But she was never going to get anywhere if she kept her distance. He'd just have to deal with her, was all. "How is she?" she asked, setting a plate down and reaching for another.



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[info]imhisblogger
2014-06-22 06:40 pm UTC (link)
John's loyalty was with Florence. Forever beside her, whether she was happy or not that didn't mean John would sway. It only meant that bond grew really. He'd dropped everything for her without a second thought. There was no possible way he would let her be alone in this. She'd put up with so much from him when he needed her and ow he was going to do the same for her. He was going t make sure she was all right somehow.

This was his family. He was going to protect it. He was glad Khan was there, though it was strange to him as well. The man was so like Sherlock, even now as he spoke sweet nothings to a hurting child. He had held Florence until she managed to sleep, as she'd often done for him in the past in hopes to give her a little familiar comfort. Only when she did finally rest did he allow her some much needed space to do so as comfortably as possible.

He rubbed his eyes a bit tiredly as he shut the door quietly behind him, and only shook his head as he sat heavily in a chair near by. "Upset, but holding it together for the kid best she can." At this rate he was considering a leave of absence from the hospital to help with Florence and Bo. He wouldn't even have that job if not for her. Hell, he might not have even had his life if not for her.

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[info]notmypast
2014-06-22 06:57 pm UTC (link)
Well if she weren't upset, Mary wouldn't understand it at all. It only made sense. But she could respect holding it together for the child. Even if Bo wasn't biologically hers. Bo was the most important thing to so many people there that it only made sense. "She should know if she needs to just let go for a bit, we're all here for them. One of us can take care of Bo, it'll be fine either way."

Putting the dishes aside for the moment, she instead moved to the cupboard and started on another kettle of tea. It had been flowing pretty steadily considering the group gathered around. Now, though, Mary's only concern was the exhausted looking man in the chair. The one she'd sworn to love for better or for worse. And now was a moment she was seeing both sides of him. Admittedly, she loved those moments. "She's lucky to have you around."

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[info]imhisblogger
2014-06-22 07:07 pm UTC (link)
"I've told her that. She knows. But that's not how she works. Too strong for her own bloody good that one." He nodded at that and attempted to rub way a slight headache that had started to irritate his temples. His own friendship with Freddie had been a rocky one, but that didn't mean he didn't see how the man had made Florence and Bo happy. He'd been more than able to put that aside for their sakes, even though he was sure the man didn't care for him half the time. It wasn't his place. He wanted his best friend to be happy, and Freddie had provided that. She was afraid now, and he could see that. He hated that he couldn't fix it.

He would do anything for Florence, but there was little he could do in this situation. He couldn't demand the seal to return her husband no matter how he wanted to. "Saved my life, that woman." More than once if he was honest. "I'll protect them now." He added, his own eyes meeting hers again. He ignored his own exhaustion, but he hadn't even been able to sleep since returning from work. He'd been up more than twenty four hours already.

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[info]notmypast
2014-06-22 07:17 pm UTC (link)
Mary didn't believe that John Watson could ever need his life saved. Not really. He'd always find a way out. Always. Never mind how many times Sherlock had gone after him, or how often they'd had to get each other out of tight spots. She still desperately believed that he would always get through. Because she couldn't imagine life without him. But if it helped him, if he really believed that Florence was the reason he was alive, then so be it. Then she'd be thankful that she'd done so. "Then I'm grateful to her for that," she offered, her eyes involuntarily drifting to the sight of her sleeping daughter.

She prepared the tea exactly as John took it, no sugar, because there was something clearly wrong with the man. Offering him his, she made herself a cup and sat on the edge of the couch, not far from him. "You have to take care of yourself, too, John. You won't do either of them any good by falling apart."

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[info]imhisblogger
2014-06-22 07:29 pm UTC (link)
He didn't elaborate. He didn't really want to. It was bad enough he kept seeing Molly bring Sherlock up on the boards, these were memories he'd much rather have kept to himself. Moments of weakness he didn't particularly want to broadcast anymore than he had at the time being. So he merely took his tea and sipped it, thanking her as he leaned back in his chair some.

Cream, no sugar. he smiled some at that. She really did know him, or he was just predictable. John looked over at her with a shrug. "Didn't get a chance to sleep yet is all. I'll be fine." Not even this version of him cared to talk of weakness of any kind when it came to himself. "I'm considering a leave of absence." He commented as he looked over at her. He'd only just started but he could claim grievance in the family.

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[info]notmypast
2014-06-22 07:42 pm UTC (link)
Her eyebrows lifted at that. "Have you mentioned that to her?" Because she didn't really think that's what Florence would want for him. Admittedly, a tiny portion of her was jealous. Would she ever be that close to him again? Would she ever even matter that much to him? It was a difficult thing to consider, that he would always love another family more than his own. Which wasn't him. Damned Seal. Maybe she had a bit more experience with its cruelty than she'd thought.

"Would they even let you? You've only been there for a few months." And yet it touched her that he was willing to risk it to help the people he loved. That? That was the man she loved. The man she'd planned on spending her life with.

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[info]imhisblogger
2014-06-22 07:57 pm UTC (link)
He'd seen Molly discussing Moriarty with someone, and really couldn't have cared to get involved. He'd already put his feelings with Moriarty behind him. Why dredge up the past again and again? "No, she has enough on her mind." He didn't want to add his own issues to her plate. He wanted desperately to be able to take care of her, but during the week he was at work until the late hours of the night.

"I don't know." He finally decided to elaborate a bit, confide in the woman for the first time. "Reached bottom for a while here after Sherlock was.." The word killed was still difficult to place, and especially in Florence's home. "Murdered. Tried to end my own life several times, bu Florence wouldn't allow it. Florence and Rose, neither one of them left me though they could have easily turned their backs on me at the time.." He looked into the tea and frowned a little. "There was a time I wouldn't leave our flat. They stayed with me though I told them both to leave." And then he stopped talking again, he hated how low he'd sunk there. He needed Mary to understand the depths of his loyalty. Why he chose them. He looked at Ava for a moment, and his expression briefly softened.

"I'd thought there was no hope. No reason to go on. I'd watched Sherlock die twice, and my hope went with him. This is supposed to be a place of second chances. But mine had been stolen away. They brought it back. Those two. Three." He corrected as he looked up at her. He had a life beyond Sherlock, and he could now for the first time actually see it. He wanted her to know that he could.

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[info]notmypast
2014-06-22 08:35 pm UTC (link)
Her eyes closed briefly as he described his grief. It felt almost like she could see him there. Holding on to the edges of his sanity, grasping for some form of relief. Anything. Even an end to it all. She knew how close he'd come to tipping over the edge the first time around. But he'd pulled himself back together. Gotten himself a comfortable new job. Of course, there he hadn't had Jim Moriarty constantly shoved back in his face. Kidnapping him, haunting him (literally), and any other number of things. But still.

Back home, he'd had her. In the beginning he'd fought so desperately not to let anyone in, but she'd wormed her way into his life with a serious determination a weaker John Watson hadn't been able to fight. Here, though, she hadn't been around for most of that. She'd only arrived at the beginning of his recovery, and her presence and what it implied had thrown him off, she knew.

"You're stronger than you think, John," she finally said quietly. "And better, too. It's good that you have people who will help. Who will defend you. But I think you'd manage." Without even considering what she was doing, she reached out, resting a hand over his knee. "Sherlock loves you because you do the same thing for him that they did for you. That you're doing for Florence now. You pulled him back. Made him remember how human he can be and why it's all worth it. That's just who you are. Even when it's hard, even when it hurts. He's the brains, but you're the heart. And every one of us knows it."

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[info]imhisblogger
2014-06-22 09:36 pm UTC (link)
Where that man was concerned, John had no will to be involved any longer. He'd more than done his time with Jim Moriarty. Whether he was returned as a ghost of evils past, or a real figure, should he return again John was done. That man had taken enough from him. Still, he stood. He hadn't succumbed to what Moriarty had thought he might, a sniveling drunk that couldn't stand on his own feet any longer. No, he was stronger than that. And just now he could see it vaguely. He felt better for it really. He could now stare down the ghost and tell it off.

John was still wary of letting anyone in when it came to love, he didn't feel he deserved it after everything that had happened. He also worried. He worried about losing it as everyone he knew seemed to. Whether it be to a gun shot or to the seal, he worried constantly what it would mean if he let himself get too attached to anything anymore.

He raised an eyebrow at her as she touched him, and yet he didn't pull away this time despite Sherlock's mention. He only chewed his lower lip for a moment as he watched her in confusion. Nobody had described him in that manner in some time. Sherlock had once called him a 'Conductor of Light' but he hadn't been giving it much thought lately until those words. "I do all that do I?" He gave her a slightly exasperated little smile, but it was there none the less.

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[info]notmypast
2014-06-23 08:51 pm UTC (link)
It wasn't until he gave her that look that she realised how personal she'd just gotten with him. This wasn't the man she'd fallen in love with two years ago. This wasn't the man she'd made that tiny baby with. This John barely even knew her. But then, a voice reasoned in her head, she hadn't gotten anywhere by being shy with him the first go round, either. Maybe she did need a slightly bolder approach.

He needed someone to make him smile. That's what Martha had said and Mary was relatively certain she was right. But was it her? Florence was, by rights, single now. What if that's what John had wanted that whole time? He had made the two of them his family. What if he had no need for another? And why was this so difficult?

She just gave a little laugh. "Of course you do. You're not just some sidekick. You do know the books are written from your point of view, don't you? Why do you think that is, John?" She had her theories. How he was what would ground the reader. Sherlock Holmes was too out of the ordinary for the average person. They needed someone like John to show them the real world, to identify with. And to remind them that Sherlock Holmes, in the end, was only human. "He's not the same person without you. I don't think any of us are." She pulled back, then, giving him his personal space again.

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