Dr. John Watson: First Date
After telling the driver where to go, John looked down to see that Mary had placed her hand between them. Almost instinctively, he put his hand over hers and squeezed it gently. He saw her blush again out of the corner of his eye and wondered if he wasn’t going a bit pink himself.
He grinned to himself. Yes, this was going to be a very good night.
Feeling John’s hand squeeze her’s Mary looked at him, and smiled “So how are you John? Have you had a good day?” Mary asked smiling and blushing slightly at the contact.“Yeah, I have,” John replied, looking at her and smiling once again. “In fact it’s been one of the better days in my recent past, a fact which I’m pretty sure I owe completely to you.” He glanced out the window briefly, watching the lights of the city flash by the two of them. “How about you, Mary? How have you been?”
Blushing at John’s words she replied “Yes thank you, it was my day off today, so i had been tidying the flat, luckly” Mary giggled and gave John a sweet smile “I am glad I could make your day better John” Mary looked out the window to see a hen night staggering out of a pub ” Oh dear look!” Mary exclaimed and laughed at the gaggle of girls falling over each other.He laughed along with her, more than a little bit surprised that the girls were so plastered this early in the night. “Looks like they’ve had a few too many,” he remarked, “Thank god you’re more sensible than all that.” John grinned and nudged her teasingly.
Mary giggled not only because of the girls but because it tickled when John nudged her “Yes, looks like they started early! and I think i am?” Mary said half giggling half beaming at John. “I hope I am” Still smiling at John.
“Don’t worry, I’m almost positive you are.” He squeezed her hand again, then looked up when he felt the cab slow to a stop. “Looks like we’re here,” John stepped out and walked around the car to open the door for her. “Shall we, Miss Morstan?”
professionallythewoman started following you
Oh! Hello, Irene. It’s certainly been a long time, hasn’t it?
Hello, John. Yes, it really has. I have been dead, though, so I suppose it was for the best. How are you doing, dear?
Yes, dying seems to be a trend these days, doesn’t it? Or at least, you know, pretending to be dead. But I’ve been doing as well as can be expected, really. It was a bit of a shock to learn that Sherlock wasn’t actually dead and that he’d been lying to me for three years, but I’m coping.
…And I’ve no idea why I’m telling you all this. Sorry.
confirmedbachelorwatson started following you
Oh John~ I’ve missed you. Pleasure to see you again.
Yeah, pleasure wouldn’t exactly be the word I’d use for it. I was under the distinct impression that you were dead, and d’you know, I actually sort of liked it that way. But apparently you can’t even figure out how to die properly.
Oh, hello the- wait a minute… Watson?!
Y- yes, yes, it’s me. Sort of. Well, judging by the looks of things, I’m not exactly your Watson, per se, seeing as I’ve never met you before. I’m more of a …John Watson from the future, I suppose? It’s a bit odd, but I guess history can, and does, repeat itself.
Sorry, I’m a bit confused myself…
Wait For Me || Johnlock
Sherlock waited nervously. He could hear John moving stealthily about the flat, obviously he worked out Sherlock had broken in, likely grabbing his gun. Then sneaking round to get to the door from the side and get a look at who was behind it. Sherlock shifted his weight from the balls of his feet to his heel allowing John a moment to get an estimate of one person and perhaps his height and shoe size as well. He drew in a breath out of anticipation as the door began to swing open slowly.
The look of surprise on John’s face was all the evidence he needed to know John hadn’t known. John hadn’t picked out any of the clues he’d left or he had just ignored the clues. Either way John was staring at him with wide eyes.
“Can I come in?” he asked.
Sherlock brushed past John into the flat. He glanced around and noticed little to nothing about the place had changed. That warmed his chilly heart slightly and eased the nerves. John couldn’t completely hate him if he had kept all his things.
For a long minute, John stood staring at the figure who had just pushed his way into the room. Everything about the man, from his height and that jaunty, self-assured walk of his to the familiar smell of cigarette ash on that damned overcoat, screamed that this truly was Sherlock, apparently come back from the dead. But this was the real world, not some children’s fairy-tale. The real world might have heroes and villains, but if the villain won, then that was it. The end. Heroes didn’t have a chance to rise from their graves and defeat their enemies.
Stories in the real world didn’t have a happy ending, and John had to remind himself of that far too often in the past three years.
Nevertheless, logic insisted that this was indeed Sherlock, and that meant that there had to be a logical explanation for his being here. Regathering his wits and his senses, he shut and locked the door - it never hurt to be too careful at this time of night - and then turned to face his friend.
“So, you faked it, then.” It wasn’t a question. It wasn’t a greeting, either, and John could’ve kicked himself, but what else did you say to a person who had waited three years to tell you he had faked his own death? He shuffled awkwardly and moved to put away his now-useless gun.
Dr. John Watson: First Date
“oh that’s fine John, and oh yes let go indeed, and thank you John, I love your jumper!” smiling and taking John’s arm and smiled at him. They went out the door and Mary locked it “So where are we off to John?” Mary asked blushing slightly she hadn’t been on a date in a long time either.“Well, I’m not set on any particular place really, but there’s this little French restaurant a few blocks away that I thought we could check out.” John held the door open for her, then walked around the cab to slide into the seat beside. “Though of course, if you’d rather not, we can go anywhere you like.”
As he got settled in the cab, John thought again just how nice she looked. He had never liked a lot of make-up on women - he thought it made them fake and harsh - but Mary had put on just enough to outline the curves of her face, and it heightened her beauty, rather than cheapening it. When he realized what he was thinking about, John chuckled silently at himself for being such a sentimental fool. He hoped the girl next to him was having as good a time already as he was.
“Oh that sounds lovely John, i am not fussy about what we eat, honest” Mary was happy she’d met John today, she had a feeling it was going to be a lovely day, no date? was it a date? it hadn’t been really disscussed but she had guess it was. Mary noticed John looking at her face and she blushed her cheeks going rosey pink. Mary placed her hand in the middle of them and left it there.After telling the driver where to go, John looked down to see that Mary had placed her hand between them. Almost instinctively, he put his hand over hers and squeezed it gently. He saw her blush again out of the corner of his eye and wondered if he wasn’t going a bit pink himself.
He grinned to himself. Yes, this was going to be a very good night.
Feeling John’s hand squeeze her’s Mary looked at him, and smiled “So how are you John? Have you had a good day?” Mary asked smiling and blushing slightly at the contact.“Yeah, I have,” John replied, looking at her and smiling once again. “In fact it’s been one of the better days in my recent past, a fact which I’m pretty sure I owe completely to you.” He glanced out the window briefly, watching the lights of the city flash by the two of them. “How about you, Mary? How have you been?”
Blushing at John’s words she replied “Yes thank you, it was my day off today, so i had been tidying the flat, luckly” Mary giggled and gave John a sweet smile “I am glad I could make your day better John” Mary looked out the window to see a hen night staggering out of a pub ” Oh dear look!” Mary exclaimed and laughed at the gaggle of girls falling over each other.
He laughed along with her, more than a little bit surprised that the girls were so plastered this early in the night. “Looks like they’ve had a few too many,” he remarked, “Thank god you’re more sensible than all that.” John grinned and nudged her teasingly.
Dr. John Watson: Phone Calls
“W- what?” John spluttered angrily after a full three seconds of heavy silence. If it had just been the name, John could have convinced himself that this was just another crank caller, a thrill seeker looking to get off by frightening some poor soul half out of his mind. But the voice on the other end of the line was one that he would recognize anywhere. He had heard it for the first time when it whispered mocking orders into his earpiece at that pool, and it wasn’t the sort of voice that you ever forgot. Nor did it belong to the sort of person he was liable to forget in any hurry.
“You bastard,” he hissed furiously once he could think of words to say. “How the hell are you still alive?”
Richard furrowed his brow. “How do you mean?” He shook his head. “Listen, I’m sorry if I don’t remember you, but my name is Richard Brook.” He paused. “Well, that’s what everyone here calls me. Anyway, I’ve apparently gone and shot myself, and I don’t remember anything about myself. Not even why I did it.” Richard stopped speaking for a minute before ending with: “Do you know? You showed up a lot in my recent calls… I thought you might know.”
“No, not this time.” John consciously lowered his voice so as not to annoy his neighbors, instead channeling his anger into gripping the phone even tighter. “I don’t know how you survived that, but if you’re going to sell me on that ‘Richard Brook’ stuff, you are sorely mistaken. I am not just another one of the teeming masses that you can bend to your will, and I know exactly who you are: the man who murdered my friend.”
It wasn’t until John had finished his rant and taken a deep breath that he realized that there was a possibility that Moriarty could be telling the truth. If he had survived, that gunshot wound would have caused some serious brain damage. Amnesia was not outside the realm of possibility. However, he was too angry to ask for any clarification at the moment, instead waiting to see what the man would say next.
“What… What the hell?! I don’t remember any of that!” His voice rose as he spoke. “Honestly, I don’t… Look, I’m sorry, okay?” If he really had done that, if he really /had/ murdered this person’s best friend, he felt obligated to apologize… That was the least he could do.
After a moment of silence that followed, Richard continued. “I don’t remember. Anything. And /you/ certainly seem to know me. Could you, I dunno… Help me remember?” He said the last few words in a low voice. He hated asking for help like this, but he thought it was necessary.
…Help him remember? Was it really possible that Jim Moriarty, Consulting Criminal, was asking for his help? He had heard him apologize before, insincerely of course, as part of a ruse, but asking for help…?
Maybe he really was telling the truth.
John chuckled wryly and passed his free hand over his eyes. “You really don’t remember, do you?” He didn’t want to help the man who had ruined his life. In fact, he really wanted nothing more than to hang up the phone and forget this ever happened. He was done with Moriarty, with Richard Brook, with all of it, and just wanted to be left alone. Almost against his will, though, he realized that he actually had an obligation to help this man. Slim as it might be, there was actually a chance that - without all the memories and traits that made Moriarty a monster - Richard Brook could become a decent person, and he had an obligation to make sure that the monster never reared its ugly head again.
“‘Course I’ll help,” he said finally, stifling a sigh. “Why don’t you tell me where you are, and I’ll be right over.”
Maybe this does describe me a bit, I dunno… Either way, I don’t think I quite mind being thought of as the steadfast tin soldier. Not the fastest, the tallest, or the strongest, but maybe the most loyal.
(Source: paraph)
professionallythewoman started following you
Oh! Hello, Irene. It’s certainly been a long time, hasn’t it?
iftheresanythingyouneed started following you
Hello, Molly. It’s good to see you!
Good to see you too, John. It’s been a while
Yes, it has, hasn’t it…? So what’ve you been up to? Still working at the morgue, I suppose?
