Fanfiction: Don't be dead (2/11)
Title: Don't be dead (2/11)
Length: 1135 words
Rating: PG 13
Warnings: none
pairing: mild Sherlock/John, but can be read as friendship
Summary: Post "The Reichenbach Fall". John struggles with his life after Sherlocks 'death' and Sherlock wants his life back. But before they must face a new enemy.
Beta: I can't thank fififolle enough for being my beta!
All chapters: http://anyrei.livejournal.com/tag/don%27t%20be%20dead
Chapter 2: All hearts are broken
When John finally woke up his whole body was aching. He had fallen asleep on the kitchen floor. Mrs. Hudson was standing beside him.
“Oh dear." She shook her head and looked at him pityingly, while she stroked over John's head. John pulled himself together with a groan.
"I must have fallen asleep. I'm sorry. "
Mrs. Hudson smiled encouragingly. "Miss Hooper is at the door. She wants to see you."
"Molly? Yes, okay, "John straightened his clothes and looked with surprise towards the hall, as Molly came up the stairs to John's flat.
"Hello John," she said, smiling shyly.
"Molly. This is a surprise. "
She smirked. "I brought breakfast and wanted to check on you."
"That's ... nice." He pointed to a chair at the table. "I'll make tea."
Molly put the bagels on the plate, which Mrs. Hudson gave to her, before she left the flat smiling.
"Aren't you usually at St. Barts at this time?"
She nodded. "I'm covered. I wanted to see you, as I said. And to tell you something."
John returned to the table with the fresh tea, sat down beside her and looked at her expectantly.
"I know that you are looking for a job at the moment. St. Barts is urgently looking for doctors. Mike approached me yesterday. He thinks it would be good to have you around... in this difficult time."
John looked down at the table. Just to not to have to look at her.
"That's nice of you. But it's only been a week. I don't know ... "
"Maybe the distraction will serve you well. Is being here not a constantly reminder of him?", she asked cautiously.
John angrily slapped his fist on the table, which made Molly wince.
"I'm sorry. I ... " John stood up and walked a few steps through the flat.
"I can't ... I just can't. I don't want to be distracted. I can't."
His voice was broken. John's condition gave Molly a deep wound to the heart. It would be so easy for her to relieve him from this grief. Just telling him that Sherlock was still alive. But she had sworn not to tell John anything,until Sherlock was sure that John was no longer in danger. Molly went up to John and took him in his arms. He let her for a moment, but then withdrew from her frustrated. He held his hands over his face briefly and sighed.
"Thank you, Molly. Really. I think I just need more time."
She nodded. "If you need someone to talk to, I'm here."
John looked at Molly. He'd never really noticed her before. The gray little mouse that was in love with Sherlock, and did everything to get his attention. Sherlock had always just ignored her, but she never gave up. Now that Sherlock was dead, she was dealing with it better than him. For some reason, John felt even more miserable about that. He felt like a widower. Although he had always been so eager that everybody didn't look at him and Sherlock as a couple. He shook his head at that thought.
"Thank you, Molly. Really. "
The rest of the breakfast was spent in silence. Molly felt terrible. One part of her could understand the reasons why Sherlock kept everything secret from John. But she just couldn't watch him suffering so much. She hoped Sherlock would change his mind and quickly find out if they were still in danger. Before she left, she turned to face John again.
"Think about St. Barts again. I don't think it's good for you to stay here all alone. I know you don't want to hear this, but we're worried about you. "
"We?"
Molly flinched and John looked at her, confused.
"Uh, Mike and myself."
"I didn't know that you two are close. "
"We see eachother often in the hospital. And sometimes we have lunch together."
John nodded. Molly smiled in relief. It was true she knew Mike well from the hospital and that they spoke about John, but with 'we' she had meant herself and Sherlock actually. She waved a goodbye - still a bit uncertain - and left the apartment.
John was alone again. Alone with the ghosts of the past.
~~
How is he? SH
The text message popped up on her mobile, the moment she had left the apartment at 221B Baker Street. She shook her head angrily. If he was so concerned, why doesn't he go and see for himself? Of course she knew that Sherlock probably would rather do nothing more than that. But he had no choice. The whole thing with his feigned death would have been completely in vain.
Not good. Signs of depression. I'm worried. MH
Does he take his medication? SH
I don't think so. Isn't there any way ...? MH
No. Have you hidden the microphone? SH
Yes ... MH
Thank you Molly. SH
It wasn't often that Sherlock thanked someone. She has always known how important John was to him. There had probably never been anyone in Sherlock's life who was important to him - except John. Molly wasn't a jealous person. Sherlock had broken her heart a long time ago and every time thereafter. But still, she wished him all the best and that both would realise how important they were to the other soon. She pocketed her mobile with the knowledge that Sherlock wouldn't text her for a while. Then she ran down the street towards the underground station.
Sherlock was sitting with a newspaper covering his face on one of the seats outside the restaurant "The Volunteer" and watched Molly as she walked away. He knew how dangerous it was to be in Baker Street, not far from his home. If John came out and saw him by any chance, everything was in vain. But he just couldn't hold back after he had seen the pictures on the surveillance camera yesterday, which he had placed some time ago in their flat, just in case. A small part of him wished that John would find him here. Sherlock shook off that thought angrily. He tried to suppress his emotions. He couldn't afford these thoughts and concerns about John at the moment. Moriarty's death had caused a great stir. He had to go underground and watch how everything developed. And above all he had to find out who this sniper was, who had been hired to kill his friend John. Although he was obviously called off after Sherlock jumped from the rooftop in front of John, he didn't know if the sniper wouldn't finish the job, when Sherlock attempted to get his life back.
With one last longing look at his home, he left Baker Street.
Length: 1135 words
Rating: PG 13
Warnings: none
pairing: mild Sherlock/John, but can be read as friendship
Summary: Post "The Reichenbach Fall". John struggles with his life after Sherlocks 'death' and Sherlock wants his life back. But before they must face a new enemy.
Beta: I can't thank fififolle enough for being my beta!
All chapters: http://anyrei.livejournal.com/tag/don%27t%20be%20dead
Chapter 2: All hearts are broken
When John finally woke up his whole body was aching. He had fallen asleep on the kitchen floor. Mrs. Hudson was standing beside him.
“Oh dear." She shook her head and looked at him pityingly, while she stroked over John's head. John pulled himself together with a groan.
"I must have fallen asleep. I'm sorry. "
Mrs. Hudson smiled encouragingly. "Miss Hooper is at the door. She wants to see you."
"Molly? Yes, okay, "John straightened his clothes and looked with surprise towards the hall, as Molly came up the stairs to John's flat.
"Hello John," she said, smiling shyly.
"Molly. This is a surprise. "
She smirked. "I brought breakfast and wanted to check on you."
"That's ... nice." He pointed to a chair at the table. "I'll make tea."
Molly put the bagels on the plate, which Mrs. Hudson gave to her, before she left the flat smiling.
"Aren't you usually at St. Barts at this time?"
She nodded. "I'm covered. I wanted to see you, as I said. And to tell you something."
John returned to the table with the fresh tea, sat down beside her and looked at her expectantly.
"I know that you are looking for a job at the moment. St. Barts is urgently looking for doctors. Mike approached me yesterday. He thinks it would be good to have you around... in this difficult time."
John looked down at the table. Just to not to have to look at her.
"That's nice of you. But it's only been a week. I don't know ... "
"Maybe the distraction will serve you well. Is being here not a constantly reminder of him?", she asked cautiously.
John angrily slapped his fist on the table, which made Molly wince.
"I'm sorry. I ... " John stood up and walked a few steps through the flat.
"I can't ... I just can't. I don't want to be distracted. I can't."
His voice was broken. John's condition gave Molly a deep wound to the heart. It would be so easy for her to relieve him from this grief. Just telling him that Sherlock was still alive. But she had sworn not to tell John anything,until Sherlock was sure that John was no longer in danger. Molly went up to John and took him in his arms. He let her for a moment, but then withdrew from her frustrated. He held his hands over his face briefly and sighed.
"Thank you, Molly. Really. I think I just need more time."
She nodded. "If you need someone to talk to, I'm here."
John looked at Molly. He'd never really noticed her before. The gray little mouse that was in love with Sherlock, and did everything to get his attention. Sherlock had always just ignored her, but she never gave up. Now that Sherlock was dead, she was dealing with it better than him. For some reason, John felt even more miserable about that. He felt like a widower. Although he had always been so eager that everybody didn't look at him and Sherlock as a couple. He shook his head at that thought.
"Thank you, Molly. Really. "
The rest of the breakfast was spent in silence. Molly felt terrible. One part of her could understand the reasons why Sherlock kept everything secret from John. But she just couldn't watch him suffering so much. She hoped Sherlock would change his mind and quickly find out if they were still in danger. Before she left, she turned to face John again.
"Think about St. Barts again. I don't think it's good for you to stay here all alone. I know you don't want to hear this, but we're worried about you. "
"We?"
Molly flinched and John looked at her, confused.
"Uh, Mike and myself."
"I didn't know that you two are close. "
"We see eachother often in the hospital. And sometimes we have lunch together."
John nodded. Molly smiled in relief. It was true she knew Mike well from the hospital and that they spoke about John, but with 'we' she had meant herself and Sherlock actually. She waved a goodbye - still a bit uncertain - and left the apartment.
John was alone again. Alone with the ghosts of the past.
~~
How is he? SH
The text message popped up on her mobile, the moment she had left the apartment at 221B Baker Street. She shook her head angrily. If he was so concerned, why doesn't he go and see for himself? Of course she knew that Sherlock probably would rather do nothing more than that. But he had no choice. The whole thing with his feigned death would have been completely in vain.
Not good. Signs of depression. I'm worried. MH
Does he take his medication? SH
I don't think so. Isn't there any way ...? MH
No. Have you hidden the microphone? SH
Yes ... MH
Thank you Molly. SH
It wasn't often that Sherlock thanked someone. She has always known how important John was to him. There had probably never been anyone in Sherlock's life who was important to him - except John. Molly wasn't a jealous person. Sherlock had broken her heart a long time ago and every time thereafter. But still, she wished him all the best and that both would realise how important they were to the other soon. She pocketed her mobile with the knowledge that Sherlock wouldn't text her for a while. Then she ran down the street towards the underground station.
Sherlock was sitting with a newspaper covering his face on one of the seats outside the restaurant "The Volunteer" and watched Molly as she walked away. He knew how dangerous it was to be in Baker Street, not far from his home. If John came out and saw him by any chance, everything was in vain. But he just couldn't hold back after he had seen the pictures on the surveillance camera yesterday, which he had placed some time ago in their flat, just in case. A small part of him wished that John would find him here. Sherlock shook off that thought angrily. He tried to suppress his emotions. He couldn't afford these thoughts and concerns about John at the moment. Moriarty's death had caused a great stir. He had to go underground and watch how everything developed. And above all he had to find out who this sniper was, who had been hired to kill his friend John. Although he was obviously called off after Sherlock jumped from the rooftop in front of John, he didn't know if the sniper wouldn't finish the job, when Sherlock attempted to get his life back.
With one last longing look at his home, he left Baker Street.