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Time Strips the Gears Till You Forget What They Were For

Apr 28, 2012 00:18

Continued from here.

The trip home from New Zealand is simply not as pleasant as one should be. John stares up at the ceiling of the plane, studying the grooves in the walls as they fit together with the rest of the fuselage. Sarah's very quiet beside him, and not the sort of quiet that happens when one is content and sore from too much holiday ( Read more... )

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couldbdangerous April 28 2012, 05:14:08 UTC

Notice? How could Sherlock fail to notice a thing like that? It's not a matter of noticing ( ... )

doctorsoldier April 28 2012, 16:32:27 UTC

So, back to the way it's always been. John actually grins and though it takes a moment to reach his eyes, but the time it does he's laughing full force, hands moving through his hair before he sits down in the chair that has become 'his.' Except when someone visits, and then it's Sherlock's and he gets the coffee table. John tilts his head to the side, against the edge of the chair, and uses the experiment to gloss over the rest. It's easier that way.

"What sort of experiment is it?" So much easier to discuss potential explosions and unsanity conditions where they eat and the like. "Because if I have to find molars in with the spoons again I really might--" Go out and drink. Actually, that sounds like a good idea.

Never mind the poor shaving or the very long flight or the fact that he needs a shower-- No, actually, yes to the shower.

"Give me fifteen minutes and we'll go to the pub. No excuses, Sherlock. Just get a pint with me and you can explain the funny smell."

couldbdangerous April 28 2012, 17:55:31 UTC

"I don't drink," Sherlock reminds John yet again, but he doesn't expect to be heeded this time either. He stands still until he hears the water begin to run before sneaking into his room to plug in for awhile. John's showers aren't normally very long, but every little bit helps. He'll be out and waiting, dressed and ready, by the time that John joins him ( ... )

doctorsoldier April 28 2012, 18:16:59 UTC

"If you were," John replies smoothly, hair a little damp but with enough product in it to look purposefully messy when the London breeze finishes the styling process for him, "I'd not have asked you along, now would I have? No, I'm afraid that we can blame Sarah on this one." John's not dressed to impress. This is not a date and though Sherlock looks, as always, bloody fantastic, John doesn't even try to compete with that. Red shirt with a collar, black jumper and he's perfectly ready for a night at the pub ( ... )

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