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ANGST MEME

Sometimes we all want to play some angst and see just how far our characters and and will fall.

- Post your characters, name and series in the subject along with any preferences.
- Go to random.org and roll.
- Play!

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John Watson | BBC Sherlock

[flatmatewatson]

(I got 13 O_o. Go for it or re-roll?)

[bestofabadlot]

def reroll. got a 12, this would be so perfect post reichenbach, are you caught up??

[flatmatewatson]

12 is good! I'm caught up and broken-hearted. Go on!

[bestofabadlot]

ok and absolutely no notifs so....this is gonna be slow

[flatmatewatson]

Watson's been drinking heavily since the accident. Not an accident, no. His best friend threw himself off a building. And he watched it happen. How do you even begin to cope with that?

He doesn't even go out to a bar to drink, he just sits at home in his single flat....he couldn't go back to Baker Street if he tried....and lifts another bottle of whiskey to his lips to swallow it down. Trying to swallow the memories with it.

no worries. Notifs seem to be back now, though. Sorry about the delay ^^

[bestofabadlot]

Lestrade feels guilty.

He knows he should have checked on John earlier, but after Sherlock's 'suicide' (he still can't manage to wrap his mind about it, his detective senses tingling at wide gaping holes in the scenario proposed by Richard Brook) things were difficult for him at the Met. His superiors, who had been all-too-happy to ignore that Sherlock was poking his nose where he shouldn't, for the sake of seeing their ratio of closed cases increase, are suddenly raging at him, and to the press about how stupid and irresponsible he, DI Lestrade, had been. Ungrateful bastards.

After a few days of ringing John insistently, to no avail, Lestrade gets worried enough to free his schedule and drive to where he knows the doctor is living now, knocking at the door.“John?”

[flatmatewatson]

There's no answer. Maybe Watson's hoping Lestrade will just leave. Or he doesn't care that there's someone at the door. He just sits on the bed in the one room flat, bottle in hand.

[bestofabadlot]

Lestarde frowns. There's light bleeding under the door though, so he's fairly sure John's home. The fact that he probably doesn't want to see him hurts more than Greg thought it would. "John Watson. Don't make me get a warrant and bust your flat!" he threatens, knocking harder.

[flatmatewatson]

That's Lestrade's voice alright. Watson really doesn't want to let him in. Doesn't want to let anyone in.

Sigh. "...it's open," he says finally.

[bestofabadlot]

Lestrade feels a bit foolish for not having tried the handle first, but hey. He's a polite man (to a certain extent) and not in the habit of busting people's flats for nothing. He steps in, cautiously. "John?"

[flatmatewatson]

John doesn't even glance over, still staring across at the wall bitterly. "Come to arrest me or something?" Another swig from the bottle.

[bestofabadlot]

Lestrade closes the door behind him, takes in the sight of the wreck that is John Watson, and sighs. "On what charges?" he asks, gently enough. John knows why he's there though so Lestrade doesn't bother explaining, stepping closer worriedly.

[flatmatewatson]

Watson runs a hand over his face with a sigh. "...being a pathetic human being...I don't know, doesn't matter." He really didn't care.

[bestofabadlot]

Lestrade chuckles, sitting on a chair in front of John’s bed. “That’s not a valid reason to press charges, ‘m afraid. Can you imagine? We’d never be done with it. Too many people to arrest.”

[flatmatewatson]

He really doesn't want anyone seeing him like this. Even if Lestrade means well. Watson sloshes the liquid around in the bottle in his hands, watching it with red rimmed eyes. Though whether that's from the alcohol...or something else, it's hard to tell. "Anderson would be out of a job..." he mumbles. Even thinking of Anderson reminded him of Sherlock.

[bestofabadlot]

Lestrade snorts along although he knows he shouldn't mock one of the members of his own department. He's never liked Anderson so much though, and after all that mess, he's seriously considering getting him transferred to another division anyway. “Guess he would. Pity.” He doesn't sound sorry at all, pointing at the bottle in John's hand. “May I have that?”