1001 - Might as well bang a few gongs before the lights go out

[hunting_trip]

Originally posted by onlytheblue at It's 2012 you should probably get used to these memes
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John H. Watson | bbc!sherlock | open

[doctorandbloggr]

(ooc; open to do anything)

1? because Zombies are always fun. xD

[propergenius]

[ 221B Bakerstreet might not have been the safest place in all of London, but for the moment, it seemed to be zombie-free. Of course, it was practically a disaster area all in itself. The furniture had been ripped up - the sofa had barely survived - papers were strewn everywhere, Sherlock didn't even want to look at the state of broken glass that littered the floor, recognizable as his lab equipment. The days of conducting experiments and keeping body parts in the fridge were long gone. Hell, they could find body parts strewn across the streets of London, and though he did have the desire to capture a zombie and study it, he did not. They had been on the move, fighting, surviving, searching for survivors, and although the invasion was far from over, and zombies still littered the world... it was good to be home. ]

We should close up the windows and barricade the door before nightfall.

[ But Sherlock simply stood there for a moment, exhausted, his clothing torn and hair a mess. He didn't want to think about how Mrs. Hudson was no

Yes to them being in a relationship and i ship these two so damn hard, it's rediculous~

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He still wasn't mentally over the war sherlock had helped him conquere the first time. And now john was shaking like a leaf, mumbling something like 'i could have saved her'. It was only twelve hours ago and mrs. Hudson turning was the most traumatic experience he has ever undergone. He remembered it well- it was first thing in the morning and john had woken up screaming for sherlock when he couldn't understand why this was happening. Mrs. Hudson was the most adorable frail elder woman he ever came to love and now she was all but gone from their lives.

John doesn't even register what the other suggests because he's too lost in his own mind thinking on the what- if's and should- have- been's. In a choked whisper, watson lets out, "sherlock."

Oh good, we'll get along fine then. xD Sorry for the angsty line >.>

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Mrs. Hudson might as well have been like a mother to Sherlock. His real mother had never really showed all that much affection to him - it wasn't something the Holmes family did. There were very few people he opened touched, or kissed - John was one now, of course, but for a while, before him, it had been Mrs. Hudson. He was not one for sentiment, but she had been like family, closer to him than his brother - not that that was saying much, of course. That morning, waking up to know he had failed Mrs. Hudson, was something he was still trying to delete. It didn't help when John acted this way, but he couldn't be blamed.

Sherlock slipped his hand into John's and squeezed, because it was comforting to know that he was still there, alive, and with him. The day he lost John Watson was the day nothing truly mattered to him anymore. "I know," he whispered, cool eyes straight ahead.

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It was then that john embraced the other, his body still shaking but hopefully by the other holding him close, the shaking might dissapate considerably. "i want to forget everything that happened today. " he knew it was selfish, but he knew that of everything he saw here today.. John honestly didn't think he'd be able to cope ever again. "i miss her too much.." he managed to mumble into the taller man's shirt.

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Sherlock sighed, closing his eyes when he felt John clinging to him like that. He could not let himself become too overwhelmed by emotion. Since the first infection had spread, he had drawn even deeper into himself and tried not to let himself feel. He wanted to be the strong one, for the both of them... but now, here, in a home that didn't quite seem like home without Mrs. Hudson, his mask slipped a little. Sherlock wrapped his long arms tightly around John, fisting his hands into the other's jumper. "We could forget," he murmured into John's hair, "just for a little while..."

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John only found himself asking as soon as he could manage to hear his own voice say, "why did you bring us back here?" for the doctor, bakerstreet was now only a tainted memory. So tainted infact, that john had the sudden urge to flee from this place. Perhaps he should just offer himself up, surrender his sanity and let the zombies devour him- that way he could just speed up his death instead of waiting around like he was their meal. Sherlock must have known returning here wasn't a good idea. "you should not have brought us back."

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Sherlock stiffened slightly in the embrace, pulling away only slightly to look down on John in some confusion. "I thought... this is home, John," he began, searching his eyes. He swallowed hard, trying to pull his composure together once more. "I didn't know... what happened with Mrs. Hudson was unfortunate, but this is a good place to regroup. Surely you understand that I needed the familiarity of our flat to think."

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Oh john got a kick out of that 'familiarty' comment. He chuckled bitterly as he backed away from the other, saying, "familiarity? So we're just thinking about yourself again?" with a shake of the head, john started for the front door but not before saying, "no sherlock, this isn't home anymore. This place haunts me with painful memories and i can't bloody well, b r e a t h e . " half turning the doorknob, john said one last thing, "i feel suffocated in here- you may not give a damn about what it is we'll do next, but i need to get out of here. I can't stay here and i can't believe you'd take mrs. Hudsons death, lightly! She loved us with all her heart and we failed her. It should have been me who got bitten. Not her. Anybody but her."

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Sherlock's look of confusion and fear deepened as John backed away from him and said those things. He felt like his stomach was bottoming out from under him, an he opened his mouth to interrupt, but nothing came out. However, when he started talking about Mrs. Hudson, and how he wished he had been the one bitten, Sherlock couldn't take it any longer. "Oh, I see," he began coolly, his vivid eyes narrowing. "You think I must be a cold machine, right? That I couldn't care less that Mrs. Hudson, a woman who took me in, a woman who treated me like her own son - was bitten and turned into one of these foul creatures? That she couldn't possibly have been something so precious and sacred to me, that the very idea of one of those things sinking their teeth into her doesn't make me want to go into a murderous rage? That the very sight of her like that didn't make me want to kill myself

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It's time for john's eyes to convey the same feelings of confusion and fear this time- he always knew sherlock had a way with words and to tell you the truth, john was feeling even more suffocated when the other started to assault him with those words, proving to him once and for all that sherlock adored the elder lady.

It was exactly this, john didn't really believe that. He had it on good authority that the taller man had lived his life just fine without him. So of course he could do it again. John didn't think he was that important to anyone much. Though, being with sherlock made him think otherwise. Slowly, he removes his grasp from the doorknob and makes his way towards sherlock once more and it takes everything he has to apologize. "sherlock, i- i .. I'm so terribly sorry. I just.. I haven't eaten, i'm dehydrated and altogether tired. I didn't mean to.. To hurt your feelings."

[propergenius]

Sherlock sighs, his shoulders sagging, and he feels completely drained. This wasn't what he wanted to come home to. Not the loss of Mrs. Hudson, and not an argument that nearly drives John away. Meeting John halfway, he slowly cups his hands around the other's cheeks, looking down into his eyes steadily. "I know this hasn't been easy on anyone," he said quietly, "but please, do not doubt my feelings for you. I can't lose you, John." He kissed his forehead tenderly, holding him close for a moment. "We should be able to scrounge up some food in the kitchen. If nothing else, perhaps some canned food. Perhaps even some tea, if we're lucky." He smiles just a bit, but it barely reaches his eyes.

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Noticing how tired the other really was, john kisses sherlock on the lips before saying, "let me fix us something, you go rest." running a hand through the taller mans dark locks, the doctor took his man into his palms and kissed him one last time before disappearing into the kitchen. Fumbling through the cabinets, john found some noodles, lettuce, rice and oh! Earl grey tea. It'll be like old times. Calling out to the other, he said, "does earl grey sound good to you, sherlock?" john rarely indulged himself, but tea was one of his favorites. He honestly didn't know what he'd do without it. Or sherlock. They were both constant in his life.

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Sherlock smiled softly, faintly, at each brief kiss, and the doctor's soothing hands. For the moment, they are safe. Unfortunately, that moment cannot possibly last forever, and they'll have to be on the move again... but not yet. "Earl grey sounds perfect," he returned, moving to the window to glance out through the slightly tattered curtains. For the most part, the street is empty, save just one, lone undead, but he is 'walking' alone, and in the opposite direction. Usually, they seem to hunt in 'packs,' or whatever you would call a group of them. Closing the curtains more thoroughly, Sherlock sighs, then takes a seat on the couch. The cushions protest a bit to his weight, but he finds it to be still relatively comfortable. Stretching out his long legs, he closes his eyes for just a brief moment's rest as he waits for John.

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John smiles lightly to himself because he's glad he did at least something right. Sticking the teabag into their pot of tea, the doctor then turned the stove on so he could cook the noodles and rice. Waiting on the water to boil, john heard a whistle of the kettle and with that being an indication that their tea was done, he lifted it away from the stove, poured its contents into two glasses, put two sugar cubes into each cup, stirred it well with a spoon before then handing sherlock his drink with a small smile. "here's your tea. It's not as good as-" mrs. Hudson's, he was going to say, but he quickly retracted. ".. But i hope it's alright."

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Sherlock smiled faintly, moving his legs back over so he could sit up and take the proffered tea. He snatched up John's other hand so he wouldn't leave yet, then he took a sip of the warm liquid. "It's heavenly," he murmured appreciatively, bringing John's hand up to his lips so he could kiss it gently. "Thank you." It felt almost domestic, being back there with John, even though the place was a mess and their landlady was... no longer with them. He hoped maybe they could enjoy a moment or two of peace, and of each other, forgetting the chaos that surrounded them, if only for a little while.