FILL: Past and Present (5/5)yalublyutebyaOctober 7 2011, 12:10:02 UTC
At the next crime scene, it was plain to see that the relationship between Sherlock and his flatmate had changed dramatically and Greg let out a sigh of relief, glad that they had finally stopped dancing around each other. They were both practically buoyant with happiness and aglow with the smug satisfaction of the newly-intimate. Greg paused, momentarily delaying his next question for Sherlock when, whilst discussing the body with bowed heads, Sherlock skimmed long, gloved fingers over John’s wrist and they shared a small smile. And he tried very hard not to notice the love bite just visible below John’s collar when he shifted - happy as he was for them, it was not an image he wanted, although his brain couldn’t help noting that some habits (or, predilections) never changed.
In short, they were not overly subtle - despite thinking they were - and the rest of the team soon noticed the looks, the casual touches, the shared smiles. When Sally Donovan threw Greg something like a worried look, Greg shook his head and gave her a pacifying smile. He was honestly fine with this situation and he supposed that was proof enough that the divorce had been the right choice: he and Sherlock had been drifting apart for months before it finally came to the decision, both caught up in their own lives, and even though they still cared for each other, it just hadn’t been the same anymore. Somewhere along the line the Detective Constable who just wanted to make a difference and the genius who was struggling to escape from years of drug addiction had become two very different people; they had matured, found their niches, and had outgrown the passion that had brought them together years before.
Greg didn’t regret a single moment of their time together - Sherlock had pushed him, challenged him, loved him in his own way and made him into the man he was today and looking across the room, he could see the changes he had wrought in return: from the shell of the addict had emerged an extraordinary, brilliant, confident and honourable man. A man Greg was sure would, with even more time, become something more, something great, something legendary. And, undoubtedly, with a certain John Watson at his side - loyal, determined and just as honourable.
At that point in his reverie, he caught Sherlock’s gaze across the room and Sherlock smiled, one of those genuine, soft smiles he only ever doled out sparingly and Greg smiled back, warmed by the echo of a shared past, by affection old and new. Some part of him would always love Sherlock, would always marvel at him and admire him, but this chapter in their history was closed. Sherlock Holmes would be a great man, a good man, but from now on, Greg Lestrade would only watch from the sidelines as a new chapter began.
In short, they were not overly subtle - despite thinking they were - and the rest of the team soon noticed the looks, the casual touches, the shared smiles. When Sally Donovan threw Greg something like a worried look, Greg shook his head and gave her a pacifying smile. He was honestly fine with this situation and he supposed that was proof enough that the divorce had been the right choice: he and Sherlock had been drifting apart for months before it finally came to the decision, both caught up in their own lives, and even though they still cared for each other, it just hadn’t been the same anymore. Somewhere along the line the Detective Constable who just wanted to make a difference and the genius who was struggling to escape from years of drug addiction had become two very different people; they had matured, found their niches, and had outgrown the passion that had brought them together years before.
Greg didn’t regret a single moment of their time together - Sherlock had pushed him, challenged him, loved him in his own way and made him into the man he was today and looking across the room, he could see the changes he had wrought in return: from the shell of the addict had emerged an extraordinary, brilliant, confident and honourable man. A man Greg was sure would, with even more time, become something more, something great, something legendary. And, undoubtedly, with a certain John Watson at his side - loyal, determined and just as honourable.
At that point in his reverie, he caught Sherlock’s gaze across the room and Sherlock smiled, one of those genuine, soft smiles he only ever doled out sparingly and Greg smiled back, warmed by the echo of a shared past, by affection old and new. Some part of him would always love Sherlock, would always marvel at him and admire him, but this chapter in their history was closed. Sherlock Holmes would be a great man, a good man, but from now on, Greg Lestrade would only watch from the sidelines as a new chapter began.
**End**
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OMG I HAD NO IDEA SOMEONE FILLED THIS!
Btw I'm the OP. But WOW! This was amazing! Thank you!
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