5 Times John saved a Packmate & 1 Time his mate saved him 1/2
anonymous
September 13 2010, 02:17:19 UTC
I Harriet 'Harry' Watson
When Sherlock finally meets Harry, three years, four months and eighteen days after he meets her brother, she laughs at his description of how he'd deduced John's secrets. Then she tells him that he made two mistakes; John didn't distance himself because of the drink or the collapse of Harry's marriage.
"You know he was bitten in Afghanistan, don't you?" Harry demands, cutting Sherlock off before he can point out that he just told her he deduced that the first time they met. "'Course you do. Well, he didn't come back to London at first. Not the city, anyway. He stayed with me."
Harry swigs her club soda like it's something stronger. (It isn't; John's heightened senses are repulsed by the smell of drink and Harry is too invested in rebuilding their relationship to jeopardise her efforts through such an elemental mistake.)
Then she tells him about the guy she'd brought back from the pub one night, the second thoughts and how the guy wouldn't take 'no' for an answer.
"John saved you," Sherlock states flatly.
"Yeah, ripped up his clothes and sent him running." Harry stares into her drink. "I...freaked. I was off my face and I..."
"Made him feel like a monster," Sherlock finishes, mind racing to slot this new information into his picture of John. Harry doesn't throw her drink at him, but she tells him later that it was a near thing.
II D.I. G. Lestrade Lestrade doesn't find out John is a wolf until after a Study in Pink, when he calls around to see if John wants to go for a drink. John looks up at him with longing then down at the ground as he confesses. Lestrade knows John is giving him a chance to back up but John seems a decent bloke and Lestrade puts up with Sherlock for god's sake!
He makes a point of taking John out for a drink at least once a week. John's good company, wicked sense of humour and an excellent listener. The wolf thing doesn't come up again until the Napoleon case, when the suspect turns out to be armed and Lestrade is caught down an alley with a madman.
He will remember later being absolutely certain he was a dead man. He has his hands up to shield his head. He doesn't even see the wolf, just a blur of fur and a snarl then the suspect is down and screaming for help. As soon as he stands up, the wolf disappears, leaving him to handcuff his suddenly pliant suspect and haul him back for processing.
That weekend, Lestrade takes John to the Chelsea match and buys him dinner.
III Molly Hooper
Molly is working the morning shift when Sherlock finishes his latest experiment and all but keels over from exhaustion. John rounds him up with a conspiratorial eye-roll and Molly expects that that's all she's seen of them for the day. Instead John reappears only a few minutes later with a shrug and a rueful smile. "Put him in a taxi and warned Mrs. Hudson to expect him."
He doesn't explain why and Molly can't quite think how to ask. Instead she talks about her latest research as John shadows her around the lab. There are four new bodies and John helps her with the paperwork. He seems distracted and Molly find out why when body bag #3 turns out to contain a vampire rather than a scientific donation. John rips its throat out before Molly can do more than fall over backwards. The vampire explodes into dust and it's over before Molly can really process what's happened.
John stays crouched beside her, letting her press her face into his soft, warm fur until she's stopped shaking enough for him to take her for a cup of tea.
He even helps her clean up after the police have been.
5 Times John saved a Packmate & 1 Time his mate saved him 2/2
anonymous
September 13 2010, 02:19:18 UTC
IV Sergeant Sally Donovan
Sally doesn't call John Watson a freak. Sherlock's eccentricities are fair game but Sally's cousin was in Afghanistan and his mum cried for days after the family was notified that their son had been bitten. Her aunt OD'd three weeks later; took a whole bottle of sleeping pills when Cyril shot himself with a silver bullet and his own service revolver, leaving a note saying that he couldn't go back to his family as a monster.
So Sally keeps an eye on John, makes sure to deflect some of the stupider coppers who think they're big men and has a bottle of peppermint oil handy when Sherlock drags him headlong into a particularly gory crime scene.
When she breaks up with Anderson, it's a cold October night and they're both angry. He says some things that he won't mean in the morning but Sally is already hurting and she can't face him like this. She runs, just puts her head down and runs until she's lost in the chilly fog and the dark.
John finds her before any muggers can, fading out of the mist to pad alongside her, shoulder to hip. He radiates warmth and Sally tangles her fingers in the big ruff of hair along his shoulders and they walk through London together until Sally can't walk any more and John nudges her up some stairs and into a bedroom with a hot water bottle and soft sheets.
He has coffee and muffins waiting the next morning and Sally doesn't even mind how Sherlock bitches about John having her in his bed.
V Mycroft Holmes
Mycroft is horribly put-out when a terrorist cell kidnaps him. They aren't even intelligent enough to have deduced his true role in government; they actually targeted him because they believed he was a minor and potentially expendable functionary.
Regrettably, Mycroft's absence leaves his entire network at a loss. They will organize a rescue eventually of course, but Mycroft is not optimistic about his chances. He allows himself a maudlin moment to wonder if Sherlock will track down his killers.
Then commotion breaks out; a lot of shouting, gunfire in a random and spasmodic manner suggestive of surprise and terror and a low growl that makes Mycroft's hind-brain scrabble for escape.
The bloodied wolf who shreds the door to find him is unfamiliar but the deduction is a simple one and Mycroft tenses. He values John's devotion to Sherlock and the lycanthropy that sustains that loyalty but he is far from confident that John regards him so fondly. John prowls over, still growling a little and Mycroft closes his eyes.
The snap of sharp teeth makes him jump but there is no pain. Mycroft opens one eye and looks down to where his bonds have been neatly bitten through then up at the wolf who is regarding him with bright eyes and a wagging tail.
I Sherlock
John Watson is a good man who came back from war believing himself to be a monster. Sherlock knew that the second they met. He also recognised immediately that John was mistaken. If Sherlock was a good man, he would have convinced John of that evident fact.
Sherlock Holmes is not a good man. He wears down John's defences, pays for the tests that prove John is non-contagious and flirts (clumsily) relentlessly with him. He kisses John that first night, with the taste of the cabbie's blood still on John's tongue and crowds into every inch of his personal space.
Their flat fills with experiments and Sherlock researches Lycanthropy and the habits of the deino lupis obsessively. He gets John drunk eventually, tumbles him into his bed and fucks him. He loves the way John's eyes shine gold, the growling writhing beast John becomes as Sherlock undoes him.
After, lying tangled and sweaty, John whispers against Sherlock's chest and Sherlock is too exhausted to correct him when John says "Thank you for saving me."
Re: 5 Times John saved a Packmate & 1 Time his mate saved him 2/2enderwiggin24September 13 2010, 17:51:48 UTC
this worked astonishingly perfectly well! and cool :D I loved sherlocks characterization here, and how he was between calculating and really needing john!
Re: 5 Times John saved a Packmate & 1 Time his mate saved him 2/2captainswaySeptember 13 2010, 23:44:26 UTC
MORE WEREWOLF!JOHN.
Oh, fuck yes. Thank you so much! :D Those were all awesome; John is so BAMF. I loved the way he helped Molly, that poor girl, and Sally, she can be understanding when she wants to!
Re: 5 Times John saved a Packmate & 1 Time his mate saved him 2/2skadiSeptember 30 2010, 18:59:13 UTC
I want to tell you that I absolutely adore this. I love it when an author takes something that should be entirely ridiculous, but has me nodding and go "
When Sherlock finally meets Harry, three years, four months and eighteen days after he meets her brother, she laughs at his description of how he'd deduced John's secrets. Then she tells him that he made two mistakes; John didn't distance himself because of the drink or the collapse of Harry's marriage.
"You know he was bitten in Afghanistan, don't you?" Harry demands, cutting Sherlock off before he can point out that he just told her he deduced that the first time they met. "'Course you do. Well, he didn't come back to London at first. Not the city, anyway. He stayed with me."
Harry swigs her club soda like it's something stronger. (It isn't; John's heightened senses are repulsed by the smell of drink and Harry is too invested in rebuilding their relationship to jeopardise her efforts through such an elemental mistake.)
Then she tells him about the guy she'd brought back from the pub one night, the second thoughts and how the guy wouldn't take 'no' for an answer.
"John saved you," Sherlock states flatly.
"Yeah, ripped up his clothes and sent him running." Harry stares into her drink. "I...freaked. I was off my face and I..."
"Made him feel like a monster," Sherlock finishes, mind racing to slot this new information into his picture of John. Harry doesn't throw her drink at him, but she tells him later that it was a near thing.
II D.I. G. Lestrade
Lestrade doesn't find out John is a wolf until after a Study in Pink, when he calls around to see if John wants to go for a drink. John looks up at him with longing then down at the ground as he confesses. Lestrade knows John is giving him a chance to back up but John seems a decent bloke and Lestrade puts up with Sherlock for god's sake!
He makes a point of taking John out for a drink at least once a week. John's good company, wicked sense of humour and an excellent listener. The wolf thing doesn't come up again until the Napoleon case, when the suspect turns out to be armed and Lestrade is caught down an alley with a madman.
He will remember later being absolutely certain he was a dead man. He has his hands up to shield his head. He doesn't even see the wolf, just a blur of fur and a snarl then the suspect is down and screaming for help. As soon as he stands up, the wolf disappears, leaving him to handcuff his suddenly pliant suspect and haul him back for processing.
That weekend, Lestrade takes John to the Chelsea match and buys him dinner.
III Molly Hooper
Molly is working the morning shift when Sherlock finishes his latest experiment and all but keels over from exhaustion. John rounds him up with a conspiratorial eye-roll and Molly expects that that's all she's seen of them for the day. Instead John reappears only a few minutes later with a shrug and a rueful smile. "Put him in a taxi and warned Mrs. Hudson to expect him."
He doesn't explain why and Molly can't quite think how to ask. Instead she talks about her latest research as John shadows her around the lab. There are four new bodies and John helps her with the paperwork. He seems distracted and Molly find out why when body bag #3 turns out to contain a vampire rather than a scientific donation. John rips its throat out before Molly can do more than fall over backwards. The vampire explodes into dust and it's over before Molly can really process what's happened.
John stays crouched beside her, letting her press her face into his soft, warm fur until she's stopped shaking enough for him to take her for a cup of tea.
He even helps her clean up after the police have been.
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Sally doesn't call John Watson a freak. Sherlock's eccentricities are fair game but Sally's cousin was in Afghanistan and his mum cried for days after the family was notified that their son had been bitten. Her aunt OD'd three weeks later; took a whole bottle of sleeping pills when Cyril shot himself with a silver bullet and his own service revolver, leaving a note saying that he couldn't go back to his family as a monster.
So Sally keeps an eye on John, makes sure to deflect some of the stupider coppers who think they're big men and has a bottle of peppermint oil handy when Sherlock drags him headlong into a particularly gory crime scene.
When she breaks up with Anderson, it's a cold October night and they're both angry. He says some things that he won't mean in the morning but Sally is already hurting and she can't face him like this. She runs, just puts her head down and runs until she's lost in the chilly fog and the dark.
John finds her before any muggers can, fading out of the mist to pad alongside her, shoulder to hip. He radiates warmth and Sally tangles her fingers in the big ruff of hair along his shoulders and they walk through London together until Sally can't walk any more and John nudges her up some stairs and into a bedroom with a hot water bottle and soft sheets.
He has coffee and muffins waiting the next morning and Sally doesn't even mind how Sherlock bitches about John having her in his bed.
V Mycroft Holmes
Mycroft is horribly put-out when a terrorist cell kidnaps him. They aren't even intelligent enough to have deduced his true role in government; they actually targeted him because they believed he was a minor and potentially expendable functionary.
Regrettably, Mycroft's absence leaves his entire network at a loss. They will organize a rescue eventually of course, but Mycroft is not optimistic about his chances. He allows himself a maudlin moment to wonder if Sherlock will track down his killers.
Then commotion breaks out; a lot of shouting, gunfire in a random and spasmodic manner suggestive of surprise and terror and a low growl that makes Mycroft's hind-brain scrabble for escape.
The bloodied wolf who shreds the door to find him is unfamiliar but the deduction is a simple one and Mycroft tenses. He values John's devotion to Sherlock and the lycanthropy that sustains that loyalty but he is far from confident that John regards him so fondly. John prowls over, still growling a little and Mycroft closes his eyes.
The snap of sharp teeth makes him jump but there is no pain. Mycroft opens one eye and looks down to where his bonds have been neatly bitten through then up at the wolf who is regarding him with bright eyes and a wagging tail.
I Sherlock
John Watson is a good man who came back from war believing himself to be a monster. Sherlock knew that the second they met. He also recognised immediately that John was mistaken. If Sherlock was a good man, he would have convinced John of that evident fact.
Sherlock Holmes is not a good man. He wears down John's defences, pays for the tests that prove John is non-contagious and flirts (clumsily) relentlessly with him. He kisses John that first night, with the taste of the cabbie's blood still on John's tongue and crowds into every inch of his personal space.
Their flat fills with experiments and Sherlock researches Lycanthropy and the habits of the deino lupis obsessively. He gets John drunk eventually, tumbles him into his bed and fucks him. He loves the way John's eyes shine gold, the growling writhing beast John becomes as Sherlock undoes him.
After, lying tangled and sweaty, John whispers against Sherlock's chest and Sherlock is too exhausted to correct him when John says "Thank you for saving me."
John is a good man. Sherlock is not.
It's okay; that's what he has John for.
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and cool :D
I loved sherlocks characterization here, and how he was between calculating and really needing john!
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Oh, fuck yes. Thank you so much! :D Those were all awesome; John is so BAMF. I loved the way he helped Molly, that poor girl, and Sally, she can be understanding when she wants to!
So much <3333
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