Doctor on Board 14/15
Title: Doctor on Board 14/15
Author: tiwtin
Pairing: John Watson/ Martin Crieff
Fandom: Cabin Pressure x Sherlock
Rating: 13?
Beta: lady_t_220 Thank you!
Disclaimer: Not mine. None of it.
Summary: Written in response this prompt for a Martin/John fic but more so in response to a stunning fill by theimprobable1 which tore out my heart. I started writing a happy-ending John/Martin before she continue on her fic and made it all better for Martin with an OMC (which I adored), but I still needed a happy ending for our Doctor and Pilot.
Warning - Cheese and tooth-aching fluff
Chapter 14 - The beginning of the end
That evening, flush with the five hundred pounds in cash that Mycroft had pulled from his wallet and asked if it was enough (clearly the man had needed a 'man with a van'), they sat in Pizza Express (pizza paid for by Martin), eating dough-balls.
John filled Martin in on more details of Sherlock's brother and made sure that Martin wasn't too freaked out by the whole incident. Honestly though, Martin's interest was centered on a slightly different topic.
"You're middle name's really Hamish?" Martin asked.
John laughed, putting down his glass. "You get kidnapped in a hanger by possibly the head of British Intelligence and the only thing you can ask about is my embarrassing middle name?"
"Well, is is rather bad," Martin said, jokingly, popping the last bit of desert in his mouth.
They were quiet for a few moments while Martin chewed and John drained the last of his drink, watching Martin as he did so.
"You know, I've been meaning to bring this up," John said, suddenly getting serious. It changed Martin's mood from happy to wary again in an instant. "Coming to Fitton so often, well, it's a long way from London, and-"
At the moment Martin's stomach dropped, John's mobile rang. It rang often, a short tone or bleep that John resolutely ignored while they were together, but this was a tone Martin hadn't heard before.
"Excuse me just one moment," John said, answering the call.
Martin watched him listen a moment and then speak. "Is he responsive? No, no, keep him awake and his airways unrestricted. It's imperative you keep him awake. I'll stay on the phone until the ambulance gets there, okay Greg." John began to stand, putting his hand on the receiver for a moment.
"I need to leave, Martin. I'm so sorry, but Sherlock's been knocked unconscious... again. Lestrade is with him, but I'd better get back as soon as possible," John said, pulling the coat from the back of his chair.
"Oh, right," Martin said, thrown. "Want me to run you to the station? I'd have to nip back for the van, but-"
"I'll just grab a taxi, it will be quicker," John said, phone still at his ear. And with a small wave, he turned and left Martin alone at the table.
Martin slumped back in his seat. Well, that was it, then, John had been braking it off with him just when his phone rang. His few months of real happiness were over, Martin thought. He felt sick, and this time it had nothing to do with the amount of Nutella Dough Balls he'd eaten.
As predicted, the excuse was the distance and traveling, but there was no hope of him finding a job in London, he'd already thought of that and looked at the job market there - far to much competition for a pilot who'd failed his test so many times and couldn't produce a single payslip from his current job.
Martin left cash on the table to cover the bill. His instincts told him to stay for the few quid change, but the urge to leave the restaurant before the tears appeared won over.
Chapter 15 - Love and Egg Mayonnaise
Author: tiwtin
Pairing: John Watson/ Martin Crieff
Fandom: Cabin Pressure x Sherlock
Rating: 13?
Beta: lady_t_220 Thank you!
Disclaimer: Not mine. None of it.
Summary: Written in response this prompt for a Martin/John fic but more so in response to a stunning fill by theimprobable1 which tore out my heart. I started writing a happy-ending John/Martin before she continue on her fic and made it all better for Martin with an OMC (which I adored), but I still needed a happy ending for our Doctor and Pilot.
Warning - Cheese and tooth-aching fluff
Chapter 14 - The beginning of the end
That evening, flush with the five hundred pounds in cash that Mycroft had pulled from his wallet and asked if it was enough (clearly the man had needed a 'man with a van'), they sat in Pizza Express (pizza paid for by Martin), eating dough-balls.
John filled Martin in on more details of Sherlock's brother and made sure that Martin wasn't too freaked out by the whole incident. Honestly though, Martin's interest was centered on a slightly different topic.
"You're middle name's really Hamish?" Martin asked.
John laughed, putting down his glass. "You get kidnapped in a hanger by possibly the head of British Intelligence and the only thing you can ask about is my embarrassing middle name?"
"Well, is is rather bad," Martin said, jokingly, popping the last bit of desert in his mouth.
They were quiet for a few moments while Martin chewed and John drained the last of his drink, watching Martin as he did so.
"You know, I've been meaning to bring this up," John said, suddenly getting serious. It changed Martin's mood from happy to wary again in an instant. "Coming to Fitton so often, well, it's a long way from London, and-"
At the moment Martin's stomach dropped, John's mobile rang. It rang often, a short tone or bleep that John resolutely ignored while they were together, but this was a tone Martin hadn't heard before.
"Excuse me just one moment," John said, answering the call.
Martin watched him listen a moment and then speak. "Is he responsive? No, no, keep him awake and his airways unrestricted. It's imperative you keep him awake. I'll stay on the phone until the ambulance gets there, okay Greg." John began to stand, putting his hand on the receiver for a moment.
"I need to leave, Martin. I'm so sorry, but Sherlock's been knocked unconscious... again. Lestrade is with him, but I'd better get back as soon as possible," John said, pulling the coat from the back of his chair.
"Oh, right," Martin said, thrown. "Want me to run you to the station? I'd have to nip back for the van, but-"
"I'll just grab a taxi, it will be quicker," John said, phone still at his ear. And with a small wave, he turned and left Martin alone at the table.
Martin slumped back in his seat. Well, that was it, then, John had been braking it off with him just when his phone rang. His few months of real happiness were over, Martin thought. He felt sick, and this time it had nothing to do with the amount of Nutella Dough Balls he'd eaten.
As predicted, the excuse was the distance and traveling, but there was no hope of him finding a job in London, he'd already thought of that and looked at the job market there - far to much competition for a pilot who'd failed his test so many times and couldn't produce a single payslip from his current job.
Martin left cash on the table to cover the bill. His instincts told him to stay for the few quid change, but the urge to leave the restaurant before the tears appeared won over.
Chapter 15 - Love and Egg Mayonnaise