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Neither of them had thought twice about it at that time.
How could they? Harry had been working hard to reassemble her life. Cutting back on the alcohol, amending with Clara, with John-- and this is what John needed, one more piece in his life that made sense.
Of course, he was going to go visit her. A surprise, he had said, one that he had made with Clara behind Harry's back. A small celebration, to congratulate her quitting, and for her 42nd birthday.
John had looked at Sherlock, all quiet smiles and hopeful eyes, an invitation on his lips, a hand running through sand locks that had been kept military short--
If only they had known. If only Sherlock had foreseen. But, for god's sake! He wasn't a psychic or gifted with foresight! For all that he tried, he wasn't a god, wasn't a trick, wasn't anything people prayed to for answers. He can only see with what is presented to him in the now. What he had seen had told him that it would safe. Perhaps it had been, at the start. If he had known, Sherlock would have dropped everything: his mobile to prevent reading Lestrade's texts or his own life. Just to keep John safe. Should have stopped him from leaving or accompanied him to Harry's-- but, stupid! Stupid! He is so tightly knitted to the work; Sherlock sometimes had a hard time choosing between John and work and that day had seemed all right to choose the work--
How could he have known?
If only they had known. If only John had thought-- how could he let his guard down? Just because Moriarty had been keeping quiet should not have given them the excuse to-- but he wasn't Sherlock, for god's sake! He was John Watson: soldier, doctor, grocery shopper and constant lecturer on things Good and Bit Not Good; that's what he as. He wasn't amazing or brilliant or thought things as thoroughly. If he had known, he would, what, have forsaken his towel, brought his gun. Would have lingered, fingers curled around a bony shoulder, parted his lips against quiet ones, instead of opting for a quick peck, train schedule be damned. He would have told Sherlock something aside from the usual take care, be nice and eat what's in the microwave.
How could he have known?
How could they? Harry had been working hard to reassemble her life. Cutting back on the alcohol, amending with Clara, with John-- and this is what John needed, one more piece in his life that made sense.
Of course, he was going to go visit her. A surprise, he had said, one that he had made with Clara behind Harry's back. A small celebration, to congratulate her quitting, and for her 42nd birthday.
John had looked at Sherlock, all quiet smiles and hopeful eyes, an invitation on his lips, a hand running through sand locks that had been kept military short--
If only they had known. If only Sherlock had foreseen. But, for god's sake! He wasn't a psychic or gifted with foresight! For all that he tried, he wasn't a god, wasn't a trick, wasn't anything people prayed to for answers. He can only see with what is presented to him in the now. What he had seen had told him that it would safe. Perhaps it had been, at the start. If he had known, Sherlock would have dropped everything: his mobile to prevent reading Lestrade's texts or his own life. Just to keep John safe. Should have stopped him from leaving or accompanied him to Harry's-- but, stupid! Stupid! He is so tightly knitted to the work; Sherlock sometimes had a hard time choosing between John and work and that day had seemed all right to choose the work--
How could he have known?
If only they had known. If only John had thought-- how could he let his guard down? Just because Moriarty had been keeping quiet should not have given them the excuse to-- but he wasn't Sherlock, for god's sake! He was John Watson: soldier, doctor, grocery shopper and constant lecturer on things Good and Bit Not Good; that's what he as. He wasn't amazing or brilliant or thought things as thoroughly. If he had known, he would, what, have forsaken his towel, brought his gun. Would have lingered, fingers curled around a bony shoulder, parted his lips against quiet ones, instead of opting for a quick peck, train schedule be damned. He would have told Sherlock something aside from the usual take care, be nice and eat what's in the microwave.
How could he have known?