The Time Traveler's Wife / Sherlock
Just finished re-watching The Time Traveler's Wife and kept thinking about how it'd make a great thing to fuse with Sherlock. And so naturally my brain wouldn't leave me alone and I wrote a few little things. They probably wont turn into anything bigger but I'm posting them anyway.
John lifted Max out of the bath, droplets of water spattering the tiles.
“Hey, Max, you look sad. Want to tell your Dad what’s bothering you?”
Max looked at the floor and shook his head.
“Daddy told me not to tell you.”
John sighed.
“Sometimes Daddy is wrong. It’s okay to tell me, Max.”
Max looked up at John, a tear sliding down his cheek.
“Daddy’s going to die.”
John stilled.
“Who told you that?”
“Max did. Older me. He told me Daddy was going to die when I was five years old.”
John hugged his son fiercely and buried his face in his son’s shoulder.
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"Sherlock, no, this isn’t fucking fair. I’ve known you since I was seven years old. I didn’t have a choice! You forced your way into my life. We were best friends for fuck’s sake, I wrote about you in my diary."
"John-"
"No. Just. No. I didn’t sign up for this. I love you, God, I love you, but you’re never here. Never in the present. You live your life in the- the past and the future and I just wanted a fucking husband. You were gone on our wedding day of all things."
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“John, I haven’t got long, I’m sorry. I’m about to go, I can feel it.”
John clings onto Sherlock’s jacket, willing him to stay.
“I haven’t seen you in four years, Sherlock. It’s hard to believe you’re really standing in front of me.”
Sherlock wraps his arms around John, drawing him in.
“I just came from 221b. We were happy, we were playing with Max. He was two years old.”
John chokes out a laugh.
“That feels like a lifetime ago. I just wish you could stay, Sherlock. I miss you. Max misses you.”
Sherlock presses a kiss to the top of John’s greying hair.
“Know that I love you.”
Sherlock starts to fade, the sunlight shining in the spaces left behind. John grasps at air.
“I love you, always.”
John lifted Max out of the bath, droplets of water spattering the tiles.
“Hey, Max, you look sad. Want to tell your Dad what’s bothering you?”
Max looked at the floor and shook his head.
“Daddy told me not to tell you.”
John sighed.
“Sometimes Daddy is wrong. It’s okay to tell me, Max.”
Max looked up at John, a tear sliding down his cheek.
“Daddy’s going to die.”
John stilled.
“Who told you that?”
“Max did. Older me. He told me Daddy was going to die when I was five years old.”
John hugged his son fiercely and buried his face in his son’s shoulder.
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"Sherlock, no, this isn’t fucking fair. I’ve known you since I was seven years old. I didn’t have a choice! You forced your way into my life. We were best friends for fuck’s sake, I wrote about you in my diary."
"John-"
"No. Just. No. I didn’t sign up for this. I love you, God, I love you, but you’re never here. Never in the present. You live your life in the- the past and the future and I just wanted a fucking husband. You were gone on our wedding day of all things."
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“John, I haven’t got long, I’m sorry. I’m about to go, I can feel it.”
John clings onto Sherlock’s jacket, willing him to stay.
“I haven’t seen you in four years, Sherlock. It’s hard to believe you’re really standing in front of me.”
Sherlock wraps his arms around John, drawing him in.
“I just came from 221b. We were happy, we were playing with Max. He was two years old.”
John chokes out a laugh.
“That feels like a lifetime ago. I just wish you could stay, Sherlock. I miss you. Max misses you.”
Sherlock presses a kiss to the top of John’s greying hair.
“Know that I love you.”
Sherlock starts to fade, the sunlight shining in the spaces left behind. John grasps at air.
“I love you, always.”