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ANGST MEME

Sometimes we all want to play some angst and see just how far our characters and and will fall.

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John Watson | BBC Sherlock

[flatmatewatson]

[flatmatewatson]

Watson grips the bottle protectively for a moment. He knew even in this drunken state what Lestrade was trying to do.

But it wasn't like he couldn't take it off of him if he truly wanted to. Watson takes another slow swallow before handing it over.

[bestofabadlot]

Lestrade sighs and waits, not forcing John but accepting the bottle with an approving hum when it is handed, somewhat reluctantly, to him. “Thanks. Would you like eat something? Or a glass of water, maybe?” he tries, knowing it would be best for John to sober up a bit, if only to avoid an atrocious hangover the next day.

[flatmatewatson]

"No." Watson didn't want anything but to drink himself into oblivion at the moment. He hadn't been sober in awhile.

(sorry about the late reply, my computer crashed last week, and I couldn't get one right away)

[bestofabadlot]

Lestrade frowns and takes his most patient 'dad' voice. "Don't make me make you, John. It's that or the drunk tank."

that's fine, notifs have been broken for like two weeks now

[flatmatewatson]

He gets a bitter answer back. "I don't care." He really didn't. Drunk tank or the flat, it didn't matter. Sherlock...Sherlock was gone and he was never coming back.

bad LJ.

[bestofabadlot]

Lestrade sighs. "Well, I do." He rubs his eyes, watching John sadly. "I know it's tough. He was my friend too, you know," he adds, his voice quiet, almost weak.

[flatmatewatson]

Watson manages a bleary glare, despite the alcohol in his system. "No, no you don't. All of you lot," meaning the police department, "you and your so-called police, all you ever did was use him and tell him he wasn't real." Watson was working himself up into quite an angry spiel. "Well now he's dead! Hope you're all happy he said you were right in the end."

He buries his face in his hands, Watson will NEVER believe that Sherlock was a fake. Never.

[bestofabadlot]

Lestrade actually recoils a bit at the uncharacteristic outburst of anger, sighing and rubbing his eyes until he sees bright spots of colour behind his closed eyelids. “Happy?” he repeats slowly, raising his dark eyes to John's. “Do I look happy to you, John?” Lestrade looks like hell. He looks like he hasn't slept for ages (which is very nearly true), like no one has been ironing his clothes for weeks (which is entirely the case) and like he could actually tear up a bit (which he's not going to do, because sober grown men don't cry in public).

“At least you're allowed to mourn. I have to go around all day pretending he wasn't my friend, and comb through all of our cases to see if he could have orchestrated them.” Lestrade never believed that Sherlock was a fake, contrary to what the man himself had seemed to think. “It just doesn't make any sense.”

[flatmatewatson]

Watson on the other hand is as far from sober as he can get. So he's got no shame in crying. However he does get a delayed prick at his conscience for bawling out Lestrade. "...sorry...didn't mean it. That wasn't fair to you."

[bestofabadlot]

“It's all right,” Lestrade replies somewhat briskly, though he easily forgives John. He feels hopeless when he notices that the man is crying now, quietly, painfully. “I...” he would pull John for a hug, but that would be awkward, so he just pats his back a little. “I'm so sorry, John. So sorry.”

[flatmatewatson]

John buries his face in his hands and just lets it all go. Getting drunk didn't help at all, it just delayed the inevitable grieving process.

[bestofabadlot]

Lestrade sighs and pats John's shoulder some more, feeling helpless, swallowing the painful lump in his throat at the sight of John being so broken. “Damn you, Sherlock Holmes,” he grumbles, shakily.

[flatmatewatson]

Watson quivers with almost laughter mixed with sobs under Lestrade's hand. He finally manages to get out, "...don't know....if I wouldn't sock him in the face if I saw him alive right now."

[bestofabadlot]

Lestrade has a sad smile, though he does feel a bit proud to have caused John to laugh a bit, even if it was merely a small, hysterical giggle. “Oh, sock him. Definitely sock him. I'd do it on your behalf, even,” he replies dryly, sighing.

[flatmatewatson]

Even a small smile is more than he's had in weeks. Watson finally lifts his head, his eyes wet. "Know you would. I have...actually." Socked him. "Right in the face. He asked me to though."