Walking Together Part 12
Title: Walking Together Part 12
Characters: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Mycroft Holmes/Gregory Lestrade
Fandom: Sherlock (BBC)
Rating: T
Word Count: Unknown
Warnings: None
Summary: AU where everyone has one soul mate that they usually meet early in life. Sherlock Holmes never had a soul mate and never wanted one... until he met John Watson.
This was created for a prompt on the Sherlock BBC Kink Meme.
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Sherlock was sitting in his chair by the time John made it back. He looked up calmly and absently flipped a page, eyes flicking over John. "You could've taken the time to get groceries," he remarked. "Turns out it wasn't all that."
John stopped in the doorway and stared at him with narrowed eyes. "I can feel what you're feeling, Sherlock," he reminded tersely.
Damn. Sherlock scowled and closed his book, realizing that his pretence of calm was pointless. His blood was humming with adrenaline. He felt wired from the fight. "Mycroft's men came and collected him," he said, nonchalantly nudging a sword out of sight. John scowled deeper. "I've lost interest in the Jaria Diamond so it's not a big deal."
"Someone tried to attack you, Sherlock, that will always be a big deal," John replied with a shake of his head. He could feel a phantom throbbing in the knuckles of his hand, a pain that wasn't truly his. He crossed the room and took Sherlock's wrist. Sherlock stiffened but allowed him to examine the bruising and small cuts that had opened up on his knuckles. John clicked his tongue and sighed. "Judging by the size of that sword, I suppose I should be glad you're still alive," he commented.
Sherlock looked away. "I was perfectly fine," he said defensively. They hadn't talked about their odd conversation from a few days ago. John didn't seem to want to bring it up, and Sherlock certainly wasn't going to be the one who called attention to it. "You can go back to getting the shopping."
John's eyes softened slightly. "You're such a git," he said, and there was so much affection in his voice that Sherlock stared at him. "Honestly, Sherlock, I wonder about you sometimes."
He wasn't sure how to respond to that, so he settled for saying nothing at all. Sherlock wandered over to the desk as John left and picked up John's laptop. It took him less than a minute to crack the password and he didn't even need to listen to John to do it. The surge of adrenaline buzzing through him died a swift death as he opened up his e-mail and saw what was waiting for him. A cold chill ran up his spine and he read it once, twice, three times, even though he had it memorized the first time.
"Sherlock?" John had felt the change. He could only liken it to a sudden storm during a fine summer day and it was enough to make him backtrack, taking the stairs two at a time. "What's - hey, is that my laptop?"
Sherlock ignored him. His heart was racing. "I need to go to the bank."
Part 13
Characters: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Mycroft Holmes/Gregory Lestrade
Fandom: Sherlock (BBC)
Rating: T
Word Count: Unknown
Warnings: None
Summary: AU where everyone has one soul mate that they usually meet early in life. Sherlock Holmes never had a soul mate and never wanted one... until he met John Watson.
This was created for a prompt on the Sherlock BBC Kink Meme.
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Sherlock was sitting in his chair by the time John made it back. He looked up calmly and absently flipped a page, eyes flicking over John. "You could've taken the time to get groceries," he remarked. "Turns out it wasn't all that."
John stopped in the doorway and stared at him with narrowed eyes. "I can feel what you're feeling, Sherlock," he reminded tersely.
Damn. Sherlock scowled and closed his book, realizing that his pretence of calm was pointless. His blood was humming with adrenaline. He felt wired from the fight. "Mycroft's men came and collected him," he said, nonchalantly nudging a sword out of sight. John scowled deeper. "I've lost interest in the Jaria Diamond so it's not a big deal."
"Someone tried to attack you, Sherlock, that will always be a big deal," John replied with a shake of his head. He could feel a phantom throbbing in the knuckles of his hand, a pain that wasn't truly his. He crossed the room and took Sherlock's wrist. Sherlock stiffened but allowed him to examine the bruising and small cuts that had opened up on his knuckles. John clicked his tongue and sighed. "Judging by the size of that sword, I suppose I should be glad you're still alive," he commented.
Sherlock looked away. "I was perfectly fine," he said defensively. They hadn't talked about their odd conversation from a few days ago. John didn't seem to want to bring it up, and Sherlock certainly wasn't going to be the one who called attention to it. "You can go back to getting the shopping."
John's eyes softened slightly. "You're such a git," he said, and there was so much affection in his voice that Sherlock stared at him. "Honestly, Sherlock, I wonder about you sometimes."
He wasn't sure how to respond to that, so he settled for saying nothing at all. Sherlock wandered over to the desk as John left and picked up John's laptop. It took him less than a minute to crack the password and he didn't even need to listen to John to do it. The surge of adrenaline buzzing through him died a swift death as he opened up his e-mail and saw what was waiting for him. A cold chill ran up his spine and he read it once, twice, three times, even though he had it memorized the first time.
"Sherlock?" John had felt the change. He could only liken it to a sudden storm during a fine summer day and it was enough to make him backtrack, taking the stairs two at a time. "What's - hey, is that my laptop?"
Sherlock ignored him. His heart was racing. "I need to go to the bank."
Part 13