Another day
Jan. 26th, 2018 11:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cikavacOne of the questions that John Watson got asked most, from people that knew he served without knowing anything else about him, was 'Do you miss it?'. He had an array of very gentle remarks that brushed the question aside without really answering it- but it came back into his mind again at very strange moments.
Like standing next to a police escort, with his weight off of his bad knee- the upcoming storm had it throbbing as if he'd damaged it all over again- listening to his husband shout his facts at the officer that had requested them.... clearly without truly understanding the requirements that came with that consulting.
The first warning should have been when the man had denied John access. They didn't need his expertise after all. If Lestrade had been there he could have eased the way- or smoothed matters inside. John didn't mistake his own importance- Holmes had been doing this long before him, and could have continued it long without him, if they had never crossed paths. But Lestrade wasn't there, and the pain felt like it was crawling up towards his hip, aching in time with the shouting that was getting... louder.
He slid a casual glance towards the man standing stone-faced next to him, and sighed, shifting his weight. Getting himself arrested trying to interfere would only make matters worse. He fished out his phone with a casual air and shot off a quick text to Lestrade. Holmes would be out of sorts about this all day- which meant he wouldn't have much of a chance to take a lazy day. Nothing bothered Holmes more than a change in their usual schedule, and if this idiot already had him worked up.... well, John wasn't going to make it worse on the man that he loved.
Mentally he planned the rest of his day. Something lighter than usual for lunch- unless Lestrade really dressed this idiot down in front of Holmes he was going to be prickly and overwhelmed. Clean their flat after that and start prep for dinner. If he picked something complicated enough the rest of the day would be spent with the background noise of John Watson doing domestic things. Not too loud- but he'd found it was more reassuring to Holmes than dead silence.
Did he miss it over there? The time in which he'd had no responsibilities had been short- and his daily routine was as structured as it had ever been overseas. And there he didn't have a genius who looked at him as if he was something precious and unique when he had the bills managed and the food stocked perfectly. He didn't have long fingers that slid across his hips bones as if that was their natural resting place. Had never heard the soft affectionate rumble of his voice under the heat of the shower-
It was a pleasant distraction to remind himself of as he settled in for a long day. No- he didn't miss it at all.
Like standing next to a police escort, with his weight off of his bad knee- the upcoming storm had it throbbing as if he'd damaged it all over again- listening to his husband shout his facts at the officer that had requested them.... clearly without truly understanding the requirements that came with that consulting.
The first warning should have been when the man had denied John access. They didn't need his expertise after all. If Lestrade had been there he could have eased the way- or smoothed matters inside. John didn't mistake his own importance- Holmes had been doing this long before him, and could have continued it long without him, if they had never crossed paths. But Lestrade wasn't there, and the pain felt like it was crawling up towards his hip, aching in time with the shouting that was getting... louder.
He slid a casual glance towards the man standing stone-faced next to him, and sighed, shifting his weight. Getting himself arrested trying to interfere would only make matters worse. He fished out his phone with a casual air and shot off a quick text to Lestrade. Holmes would be out of sorts about this all day- which meant he wouldn't have much of a chance to take a lazy day. Nothing bothered Holmes more than a change in their usual schedule, and if this idiot already had him worked up.... well, John wasn't going to make it worse on the man that he loved.
Mentally he planned the rest of his day. Something lighter than usual for lunch- unless Lestrade really dressed this idiot down in front of Holmes he was going to be prickly and overwhelmed. Clean their flat after that and start prep for dinner. If he picked something complicated enough the rest of the day would be spent with the background noise of John Watson doing domestic things. Not too loud- but he'd found it was more reassuring to Holmes than dead silence.
Did he miss it over there? The time in which he'd had no responsibilities had been short- and his daily routine was as structured as it had ever been overseas. And there he didn't have a genius who looked at him as if he was something precious and unique when he had the bills managed and the food stocked perfectly. He didn't have long fingers that slid across his hips bones as if that was their natural resting place. Had never heard the soft affectionate rumble of his voice under the heat of the shower-
It was a pleasant distraction to remind himself of as he settled in for a long day. No- he didn't miss it at all.
