John/Sherlock

Tuesday

[1:02pm] Hello Doctor Watson.

[1:05pm] Are you going to call me that every time?

[1:06pm] Depends.

[1:06pm] On?

[1:07pm] When you're going to get bored of me.

[1:09pm] I'm never going to get bored of you.

[1:09pm] I'm more worried about when you're going to get bored of me.

[1:10pm] I could never get bored of you John Watson.

[1:10pm] Doctor.

[1:11pm] Doctor John Watson.

[1:14pm] Where are you?

[1:15pm] How do you know I'm not at home?

[1:15pm] Not important.

[1:15pm] I'm walking.

[1:16pm] Where?

[1:16pm] Anywhere.

[1:17pm] Why?

[1:18pm] Why not?

[1:19pm] Reasonable answer.

[1:20pm] I'm trying to clear my head.

[1:20pm] Of?

[1:22pm] Thoughts.

[1:23pm] About?

[1:23pm] About everything.

[1:24pm] Everything except you.

[1:31pm] Put up your coat hood.

[1:32pm] What? Why?

[1:33pm] Trust me.

[1:33pm] Okay.

[1:33pm] It's up.

[1:34pm] Why would I need my coat hood up if it's not raining?

[1:35pm] Oh.

[1:35pm] My.

[1:35pm] God.

[1:36pm] What the hell?

[1:36pm] Bloody hell Sherlock.

[1:37pm] How?

[1:37pm] How what?

[1:38pm] How did you know it was going to rain?

[1:38pm] Didn't you know?

[1:38pm] Know what?

[1:39pm] I'm a genius.

~

Tuesday

[8:27pm] Sherlock?

[8:27pm] Yes?

[8:29pm] Who's the murderer?

[8:30pm] Murder? What murder? Who? When? Where?

[8:31pm] Wow. Sherlock, calm down. Not an actual murder.

[8:31pm] Interesting to see how fast you responded though.

[8:32pm] I feel like that says something about you.

[8:33pm] Anyway, I meant in Cluedo.

[8:33pm] Cluedo?

[8:33pm] Wait, you don't know what Cluedo is?

[8:34pm] Am I supposed to?

[8:34pm] Nice to see you again sass, I missed you.

[8:35pm] Go on then, enlighten me. What is Cluedo.

[8:38pm] Cluedo is a board game. Each player becomes a different character in a murder story and tries to discover which character is the murderer, what the murder weapon was, and in which room in the house the murder took place.

[8:38pm] And I'm stuck.

[8:39pm] That's a kids game?

[8:39pm] Yep.

[8:40pm] Teaching kids about murder?

[8:42pm] Well... I've never really thought of it that way.

[8:43pm] Anyway, I'm playing it with my sister and I can't work out the murderer. I've got the weapon and the room.

[8:45pm] Weapon: The Dagger.

[8:45pm] Room: The Kitchen.

[8:46pm] Cheerful game.

[8:47pm] I thought it'd be right up your alley.

[8:47pm] Perhaps we'll have to play it sometime.

[8:48pm] Perhaps we will.

~

[9:02pm] The murderer was Miss Scarlet.

[9:03pm] If you were wondering.

~

((Trigger Warning))

-Incoming Call-

-John Watson-

"S-Sherlock?"

"John? What's wrong? What is it? What happened? Why are you crying?"

"D-Do you have a c-car?"

"Y-y-yes, why? What's wrong?"

"Can you drive me to the hospital?"

"Of course! What's wrong? What happened? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine... It's my sister."

"Is she okay?"

"Sherlock, calm down. She fainted. Her and mum are on the way to the hospital in the ambulance and I... I need a lift there... And I was wondering if you could..."

"I'll be 5 minutes."

"Thank you."

"It's fine. I still owe you anyway."

"Owe me for what?"

"..."

"Sherlock?"

-Disconnected-

~

John

I paced back and forth around the house waiting for Sherlock. I couldn't help but worry. What if Harry didn't make it? What then?

I glanced over at the medicine cabinet but forced myself to look away. If something did happen to Harry then I'd have to be there for mum. She can't loose her only two kids on the same night.

Sighing, I continued to pace.

Pace... Mace... Lace... Case... Ace... Brace... Space... Chase...

I find that trying not to think about something makes you think about it more. You're thinking about not thinking about something and therefore you are thinking about it. You're automatically thinking about what you're trying not to think about... Reminding yourself not to think about it. It's a very confusing concept. I sometimes wish I could erase some thoughts - filter out the unkind and leave only happy thoughts. I suppose that's what Sherlock does. He told me once that he could organise his thoughts in his 'mind palace'. Perhaps he filters out the unimportant leaving only the necessary information. I wish I could do that. It's amazing.

He's amazing.

"Speak of the devil." I muttered under my breath as I heard a knock at the door. I grabbed my phone, opened the door to Sherlock and followed him down into the cold.

I didn't realise it was quite so late when I had phoned him. It was nearly midnight and the moon had set up its temporary camp in the sky - as it always did. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Sherlock and I said nothing in the car. However, it wasn't an uncomfortable silence. It was as if we both knew exactly what each other wanted to say without them actually saying it. I liked it. It was relaxing.

Sherlock pulled up outside the hospital allowing me to step out. We looked at each other for a while. Eventually, I was the first to break the silence.

"You coming in?"

"You want me to?" He looked genuinely confused.

"Of course." I muttered, just above a whisper. I was surprised he could hear me.

We both ran through the hospital doors and asked for Harriet Watson at the front desk. A nurse led us to the empty waiting room where we then proceeded to sit down. She explained that Harry was asleep but she'd update us when she had news. We nodded.

It was kind of like an out of body experience. I knew what I was saying and doing but it was as if I had no control over it. The world was rushing past me and I had no way of stopping it. I was noticing every tiny detail but remembering none of it.

The waiting room was covered in overly optimistic posters which made me feel slightly sick. How could one of the saddest places in the world still be optimistic?

I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I remembered was being woken up by Sherlock. Opening my eyes sleepily, I realised that I had been resting my head on Sherlock's shoulder. I didn't feel embarrassed about it. I just hoped I wasn't snoring.

"Sorry to wake you," the nurse apologised, "but you can go in and see Harry now, if you'd like? Room 174."

"Thank you."

"Are you her brother?"

I nodded slowly rubbing my eyes with the back of my hand.

"Well, it's nice to see that her brother and boyfriend care about her so much." The nurse began to leave.

"Oh, I'm not her boyfriend." Sherlock explained.

The woman smiled, "I didn't say you were hers."

I was too tired to argue.

I stood up and headed for the door expecting Sherlock to follow. As I reached the door, I turned to see Sherlock still sat on the chair.

"Aren't you coming?" I asked softly.

"You still want me to?"

"Well... Um... Yeah. My sister wants to meet you and..."

"And?"

"I don't think I can do this on my own."

He travelled across the room to where I was stood and muttered, "Okay."

Once we had found room 174, we stopped outside. I placed my hand on the door handle but then froze. I wasn't sure if I was ready to see her. Would I ever be ready to see her?

I squeezed my eyes shut and gripped the handle as if it was the only thing keeping me on this planet. I took a deep breath and opened the door.

Harry lay there on the hospital bed with her eyes on the wall. She was paler than I remembered. There were machines around her, none of which seemed to be doing anything. By the side of her bed, she had the little soldier figurine I had given her when we were younger. I was surprised she'd kept it for all these years.

"How you feeling?" I asked as she noticed us in the door way.

Harry responded with a soft grunt before asking, "Is that Sherlock?"

Sherlock nodded, "In the flesh."

"Nice to finally meet you."

"Pleasures all mine."

It was interesting to see them talking. I felt like I was watching a TV show. I didn't want to intervene.

After a few minutes of small talk, Sherlock suddenly piped up from the corner of the room.

"Do you know what happened, Harriet?"

"Harry." She corrected.

"Sorry. Do you know what happened Harry?"

As Harry shook her head, I rested my hand on hers, "It'll be okay Harry. Don't worry. You're going to be fine. I bet you're going to be out of here by this time tomorrow. Perhaps you just fainted. I mean, these things happen. I'm sure you'll be bette-"

"Harry, have you been eating?" Sherlock interrupted.

"What do you mean? Of course she has!" I argued.

"John."

"No, she is eating! I know she's eating. Why wouldn't she be eating? Of course she's eati-"

"John." It was Harry who interrupted this time. She refused to look at me. It was as if she was embarrassed about something. All the light that had once been in her eyes had vanished.

"Oh god..." I whispered, the information that had been given to me finally falling into place, "Oh my god. No. No, that's not right. You are eating. You must be. You can't... You..."

Sherlock walked over to me and placed his hand on my shoulder, "John, I suggest you sit down."

I obeyed, collapsing onto the chair behind me with my head in my hands.

The conversation played out like a scene from a movie. Every character knew there lines. Every character knew what to do. Every character knew how horrible the storyline was.

Sherlock asked questions whilst Harry reluctantly gave answers. I sat and watched as the truth came pouring out.

~

Wednesday

[4:02am] John?

[4:02am] Yeah?

[4:03am] Your sister is going to be okay.

[4:04am] Are you sure?

[4:04am] Trust me.

[DELETED] I will trust you, Sherlock. I will always trust you.

[DELETED] You've done so much for me.

[DELETED] I really like you, Sherlock.

[DELETED] You really mean so much to me.

[DELETED] I don't know what I'd do without you.

[DELETED] Honestly, Sherlock.

[DELETED] I really like you. I'm only 19 for God's sake but you're just... You're different. I've only met you in person 3 times but you're exactly the same in your texts as you are in real life. Not many people are like that. You're special. I like special.

[DELETED] I like you.

[DELETED] I like you more than I like pizza (and I really like pizza).

[DELETED] I like you as much as I liked Derrick the Hamster.

[DELETED] I miss that little guy...

[DELETED] Anyway...

[DELETED] What I meant to say was...

[4:08am] Thank you.

[4:08am] You're welcome.