AN:So, I'm doing an 30 Day OTP challenge thingy. This one is Holding Hands. It kind of got out of hand of how I wanted to write this thing, but whatever right? Johnlock(ish)
"John."
I can hear a rustle to my right by the door, grunting I roll to my side, my back facing Sherlock.
"John, get up."
I flop to my back again and sigh.
"Do I have to?"
I could hear Sherlock's soft breathing and the surprising soft fabric of his black coat rub against his trousers.
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I feel the mattress dip from the weight of Sherlock as he settles by my hip.
"Of course you have to. Don't be an idiot. It doesn't suit you."
Your hands are playing with my sheets. I can feel your fingers ghost by my thigh.
"I thought I am always an idiot?"
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I watch as Sherlock stands up and moves away from my bed. I sigh inwards. The heat from Sherlock's body is leaving, the chill air rushing back.
"Shower John, you smell."
"And you smell like fresh roses." I mutter.
I can see Sherlock's forehead crinkle in confusion. The watery light barely shows your face for me to see your eyes though. Shame.
"No I don't. I haven't been any where near flowers of any sort."
"I, uh, no Sherlock... nevermind."
Your mouth turns down, confusion still on your face.
"Take a shower, it's almost 9."
I glance at the red LED blocks on the clock.
8:34.
The post-it note next to it reads "9:30" in your scratchy handwriting.
"John we have to leave soon, you can't be late."
Your voice is muffled by the door and towel that covers my head.
"Okay. I'm almost done."
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"I made tea if you want any."
The cab ride is quiet. I stare at the drops of rain water that slides down the window. I can feel your eye's linger on the back of my head. I don't turn around.
It's still lightly raining. Should have brought an umbrella. Too late now, can't just leave.
Well I could. But I won't.
Oh, someone is talking. I can't hear a word they are saying to me. The person moves on. Sorry, I didn't mean to.
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"At least look like you are paying attention John."
Sherlock, right. He came along. Why did he come? They never got on. The first time they met, plates were thrown at his head and dinner had to be cut short.
Another time I said.
Pay attention,right.
I straighten up, my eyes moving from person to person, never staying on one stop too long.
Some of these people I have never seen. Others it's been years.
God this is painful. I just want to go home.
Sherlock. Let's go home please. I can't stand all of their eyes watching me. It's too much. Sherlock please.
A man's voice is louder now. What is he saying? Is he saying Harriet? I told them it's Harry. I know how much you hate the name Harriet.
Always have.
God Watson, calm down. Don't cry. Not now.
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"Unclench your fist John. People are staring more now."
People. People right. Sorry.
Was that my name? Everybody turns to me.
Oh, right speech. Hold on, sorry.
I can feel Sherlock walking behind me. Thank you.
I clear my throat. Don't look up Watson, just read the paper. You can do this.
"Harry was my older sister. When we were younger we went everywhere together. But then she grow up, became a teenager while I was still a kid. She became too cool for me. I was upset and confused, why didn't she like me any more? Then, I also got older. Made more friends, even a first girlfriend. I forgot all about how Harry and I don't hang out anymore." That got a few chuckles. Okay, carry on Watson. "When I was deployed to Afghanistan, she was there to say good-bye. By this time she was already quite a drinker, but she had Clara and hopeful she would sober up for her. She loved Clara so much." I finally look up and see Clara giving me a watery smile. " I came back and found out Harry was still drinking and Clara and her split up. We didn't talk much anymore, letters stopped by then. The last time I saw her was a few months ago with Sherlock. It didn't end well. Promises of a later date to meet up. She started to clean up by then. Was clean for a month before..." I shut my eyes and clear my throat again.
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"It's okay John." Your voice is barely above a whisper but it seems like you are speaking as if we are the only two there.
Let's go Watson.
"It's ironic how she was clean for the first time in a long time and alcohol is still the cause of death for her. Drunk driver hitting her. I jus-"
Tears start to spill over. My breathing is ragged.
On-
"I have you John, it's okay."
I feel your warm hand slide into mind, holding tight.
"I have you John, I have you."
