Here´s my very first attempt in writing . My absolut first one. Using a foreign language for this doesn´t make it much easier : )
But it´s Holmes and Watson who stole my heart away – so this has to be the place where I make my first try.
I own nothing of it and don´t make any profit .
Doyle owns the idea , RD and JL the faces I ´ve in mind .
Not rated . Not really slashy , only when you want to see it in this way .
Please , be gentle with me .
Catch you if you fall
It was November.
The chilly humid air crept into Watson´s skin. And from there on into his soul .
There was no sun in the sky , only grey clouds drifting over the landscape where the graveyard lay where he had buried his dear wife Mary , months ago.
Since tha day she died , Watson was in a dark , forlorn mood . Not able to work , to eat a proper meal or to have a good night´s sleep . He stood on the brink of nothingness , of the attempt to follow her silently when his old companion Sherlock Holmes reappeared from the death .
The day he stood right before him in his rooms at Cavendish Place Watson was not able to react in any way . He did not cry out of joy , nor did he punch him into the nose like he may have done in former day´s .
He only stood there before his once lost friend and felt his knees giving away .
He would ´ve fallen had Holmes not caught him soon enough to bring him gentle to the floor , where the brothers in bond wept all night for the losses their souls had endured .
Now he felt those hands on his shoulders . Wanting him to get up from the ground where the mud had sought his trousers .
" Come on , Watson . Let´s take you home . "
Home was Baker street .
Again .
It was here where he had to be, where he sat by the crumbling fire , smoking his pipe , listening to the sounds of the city outside . And to Holmes violin .
His music had changed since Reichenbach . It was no longer a crazy plucking of disturbing notes , but long melodies of longing and the beauty of life . And often sad , like Watson felt inside .
Nowadays it was often Holmes , who went to bed first . His body was not at it´s best any more since the long fall into the watery abyss . He still had to recover , find his strenght again .
When Watson thought his friend had found sleep he silently slipped into Holmes bedroom , crowling under the covers behind the other man and waited .
Not long did it take before Holmes stirred in his sleep , fighting against a nightmare that occured simply every night .
When the other man began to scream in his sleep Watson caught him in his arms , enveloping him like a blanket , until Holmes woke up disturbed and embarrassed about his unability to control his mind .
They never looked into each others faces when this happened .
Nor did they talk about the fact that they shared the same bed .
They just hold each other , back to front , until Watson said the words .
" Go to sleep again , Holmes . I´ll catch you if you fall . " -
" So will I , Watson . So will I . "
And , with that they went to sleep toghether , so they could find peace against the onslaught of memories which came every night to torture their souls .
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