First off...spoilers for Season 3. I'm sorry I didn't specify that before. Secondly, these are just snippets that stick in my mind. Just mine. But God bless Moffat and Gatniss for running with those fanfic moments!
Her hand stung, but she swung again. When it ached after the second blow, her fury lashed out with her left palm. Her anger had been building since the moment the doors swung open, Sherlock being shoved through by John, who was already in a state close to rage. The detective was unkept and obviously stoned by his less than stellar banter and glassy eyes. He couldn't haveā¦not again. But she knew, even before the test, and the resentment began to build.
And when she her anger erupted, he stared at her and knew what was coming. He didn't stop her flying hands or try to interrupt. "How dare you throw away the beautiful gifts you were born with! And how dare you betray the love of your friends!" He reached up to touch the last place she had struck him and she was offended that he had even made her do it. "Say you're sorry!"
The lack of decorum in his response was all that she needed to confirm that he understood. But she stressed it again. "Stop it. Just stop it." She left the rest unsaid. Stop hurting yourself because you hurt us. Those shell-shocked people in the room were there for him and he needed to be reminded that he was, in fact, loved.
And some day, he would thank her for this. And she would, as always, forgive him.
