Author name: DocJorgensen
Category: Angst,
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, Dr. John Watson
Rating: K
Summary: Holmes, Watson and his drug use.
DISCLAIMER: I own naught, alas.
Author Notes: Enjoy.
"Need"
"Yours is a sound body, Holmes, and sound mind. Where is the man I called 'most masterful'? Where is the will that ensnarled Moriarty? Tell me!" Watson's tongue was sharp and his eyes mounted with high flames. His fists clenched as I watched – one half of myself utterly unassailable, and one half found to be ashamed.
"I have – need, Watson. My mind shudders with my lack of my employment." My plea drew no favorable reaction but rather my companion's mouth drew tight with anger and his cheeks were bedecked with color.
"Do I not have need?" He snarled, his voice hushed and dangerous – the last word rang with the sound of gunshots, feral screams and the iron tang of blood. He stood, chest heaving with the restraint of his passions, the muscles in his face taut with deadly anger. "Do I not have need?" He repeated, voice gravelly, the utterance rang out as hard as steel.
He turned smartly, withdrawing from the room – though the retreat was more mine than his. His anger and his presence had filled the room – and I could taste the kind of man Watson was. To my everlasting chagrin, it was only after the door clicked shut with a sort of finality that I found the strength to murmur lowly;
"…Forgive me, Watson."