This is Their World
Chapter 3
Every now and then a small expression of hurt would cross the Doctor's face, maybe even calling it 'longing for something or someone' would be a description, but it faded almost as soon as it appeared. Perhaps it wasn't so much physical, more mental she thought. Perhaps he was reminded of the war because of his injuries. She would find out, she wanted him to happy.
Famished after finishing their morning at the museum, they took look a simple lunch at a small café and decided a promenade at the park on a lovely sunny day would be well spent.
"Doctor," Mary began taking John's hand as they started walking the trail. "I'm having a good time today, being with you at the museum and now. How about you?"
"I had a nice time, enjoyed the museum very much. Suppose we could return and visit more, it is a massive place. It would take many days to see everythings. Would you like it?" John responded with a smile.
"Of course I'd love it, but would you be alright with it. I mean, well you know..?" Mary said hesitantly.
"Why wouldn't I be? You know I'm fond of museums and looking at historical things. What's bothering you?" John questioned as stopped walking and looked at her.
"You, Doctor. You always worry me," said she sealing her words with a quick kiss to his cheek.
John smiled at her touch, "Come now. Don't worry about me. I am a doctor after all. It's my job to worry about people."
Speaking no more on the matter, the couple finished their stroll at their favourite bench overlooking a maze of beautiful flowers. Mary rested her head on John's shoulder napping under the warmth of the sun. Despite the serene surrounding, a heated argument was on the verge of exploding into a full scale war between John's angel and devil.
"A nice quiet and warm place, doesn't that remind you of somewhere similar? Only it isn't quite as warm here as there, what say you to that? A bit cold and dark I would imagine, but then again it's hard to tell anything when one's eyes are glued shut. When was the last time you thought about that kind of news? Hmmm? Am I bearing news too bitter to swallow, so you ignore me constantly?" said the wicked one trying to tempt John's mind into a fury.
"No! Don't think about it. This is why I don't make a habit of conversing with you. You make me think about things I want to forget. Sometimes when I'm tired, you come creeping stealthily then suddenly pouncing on me like a hunter preying on the weak and injured," the angelic side reasoned calmly.
A wicked smile spread across the opposing force saying,"Why not? You know you can never run from this. I enjoy this kind of activity, you amuse me though technically you are me, and I am you. Far too confusing this is. Let's get back to the topic...oh yes...The good part. You stood helplessly as Sherlock, your mate. your best friend. your companion hurl himself to the pavement. You watched, and couldn't do anything could you? Stood frozen there as he smashed his beautiful mind on that black pavement."
"Stop this! I have control over my thoughts. What you say doesn't affect me, no matter how much you try. He's de...dea-...he's gone. He won't be coming back. Never. I know I've accepted that. Time to move on, I have my Mary now. She is my lighthouse during this dark time. I've spared her the details. I love her. She doesn't need to know the past.I don't need you either. Go away!"
"I can't, I'm inside your head. That I have no doubt in, she loves you deeply too. It would be a shame if anything ever happened to her...You know...just a thought...a possibility. By the looks of it even calling out his name, SHERLOCK HOLMES, gets a response, saves me from spinning a tale detailing everything that you and the high-functioning sociopath did...solving crimes...chasing criminals...You know the typical two blokes sharing a flat solving crimes together. Pity. There won't be any more of that going on. Face it. He's gone and it's you're fault! You killed your own best friend. What kind of creature are you?" The devilish side of him did live up to his namesake, no doubt of that.
John was appalled at his own mind reasoning between the Good and Evil, "How can you say that!? I DID NOT kill my best mate. I ran to him as fast as I could. The people around me wouldn't let me near him. I only got a moment to touch his hand,it wasn't even long enough to detect a pulse. I DID NOT...k...kill my best mate! He ...I mean Sherlock..."
Look at you! What a sorry lot you are, getting tongue tied over something that happened while ago. How ever much you deny yourself of it, it doesn't change the facts. He died because of you. You called him a Machine and stormed out of St. Bart's without a second glance at him. Your own best friend."
A small whimper escaped John's lips followed by some choice words muttered under his breath. His Mary woke from the noise and immediately sensed something not right with her Doctor.
"Doctor," Mary kissed his cheek, as she took his hand and massaged it, "What is wrong? Tell me please. I'm rubbish at guessing games."
John sighed,"If you wish, I will. Be warned that it won't be at all pleasant and it is a very very long story."
A-N: Here's the latest chapter of the sequel to "In Whose Eyes?" I hope everyone has enjoyed that story. I had quite a lot of fun writing it. If some lovely person would be so good as to add this story to the four communities my other story was in, I would be immensely happy. I don't know how to do it, hence asking someone else to do it. Thank you so much!