Title: Grieves
Author
name: DocJorgensen
Category:
Angst, Hurt/Comfort
Characters:
Sherlock Holmes, Dr. John Watson
Ships: none
Rating:
K
Spoilers:
EMPT, if you really look for it. And you believe that Mary dies.
Summary: Holmes
learns of Watson's grief.
DISCLAIMER:
Alas I do not own anything that I play with, rather ACD does, may he
forgive me.
Author Notes:
A Continuation. I really am trying to
do something that doesn't inspire tears in myself and my readers
but as of yet I have not succeeded. Oh Well. Two plotlines twisted
together in this fic and created something which has a common thread
I hope???
Dedication: To Mr. Mathes, for always making me laugh, especially right now, when I feel like #$, and just want a hug.
God
only cries for the living
'Cause it's the living that are left to
carry on
And all the angels up in Heaven
They're not grieving
because they're gone
There's a smile on their faces
'Cause
they're in a better place than they've ever known
God only cries
for the living
'Cause it's the living that are so far from home.
…Diamond Rio, 'God Only Cries'
The night was dark and cold, the storm had yet to finish pouring down upon London, and since his patient was on the East Side, I did not dare to let him go alone. Watson is a disadvantage I would like to keep, I daresay.
The patient was a girl. Young. Six or seven. Her symptoms seemed to resemble scarlet fever but Watson seemed certain it was not. Fortunately Watson is more learned in these matters than I.
He looked saddened as he put away his tools, making periodic glances back towards the happy couple and young child, who were cheery in the thought that it was just a chill.
Even as we left the home of the young girl, Watson's sorrow did not pass, he walked slowly; his black medical bag seemed to weigh heavily upon him.
Mary. Mary had died … and so had his child. A child that would have been six or seven…
My gaze seemed to prompt him to speak and he said;
"For her there is hope, Holmes. But for others, just like her?..." His limp seemed more pronounced as we stepped through the twilight. Mist swept around us and I slowed, so as to make sure to stay with Watson.
"We all of us die, Watson." My words did not seem to comfort him and he seemed to stare through me, as if distracted or recalling. "It only remains that we learn the time and the place."
His blue eyes seemed to be filled with melancholy and with sad remembering, full of pain, I thought. And I reached out one hand to comfort him….but faltered as he said
"So have I learned Holmes, so have I learned."
He limped on, alone… Bowed, but not broken with grief.
"Live free or die, death is not the greatest evil."
…General John Stark, Motto of New Hampshire in the United States
[A/N]: I just realized, in rereading this that I did not do at all what I meant to. I was trying to show Holmes that Watson had grieved for him, but I just made it seem like Watson was grieving the child that he lost. Well, I can try again I suppose. I know. Songfic. But the quote was so perfect and I was, like, why the hell not? Sorry, been a rough day…week…