Title: Just
Author name: DocJorgensen
Category: Angst,
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, Dr. John Watson
Ships: None
Rating: K
Spoilers:
Summary: Holmes reflects on Watson's sense of justice.
DISCLAIMER: I own naught, alas. Sir Arthur, forgive my sacrilege in playing with your beloved characters.
Author Notes: This is a direct response to the massacre at Fort Hood, where my sister Julie and her husband are currently serving. I am not even certain it really falls into the angst category either. Also partially inspired by 'Gallipoli' with Mel Gibson, the end of which is heart-breaking and 'The Lost Battalion'.
Dedication: For the soldiers of Fort Hood, who should be safe at home.
"I tremble for my country when I reflect that God is just, and that His justice cannot sleep forever."
…Thomas Jefferson
"Who are you to be judge, court and hangman, Holmes?"
"I know what is right, Watson! I am certain of it!" Surely even as Bohemian as I am, I still know the difference between good and evil.
"Do not dare to play god, Holmes." Watson growled, his anger making his eyes cold, his fingers clenched into fists, so tightly they were turning white.
"And if I will?" I tempted fate.
"I will not suffer any man who dares to play god." His hand went subconsciously to his shoulder and he shifted his weight off of his injured left leg.
"Even you, Holmes." He paused, sighing in weariness and his anger went out of him in a rush. He seemed… tired, old and gray. I was sorry I had tested him so.
"Too many good men have died for men who play at gods." He finished, tucking his revolver away and left me, standing over a helpless man, with a knife at his throat.
My nature had been tempted to kill this man, who had dared to threaten Watson, who had come too close with his threats. But my heart was saddened and troubled and I tarried no longer than to see that Lestrade would take the man in.
I was in troubled contemplation as I went to Baker Street. Who had used Watson as a means to an end? What had he suffered? I fear I shall never know. Yet, I am not sure that I wish to.
But as for me, I will abide by Watson's justice. He is just, this one, who shall never play at gods.
God judgeth the righteous, and God is angry with the wicked every day. If he repent not, he will whet his sword; he hath bent his bow, and made it ready.
--Psalm 7:11,12
