Dr. Capt. Julia H. Watson
By Rurple101

CHAPTER 25: Nasty Return

The party was going on well after Julia's reunion with Abi and Charlotte, still not realising that she was still holding Sherlock's hand. An hour and a half went past and Julia was just finishing her fourth glass of champagne when there was a knock at the door and it opened.

Julia's eyes widened as she whirled round, still a little weak on her heels. Sure enough, in the doorway, was Edward Edgecombe, her ex-husband. Everyone in the room had frozen as Julia put a hand over her mouth in horror; this couldn't be happening.

John spotted Julia's horrified expression and felt somewhat worried. Edward had assured him that Julia would have wanted to see him. Had he been lying?

Finally Julia spoke and due to her drink, her tongue was loosened.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" she hissed, putting her empty glass down.

"Nice to see you too Jewel" Edward muttered, disappointed at the reaction.

Julia rounded on him and charged towards him, pushing him out the room and slamming the door closed behind them. She dragged him down the stairs towards the front door. Edward froze his feet and Julia stumbled.

"Why didn't you see me Jewel?" Edward sighed unhappily, grabbing her arm. "I missed you."

Julia's eyes narrowed "I went into a fucking warzone, what did you expect. Plus, neither of us wanted that marriage, I'm glad it's over!"

Edward cringed in hurt but realised that Julia was a little drunk and might not say it this harshly if sober…or maybe she might. He edged towards her, subconsciously cornering her into the corner. Julia's eyes watered in sadness.

"Leave me alone Edward" she moaned. "I don't want this, I never have."

Edward glowered. "Just because you have commitment issues, that's the only reason your stupid parents thought to cure you!"

SLAP!

Edward had clearly touched a nerve as Julia had delivered a fully ringing slap to his cheek.

"Fuck off Edward, I don't want you here!" she shouted angrily.

Edward's reply was to hastily clasp her hands and a pleading expression came across his face. "What have you told your friends upstairs about me Julia? Do they know who I am?"

"You aren't my husband anymore you jerk, get your filthy hands OFF ME!" she smacked his hands off her. "You can't control me like Dad and that fucking bitch thought you could! I am my own fucking person and no man, no woman; no-fucking-body will control me, because those days are motherfucking OVER!"

Edward paled somewhat but grabbed at her still, his hand accidently colliding with her breasts.

Julia's rage flew off the handle as she wrenched open the front door and literacy kicked him out of the door, slamming it harder than ever closed behind him.

There was thumping on the door "Julia! Let me in this instant!"

Julia opened the mailbox and screamed "Fuck off and leave me alone!" out of the door before storming back up the stairs to the party, fighting the anger that was clawing at her insides.

She was aware that her eyes held fire of anger still, her face red from yelling and throat sore from screaming. She calmed her expression and went back into the living room calmly, not realising that everyone had heard she was yelling, and walked straight past Sherlock, who'd heard every word that had been spoken, having sat on one of the stairs.

Everyone was eyeing her warily.

"Do not let that disgusting man into this house again, am I clear?" she said in a deathly calm voice.

They all nodded slowly at her and she smiled, walking across the room and turning the radio on which someone had switched off.

"Where were we?" she said sweetly.

Three hours later, when everyone had gone, Julia had grabbed Abi and Charlotte's new numbers, hugged a majority of her guests and sang out of tune as she normally did when she was drunk, she collapsed on the sofa.

She went to blink but as her eyes closed, her brain and gaze switched over and she fell straight asleep.

Sherlock came back into the room from changing into his night top, trousers and dressing gown and heard her familiar soft little snores coming from where she lay uncomfortably on the small hard mattress of the sofa.

He approached her and rethought over what she'd said earlier. "I am my own fucking person and no man, no woman; no-fucking-body will control me, because those days are motherfucking OVER!"

She was definitely independent, and she didn't sound like she had commitment issues as the man ('Edward') had spoken of. She was strong, determined but also calm, collected and friendly. Kind and beautiful.

Sherlock's brow furrowed; had he just called his flatmate 'beautiful'?

He looked her over; examining her now chestnut curls, having spotted the photographs in her own room of her hair dyed different colours. Personally he found that the chestnut brown was his favourite shade she'd had.

Her lips were open, breathing in and out of her delicate frame.

Her light and wavy top accentuated her curves on her hips and shoulders, moulding them perfectly. Her skinny jeans, he subconsciously found attractive although never really acknowledged it.

Deciding to sort his thoughts out in the morning he leaned over Julia, his Julie, and lifted her easily in his arms and started walking upstairs to put her to her own bed. By the time he reached the top of the stairs he found the sensation of holding her close to him was oddly pleasant.

Julia shifted; muttering incoherently and her fingers brushed his front, holding onto his lapel of his dressing gown, like a four month year old baby holding onto its mother for security.

Aww, he thought.

What was that, Sherlock Holmes? Did you bloody coo at a simple baby-like gesture?

He shook it off and, one handily lifted the sheets up and placed her neatly in the little almost, womb-like shape of the covers, knowing that she'd be warmer than lying on the sofa so she crooked her neck in the night. He went to her radiator and realised that it was still broken. She'd notified him of this maybe a week previously, but he hadn't been listening.

He looked at her sideboard and sighed at himself when he spotted the box that held the 'engagement ring' he'd given her. The case that Lestrade had asked him to do next involved them going away and pretending to be a married or engaged couple. He felt that it would be convincing to act as a possible victim than go snooping around and standing on people's toes.

What was prompting him to act the part rather than snoop as he usually did?

He looked over at Julia again, sleeping quietly but with an uncomfortable look on her face.

Acting on a wild guess he walked over to her and touched her hand softly. Her face relaxed somewhat but her face contorted again, and mumbled something. He leaned closer-

"Sherrlick…" she mumbled again, closing her fingers around his on her hand and clung to it, giving it a pitiful yank. "Sher—sherry…"

Sherlock was conflicted, should he get in besides her? He normally woke early so he could stay and then remove himself before she noticed. Or should he be his old self and slink off to his own room where he won't sleep at all and feel cold inside whilst up here was warmer, yet not in temperature.

And what was a fuck buddy?

He sighed slowly again and slipped in beside Julia, pulling her towards him and encasing her in his arms, her head drooping onto his chest but not before he saw her face lighten and continued her normal soft snoring.

Sherlock breathed in her honey scent and closed his eyes, revelling in the pleasant feeling of sharing a bed with someone as well as yourself.

But once he closed his eyes, he promptly fell asleep instantly for the first time in years.

Author Notes: yaay, fluffy! :D Please review! Thank you in advance! xx