There you go changing my plans again

There you go shifting my sands again

For reasons I don't understand again

Lately I don't have a clue


He eyed me darkly as I eyed the morocco case longingly. I knew he disproved of the habit, but he had no idea what it was like to be trapped in my mind! For that matter, why should he care? It was my body, my mind, my choice. He didn't have to be around if he disliked it so. But something in the way he had settled into his chair told me he didn't plan to leave whatever my choice would be.

His loyalty puzzled me. His fearlessness where his own life was concerned and his deep compassion for others were mysterious. They didn't usually coincide in my line of work. His remarkable set of qualities was rare.

That was all the more reason that I was confused as to why he had continued to leave his lot cast in with me. After our first case together I expected that to be the end of it, but he seemed to hold on all the more. It seemed like he was eager to join in on others, even though more often then not they strained his health and his patience.

I had expected my first black mood to drive him away for good. He was not deterred. I expected him to at least retreat, but instead he seemed to linger all the more in the sitting rooms, waiting until I wore myself down before taking charge.

I sighed, and within a moment I had decided against the morocco case. I instead turned my attention to the evening papers.


Just when I start liking what I see

There you go changing my scenery

I never know where you're taking me

But I'm trying just to follow you


I had just gotten settled comfortably when there was suddenly a loud shout from his bedroom. He came bolting out and threw a telegram in my lap. "Hoorah Watson! A case is afoot! We leave for Reading tonight!"

"We?" I echoed curiously, surprised at not even being asked.

He seemed to slump at what appeared to be a unenthusiastic response. "If you would be so good Watson. I would appreciate some inspiring company that doesn't interfere with other plans…"

I smiled to reassure him, surprised at the show of emotions from him. Usually he seemed indifferent to my presence, but he had lowered the mask long enough to get a glimpse of a different man – someone who actually valued my company.

For that, I was more than willing to be whisked away on another adventure. The thrill of the hunt was tantalizing enough, but the mystery of the detective was even more fascinating.


There you go healing these scars again

Showing me right where you are again

I'm helpless, and that's where I start again

I'm giving it all up to you


He dabbed some strong-smelling disinfectant on my brow and I jerked back and sent him a glare.

"Stop pouting. You're the one that is getting into bar fights." He chided.

"I am fine doctor." I replied, a bit curt in my tone.

"I am not so sure." Watson replied, turning away to set down the cloth he had been dabbing at my injuries with.
"I did what I needed to. I got the information – "

"Information Sherlock? Is that really what this is about?" Watson asked, leaning back on the table behind him. "All of this for a case? All of this trouble for a pittance of what you could make putting your mind to work elsewhere – "

"Like the official force?" I hissed with disgust.

He paused with a sigh, frowning and looking at the floor.

"Doctor, this is my life. This job is my greatest joy and privilege." I told him firmly, leaving no room for doubt. "But I will not be ruled."

"You will be dead if you don't start showing some caution." He replied.

"Doctor – "

"For once in your life, don't argue with me. Next time you plan something so foolhardy then have me along."

I looked up to argue, but he was giving me a look that made me reflect on that plan. "Very well…" I replied, agreeing to his demands.


Move me, make me [Watson]

Choose me, change me [Holmes]

Send me, shake me [Watson]

Find me, remind me [Holmes]

The past is behind me [Watson]

Take it all away [Holmes]

Take it all from me, I pray [Watson]


I strolled out of the flat on his heels as we made our way down Baker Street. Old energies were abounding anew and I felt alive. I looked beside me at my companion and realized the distinct change that had come over us. He had removed all excuses and all possible doubt from my mind by showing me I was needed. For my part, I had taken away the barrier he had put between himself and the rest of the world and entered into his sanctum. I had held on when he tried to loosen my grip and forced him to accept the friendship I wouldn't give up on.

All reason was gone. "When you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be true." Our stubbornness bound us together so tight that we could not shake it.


It's out of my hands

It's out of my reach

It's over my head

And it's out of my league

There's too many things

That I don't understand

So it's into your will

And it's out of my hands

Matthew West "Out of My Hands"