AN: I said I wouldn't promise anything along the lines of posting regularly and I suppose that a good thing because this? This wasn't planned at all. I have a list somewhere of "L" titles that I planned to use, Lush being one of them, but I never got around to writing them. I haven't posted for August so I started typing in Doc Manager and here you go, 600 something words.

The Lush - Harry Watson
Sherlock Holmes wasn't the only one with a sibling. It was a pity that neither familial relationship held as close as bond as the one sundered so recently.


At first she hadn't even noticed, already too deep in her bottles for it to register that she wasn't the only one emptying them. When she did it was more of a side note that she was running out when she was sure she should have had a few more left. It didn't truly register till she woke up the next evening having slept half the day away after what was sure to have been an interesting evening, if she could only remember it. The remnants of the previous night's activities having been cleared into the bin in the kitchen and a note left in obvious position on the coffee maker for her to see made it clear she hadn't been as alone as she had assumed as was the norm.

With startling clarity the previous evening rushed back to her making her sway as she tried to place the events in order. One aspect stood out clearly to her though and she sat heavily on the lone kitchen chair. Her brother had been there with her last night and instead of chiding her as was the norm he'd sat next to her to match her drink for drink. She blushed as she remembered drunkenly ribbed him about being a lush like her but had settled to drinking quietly when he hadn't risen to her comments. He hadn't really said much at all. They had drunk the contents of her apartment dry, leisurely sipping at their glasses in silence well into the night reaching toward the next morning before he'd finally placed his glass down with a clack on the table that resounded with an air of finality. She'd stared at it somewhat stupidly as he'd taken her own glass away not thinking for once to object as he'd led her to bed, the both of them staggering terribly, propping her on her side and leaving her with a kiss on her brow and a softly slurred 'goodnight, sis' as a parting.

He hadn't said why he'd come and she hadn't thought to question. It registered then that she should have asked. She would have asked if she'd been even vaguely sober but knowing she'd had the next day off she'd hit the bottles hard and fast to enjoy what time she had free from work. Something was obviously wrong and John had come to her and she'd done nothing nothing but sit drunkenly as he followed her example and drowned himself. She'd argued in the past that her drinking was no one's business but her own and having divorced it was even more true but last night it had made her miss the vulnerability in her own brother when he'd sat right beside her. She didn't know what had happened to make him come to her in that state and now was the time to rectify that.

She would call him up and make him sit down and tell her exactly what she'd missed since they'd last talked. After coffee though; she wasn't doing anything without coffee. The note loomed large as she made her way to the machine it was pinned too. The messy handwriting scrawled there said only two words. press button.
She smiled weakly. That prat was always looking out for her even when he obviously needed to be the one looked after. She pressed the button and waited as the coffee brewed. It was a small gesture, one of many he'd made over the years but maybe now she could start to repay him for them. She'd start with sticking to coffee.


AN: So how was it? Good/bad/meh? We don't really get much info on Harry so I just kinda took an idea and ran with it... might have hit a few walls along the way too.

08/31/14