Ok... Not too sure about this one. Not sure I like how it turned out. Please do let me know if it's absolute bullshit :)
Two weeks after John tries to kill himself, he moves in with his sister.
He doesn't particularly want to, he doesn't hate it, but he doesn't want to. John Watson can do without a lot of things, and his sister is definitely on the list, somewhere in the middle, next to the spiders.
In some part of his mind, he wonders how Harry even knows, he sure as hell didn't tell her. John eventually decides that it's Mycroft's fault. John is of the general opinion that most things are Mycroft's fault. He has yet to be proved wrong.
John finds adjusting to Harry extremely difficult. He's certain that she finds it extremely difficult as well, but he can't bring himself to care that much. He supposes this should bother him. If there's one thing he's always known, it's that he is a caring man, now he just doesn't give a shit. He waits to feel disturbed by that thought. He waits a rather long time.
He feels hollow when it doesn't come.
Harry tries very hard to look after John. He finds this both touching and very fucking infuriating. As the weeks go on he finds it steadily less touching and much more infuriating. His sister treats him like he's made of glass, in some ways he supposes he is, but he doesn't need to see it every day in her eyes. He doesn't need to feel it every day in the way she touches him. He doesn't need to hear it every day in the words that stay unsaid. In the name he knows she'll never speak. The name he longs to hear, even if it's just from his over-bearing, unreliable, alcoholic sister.
She never does it though, she just stares at him with pity in her eyes. John often finds himself needing to leave the room to punch a wall.
Late at night, John cries, he cries so hard that it hurts his insides. He wraps his arms tightly around himself and hopes he doesn't simply tear apart.
Three months after moving in Harry, John leaves. He stays with a friend from the army- a friend who won't ask questions, a friend who won't make him tea and a friend who doesn't have a clue who the hell Sherlock Holmes was. He reckons this is better than being with Harry.
John Watson is absolutely fine. He gets up in the morning, he goes to work, comes home, makes dinner and watches Corination Street.
And late at night he cries, arms wrapped tight around himself.
Hoping he doesn't tear apart.
Reviews would be lovely :) And if you can't be bothered... Well, that's cool too:) I am more than familiar with that feeling
