The Change
You might have noticed I have been AWOL for an era or so, so this is a sort of peace offering to the patient readers that still await the next chapter of Déjà vu, and it's also much more canonical than that as well for those who couldn't be bothered with Déjà vu, (I don't blame you, I rarely read other people's futuristic Holmes fics) and I feel it's a little more mainstream, in a good way.
It's set after EMPT, and it's a series of snapshots of their rebuilding their friendship. Oh yeah, and the chronology of the whole thing is going to be enough to cry over, so don't even try to make sense of it, leave that to me.
I'll stop rambling now. Thanks to KCS and KS for convincing me this was a good idea.
CH1: Caught: Watson's POV
After the Sebastian Moran affair, Holmes and I were very keen to catch up on each other's lives, to try to fill the three-year void which I felt had distanced us. This conversation kept us up nearly all night, and I was not remotely surprised to find myself in my old armchair, having slept sat up and fully clothed (even my shoes). I didn't open my eyes immediately. Part of me was dreading my probable headache. Most of me was dreading waking up in my own office chair and realising that this was a pleasant, yet tormenting, dream.
So I waited. I slowly became aware of my friend. Holmes was sat in the opposite armchair, but his breathing wasn't as heavy as when he slept. From what I remembered, Holmes didn't snore.
Satisfied that this wasn't a dream (I was sure I wouldn't be able to remember if Holmes snored before his reappearance the previous day) I opened my eyes…
And I stared right at Holmes'. To be honest, I was fairly startled. Holmes quickly looked away, and flushed slightly. He was embarrassed. Why?
I wondered this question for a moment, then smiled.
I had caught him looking at me.