Sherlock story
Deleted Memories, Chapter seventeen
Warning: post Reichenbach spoilers. Hope you enjoy
Present day
As John walked back he ran into Donovan. He heaved another sigh intending to go around her. "The day gets better and better," he mumbled to himself.
"He didn't mean it," Donovan said.
"He's under a lot of pressure. The freak must have said something, done something." Donovan alleged as John passed.
"Rubbish," John stopped suddenly.
"But the freak…"
"Why do you call him that, freak I mean, not Sherlock or Holmes?"John felt the anger coming back.
"He doesn't care," Donovan said she looked from the floor, to John, to the floor again.
John stepped closer to her. "Are you so blind so arrogant that you can't see what you're doing. I knew Anderson was an idiot but you, I at least thought your mistakes were misguided but honest ones. Are you that much of a git that you can't admit when you're wrong. That you were wrong about Sherlock! You call him a psychopath. However, a psychopath does not use as much restrain as I've seen him use today, he kept me from striking Anderson. You say he only cares about himself, but he puts his life in danger repeated for others, and does not even want a thank you. Had the thought occurred that a little girl's life is on the line, can you two put jealousy aside for a minute."
"If you or that lover of yours, says anything to offend him again; I swear, I swear you'll have to deal with me."
"Sounds like you're in love." She said quietly all the anger dissipated.
John swallowed hard and surprised himself when he heard himself answer.
"Yes, not in the way you two have so clearly implied. He is my best mate, my echo and other half. I'm pass caring how that sounds, it's the truth."
"He's like a brother to me; a very annoying little brother at times but, a brother none the less, family. He drives me crazy often, but I don't want to live a day without him."
"He doesn't wear his emotions on his sleeve true enough, but he has a heart if you'd bother to look. You will show him respect and you will not ever call him that name again."
John took a breath pinching the bridge of his nose, and then continued. Definitely, a headache he decided.
"Do we understand each other?"
"Perfectly," Donovan whispered
John walked away.
"Tell him I am sorry, would you," Donovan said voice breaking slightly .
Without looking back or slowing, he responded "No. Seems, that's something you need to do."
He would not make it that easy.