Sherlock story
Deleted Memories, Chapter twenty-three
Warning: post Reichenbach spoilers. Hope you enjoy
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Present day
Lestrade looked down, clearly uncomfortable with the sight; he also glanced at Sherlock with concern before looking down again.
John cleared his throat and blinked away tears. Most people including Sherlock himself denied that Sherlock had feelings. Sherlock allowed John to see vulnerabilities that he doubted even Mycroft had seen.
He knew Sherlock had feelings, but he never displayed them in front of other people. John worried that the stress of the case , his injuries, nightmares, couple with the memories; had Sherlock on the edge of some emotional precipice. Thinking that his friend was hurting in any way was making him fight off his own tears.
He looked at Sherlock, wait… John's eyebrows creased while his eyes narrowed.
Did Sherlock just discreetly look at his watch? He looked closer.
Was that his, 'I'm bored but John told me to remember how important timing was face?'
John observed more closely.
Donovan returned now. Sherlock looked relieved but covered it quickly. He said goodbye-giving Mrs. Green one last hug.
Sherlock accepted the napkins Donovan gave him. He gave one to Mrs. Green who wiped at her eyes and blew her nose. He sniffed and wiped his own tears. Sherlock walked toward the door with an expression of sadness but confident determination.
John, eyes narrowing more. He slowly whispered, so quietly that no one heard him, "Son of a …"