Sherlock story
Deleted Memories, Chapter 114
Warning: post Reichenbach spoilers. Hope you enjoy
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"But ne'er the rose without the thorn." ~Robert Herrick
Present Day
The last five days have been interesting, John thought.
Sherlock was confined to the flat for five days.
By day three, men wept.
By day four, angels joined them.
Day One
It was a day of support for Sherlock and a time of healing for both, Sherlock and John.
There were a lot of talking and emotions flowing on both sides on day one.
Sherlock cooperated and took his pain medication, much to everyone's surprise.
He played his violin.
He retreated to his mind palace.
Sherlock slept a lot, which was unusual for him.
When awake, Sherlock was quiet and reflective.
Day Two
It was a day where Sherlock, despite some protest, slept most of the morning.
This allowed his battered body to heal.
In the afternoon, the dark circles under Sherlock's eyes were improved, and Sherlock announced quietly that he was bored.
Lestrade brought over several cases to keep Sherlock busy, to the gratitude of both John and Mrs. Hudson.
Day Three
Day three started out with promise.
Mycroft was over and Sherlock was calmly discussing his need to, "… breathe fresh air."
Mycroft told Sherlock to be patient.
A discussion went back and forth as the volume of voices; mostly on Sherlock's part, increased.
Soon there were animated expressions and gestures on Sherlock's part, as he paced back and forth in front of a calm Mycroft.
He was ranting about how his mind was going to putrefy. Sherlock added that he needed a challenging case. He then commented on how unimaginative the criminal class had become in England.
Sherlock stopped suddenly, demanding that his brother get him five boxes of nicotine patches.
Now.
John rarely interfered, but reluctantly did so now.
John politely interrupted Sherlock to point out that with his current medications and body recovering; nicotine patches were out the question.
John also politely pointed out that Sherlock had not had a patch in close to four months or a cigarette close to a year and was doing well so should not give up now.
Sherlock became quiet and smiled sweetly while he said something in French.
Whatever was said, caused Mycroft to choke on the tea that he was in the middle of swallowing.
"Sherlock Holmes did you just curse at me; in French, none -the -less?" John invaded Sherlock's personal space irate.
"You're free to make your own deductions, Doctor Watson." Sherlock smiled a little too sweetly.
It deteriorated from there.
John and Sherlock disagreed often but rarely argued.
Soon there were shouts, screams, and animated gestures on both parts.
After about an hour of Mycroft sipping on his tea calmly and observing the two men, Mycroft stood.
Late in the evening at the end of day three, Mycroft left.
He said something to the effect of how, he was not a praying man generally, but would make an exception and say a prayer for John.
Late in the evening at the end of day, three; John told Sherlock absolutely no nicotine patches!
John stormed out of the flat, after telling Sherlock that he would be downstairs at Mrs. Hudson if he needed him.
Late in the evening at the end of day, three; as Sherlock's eyes glared at John's retreating form, his eyes abruptly widened.
A thought suddenly occurred to Sherlock.
Sherlock turned his head and looked toward John's bedroom.
Sherlock smiled.
Day Four
3:05 AM; John woke up to an agitated, fully dress, and not too happy Sherlock. He was playing the violin at three in the morning.
3:10 AM; John asked Sherlock to stop playing.
3:11 AM; Sherlock ignored John.
3:13 AM; John asked more forcefully for Sherlock to stop playing.
3:14 AM; Sherlock ignored John, again.
3:17 AM; John asked Sherlock in an animated way to "Shut the bloody hell up!"
3:18 AM; Sherlock played louder.
3:21 AM; John became still and calmly explained how he would fit Sherlock's violin bow into certain body parts of Sherlock if he did not stop playing.
3:21 AM; Sherlock stopped playing.
3:21 AM; All became peaceful. John returned to bed.
7:16 AM; John came into the kitchen to a calm and smiling Sherlock.
"Thank you Sherlock, is the tea for me?" John walked over to the table and sat down.
"Of course John, just the way you like it." Sherlock said while he sipped on his tea.
The worst is over John thought and sighed contently.
John and Sherlock had a calm morning.
7:21 AM; The phone rang.
John picked it up and spoke to an irate Lestrade.
John glared at Sherlock, "It's for you."
Sherlock ignored the extended phone and looked the other way.
"Sherlock!" John still extended the phone and rubbed the bridge of this nose feeling a headache forming.
"Fine," Sherlock grumbled as he picked up the phone.
"Lestrade…, Oh alright!" Sherlock sighed. Sherlock then walked over to his phone, punched in something and pressed send.
Sherlock walked over to the table and sat down then resumed drinking his tea.
John took another sip of tea, sighed, and then asked Sherlock a question. "Sherlock, it's fantastic that you solved the murder case that Lestrade brought here a few days ago. It was extremely civil minded of you to inform them," John looked at Sherlock now. "But, did you really have to text thirty three people and call them idiots for not coming up with a solution more quickly?"
"Thirty two John, I texted a paragraph to Anderson, One word could not have conveyed his level of incompetence." Sherlock sipped on his tea as he stared out the window.
"Oh," John said.
"It's going to be a beautiful day, Sherlock," John looked out the window.
"Yes, John." Sherlock agreed.
09:34 AM; Sherlock paced back and forth for fifteen minutes with his hands behind his back.
09:45 AM; John asked the question he knew he would regret.
"What's wrong Sherlock?"
Sherlock continued to pace. "I'm bored, John." Sherlock said in a low voice while still pacing. "Bored."
10:46 AM; John listened as Sherlock played the most beautiful music on his violin.
11:59 AM; Sherlock paced the floor. "I'm …. Bored John. I'm bored." Sherlock's voice is raised.
12:57 PM; Sherlock composed music for the violin.
01:18 PM; Mrs. Hudson visited.
01:50 PM; Sherlock played the composed music. John and Mrs. Hudson smiled and listened.
03:07 PM; Sherlock paced with animated body movements.
"I…, AM…, BORED…, Bored… Bored… Bored… Shoot me now…, Bored!" Sherlock screams.
03:09 PM; Mrs. Hudson left.
03:11 PM; John left.
04:40 PM; John ran to the kitchen after hearing an explosion.
Sherlock was found on the floor on his bum with black soot on his face, dress suit and table.
A table that now had a burned, and gashed out area.
John sighed.
He just stared and raised both eyebrows with his hands crossed. Waiting.
Sherlock stared back defiantly.
"It wasn't my fault John, I'm missing some key chemical components. I told Molly to bring them over immediately, but for some reason, she declined." Sherlock gingerly crossed his arms agitated.
"What did you say to her Sherlock?"John asked tiredly.
"I simply pointed out the obvious. She did not have to wait until later since she had no social commitments, and no one notices her. Therefore, no one would even notice her absence if she was to leave now." Sherlock said as a logical fact.
"She used to do whatever I asked her without question. John, do you think she's ill?"
Sherlock frowned and added quietly, "John, I never knew that Molly knew such words."
"I see," John said, "Sherlock did you re-injure yourself?"
"No." Sherlock said pouting.
"Do you need anything for pain?"
"No."
John nodded, "Alright then," John walked to his room.
04:48 PM; John listened as Mrs. Hudson yelled at Sherlock.
05:00 PM; In Mrs. Hudson's flat.
"John, can't we give him… something in his tea to…, calm him?"
"Mrs. Hudson! Shame on you!" John scolded.
05:02 PM John considered it.
05:03 PM John felt guilty for considering it.
05:15 PM Mrs. Hudson felt guilty for considering it.
05:21 PM Gunshots were heard upstairs in 221B.
05:22 PM John panicked, thinking that Sherlock was being attacked. John ran in to see Sherlock giving the smiley face on the wall an eyebrow out of bullets.
05:22 PM John cursed.
05:23 PM Sherlock handed the gun to John.
"When did you get my gun Sherlock?" John asked exasperated.
"Yesterday when you went downstairs after our…, disagreement." Sherlock smirked.
05:25 PM Both men now noticed Mrs. Hudson with a murderous look on her face glaring at Sherlock.
05:26 PM Sherlock stop smirking.
05: 28 PM John called Mycroft. "Hello Mycroft, I need your help…"
05:40 PM Sherlock sat on the sofa with Mrs. Hudson sitting across from him with her arms folded and an angry expression.
John walked up to Sherlock and threw a small package in Sherlock's lap.
"Here Sherlock, your nicotine patches, If you overdose don't come crying to me!" John marched away muttering.
06:00 PM Sherlock quietly sipped tea.
It was actually quite good, Sherlock thought.
He sighed contently.
Sherlock wondered if John was still angry with him.
Sherlock watched John. John muttered something that sounded like, "I'm living with a man-child…" He watched John pass as he was cleaning up the kitchen.
"John," Sherlock called, "You missed a spot."
Sherlock frowned as he wondered why John cursed.
Really, such language was uncalled for; it reminded him of Molly.
"Ummm," Sherlock said as he sipped the tea.
John should really appreciate the things he does more, Sherlock thought.
Sherlock thought about how he had only used two nicotine patches, all because of John. He even had made his own tea, even though he was technically still recovering.
Still, John did look rather angry, Sherlock noticed.
He did not like it when John was angry with him. He did not use to care if anyone was angry with him. That was before John.
With John for some reason, Sherlock admitted, he cared.
Sherlock made up his mind; He would do something nice for John. Something…, Sentimental.
A thought occurred.
John was particularly fond of the tea that he was drinking. He especially likes to drink it after a stressful day.
Sherlock decided that he would remind John to order some more tea since he used the last teabag for his cuppa tea.
Sherlock sighed relieved.
And, to think; John thought that he was socially inept.
Ridiculous, Sherlock thought.