John H. Watson, MD

thefantasticten: The ‘Doctor’ meets...

Sun, 29 Apr 2012 15:13:15 -0400

The ‘Doctor’ meets the Doctor.

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I cannot express how I feel about this.

John would be the best companion

no he wouldn’t

…Why not?

Hm, quite a few of you.

Fri, 13 Apr 2012 02:06:52 -0400

thegameisafoot221b:

captaindoctorbloggerfriend:

thegameisafoot221-b:

Wait outside the door until the person in front of you leaves. If you are not here for a case, then do go and find John. I don’t do ‘small talk’.

No, don’t go and find John. John is trying to get ready for work and doesn’t need to wait around entertaining your guests.

You and that ‘job’. This is more important.

It’s more important for me to make small talk with people you don’t like than it is to pay rent? Well, clearly I’ve had my priorities wrong all this time.

Hm, quite a few of you.

Wed, 11 Apr 2012 13:32:27 -0400

thegameisafoot221-b:

Wait outside the door until the person in front of you leaves. If you are not here for a case, then do go and find John. I don’t do ‘small talk’.

No, don’t go and find John. John is trying to get ready for work and doesn’t need to wait around entertaining your guests.

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Sun, 01 Apr 2012 21:07:21 -0400

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still-the-only-one: captaindoctorbloggerfriend: John’s breath caught at the first photo, and he...

Sun, 01 Apr 2012 16:32:27 -0400

still-the-only-one:

captaindoctorbloggerfriend:

John’s breath caught at the first photo, and he ran his thumb across his mother’s cheek. It was several minutes of staring before he realised that there was something else in the box. Very carefully, he placed the photo on the sofa next to him and tore his eyes away to look at the other one. Any restraint he’d had was completely used up when his mother’s photo came out of the box. The second one broke his wall down, and he pushed it aside quickly to throw his arms around Sherlock’s neck.

Sherlock laughed as he was caught off balance by John’s sudden hug. “You like it?!” he asked John’s hair. “I hoped you would” he added in a whisper. He kissed the side of John’s head and smiled. Groveling to Mycroft had been worth it.

John didn’t say a word. He all but clung to Sherlock, because if he sat up right then, it would be far too embarrassing for words. A minute or two passed, and he finally took a shaky breath, his fingers gripping Sherlock’s curls tightly, and muttered, “Thank you, Sherlock.”

still-the-only-one: captaindoctorbloggerfriend: John ran a hand over it, chewing his lip. He knew...

Sun, 01 Apr 2012 16:11:54 -0400

still-the-only-one:

captaindoctorbloggerfriend:

John ran a hand over it, chewing his lip. He knew that a knitted jumper was nothing to sneeze at, as his own mum had made him a few in her time. Reaching down, he pulled off his pyjama shirt and tugged the jumper over his head, pulling it down into place.

“I really do love that woman something fierce,” he said softly, smiling gently at Sherlock as he lifted the box from him onto his lap and gently unwrapped the bow.

Sherlock lipped his licks as John opened up the second box. It probably would’ve worked better if he had separated the two parts of the gift, but he didn’t want to overwhelm John. On the top Sherlock had placed, what he thought was, the more sentimental of the two gifts. He had taken the photo of John’s mother from the photo albums, and had it retouched by a specialist. He placed it in an antique frame.

The second part was another photo

He had early begged Mycroft for it. It came from on the many camera his brother had planted around his home. He had retouched this one and put it in a frame as well.

He held his breathe as John pulled the two framed photos out.

John’s breath caught at the first photo, and he ran his thumb across his mother’s cheek. It was several minutes of staring before he realised that there was something else in the box. Very carefully, he placed the photo on the sofa next to him and tore his eyes away to look at the other one. Any restraint he’d had was completely used up when his mother’s photo came out of the box. The second one broke his wall down, and he pushed it aside quickly to throw his arms around Sherlock’s neck.

still-the-only-one: captaindoctorbloggerfriend: still-the-only-one: Sherlock grinned and with a...

Sun, 01 Apr 2012 15:48:00 -0400

still-the-only-one:

captaindoctorbloggerfriend:

still-the-only-one:

Sherlock grinned and with a childlike expression stood up and went to his room. He decided he didn’t want to wait any longer. He retrieved the packages from their hiding spots and returned to the sitting room. He placed them both on the table with glee. “Happy Birthday.” he said happily and added sheepishly, “Forgive my impatience

John grinned and set his food aside, taking another sip of wine and placing it aside as well.

“Right, okay. Save yours for last, then,” he said, reaching for Mrs. Hudson’s, his cheeks perhaps a bit pinkish. He carefully opened the gift, trying not to laugh at the the fact that Sherlock seemed a bit more excited than he was himself.

Sherlock smiled as John opened up the medium sized bag. Mrs. Hudson had given it to him earlier that day. She had been somewhat embarrassed of it. John opened it all the way and Sherlock burst “She made it herself. I went over there a few times to keep her company.”

John ran a hand over it, chewing his lip. He knew that a knitted jumper was nothing to sneeze at, as his own mum had made him a few in her time. Reaching down, he pulled off his pyjama shirt and tugged the jumper over his head, pulling it down into place.

“I really do love that woman something fierce,” he said softly, smiling gently at Sherlock as he lifted the box from him onto his lap and gently unwrapped the bow.

still-the-only-one: Sherlock grinned and with a childlike expression stood up and went to his room....

Sun, 01 Apr 2012 15:40:33 -0400

still-the-only-one:

Sherlock grinned and with a childlike expression stood up and went to his room. He decided he didn’t want to wait any longer. He retrieved the packages from their hiding spots and returned to the sitting room. He placed them both on the table with glee. “Happy Birthday.” he said happily and added sheepishly, “Forgive my impatience

John grinned and set his food aside, taking another sip of wine and placing it aside as well.

“Right, okay. Save yours for last, then,” he said, reaching for Mrs. Hudson’s, his cheeks perhaps a bit pinkish. He carefully opened the gift, trying not to laugh at the the fact that Sherlock seemed a bit more excited than he was himself.

still-the-only-one: “Gifts, John” Sherlock repeated, “Don’t worry, I...

Sun, 01 Apr 2012 06:59:11 -0400

still-the-only-one:

“Gifts, John” Sherlock repeated, “Don’t worry, I didn’t go through any trouble to get them.” He squeezed John’s hand as he took a sip of wine. The box was in his room, under his bed. He had Mrs. Hudson help him make the bow. She gave Sherlock her gift to give to John, “Mrs. Hudson thought you might like something, but thought she would leave you alone.” That bag was standing in Sherlock’s closet. She had made it herself.

John blinked, rubbing the back of his head with a crooked grin. At least on Christmas he was giving something in return. He felt… spoiled. And strangely, he found he enjoyed it. Nibbling at his chicken, he returned the squeeze to Sherlock’s own hand. “Thank you. And I’ll thank her in the morning, I expect.”

still-the-only-one: John H. Watson, MD: still-the-only-one: Sherlock chuckled as John left to...

Sun, 01 Apr 2012 06:37:39 -0400

still-the-only-one:

John H. Watson, MD: still-the-only-one: Sherlock chuckled as John left to retrieve their…

still-the-only-one:

Sherlock chuckled as John left to retrieve their food. He had a brief moment of regret that he didn’t pay but that moment passed when he realized it was John. John who liked simple over luxury. He poured them each a glass

of wine as John returned with the bag. Eating on…

Sherlock smiled warmly “And I haven’t even given you your gifts yet”. He went back to eating as if he had said nothing, but he had a knowing smirk peeking out from the corner of his mouth.

John blinked and coughed slightly, swallowing hard. “My what?” Sherlock had only been there for two of John’s birthdays since they’d met, one of which he didn’t know about, and the other John spent in New Zealand with Sarah. He supposed it wasn’t fair to assume based on that and the three years’ absence that Sherlock wouldn’t give gifts. After all, he did at Christmas. Still, there rose that awkward feeling in his chest when someone was giving him something and he wasn’t giving anything in return.

still-the-only-one: Sherlock chuckled as John left to retrieve their food. He had a brief moment of...

Sun, 01 Apr 2012 06:22:47 -0400

still-the-only-one:

Sherlock chuckled as John left to retrieve their food. He had a brief moment of regret that he didn’t pay but that moment passed when he realized it was John. John who liked simple over luxury. He poured them each a glass

of wine as John returned with the bag. Eating on the coffee table? Unusual, but he said nothing. He divided up the plates and tucked in.

John stretched his legs out, sipped his wine, and cast a quick glance over at Sherlock.

“Thanks. S’probably a bit silly, but this’s the best birthday I’ve had in years.” He shrugged a bit, picking up his food and glancing up at the telly.

still-the-only-one: “No one… No one wished you a happy birthday? I would have thought...

Sun, 01 Apr 2012 06:14:36 -0400

still-the-only-one:

“No one… No one wished you a happy birthday? I would have thought the doctors at the clinic… Sarah at least. ” Sherlock was glad now that he remembered, even if it was a failure on his part. “You didn’t tell them, did you?” he asked.

“Oh, god. That’s what Sarah was getting at all day. Asking if I had plans. I thought she was trying to… I don’t know, rekindle an old flame or something.” He laughed softly, shaking his head at himself as there came a knock on the door. “I got it.”

He paid the delivery man, took up the bag, and headed back up to spread the food out across the coffee table.

still-the-only-one: John H. Watson, MD: still-the-only-one: “Beef please” he called up to John,...

Sun, 01 Apr 2012 05:53:05 -0400

still-the-only-one:

John H. Watson, MD: still-the-only-one: “Beef please” he called up to John, smiling. He…

still-the-only-one:

“Beef please” he called up to John, smiling. He managed to scrape away the burnt bits of cake to leave that small bit that was still edible. He hoped the gift would make up for what he was forever going to call the failure cake. He went to sit on the sofa and turned on…

“Usually? What’s different this go around?” Sherlock tilted his head down to John. He glanced down at the other man’s shoeless feet and grinned. He didn’t normally go barefoot, but he slipped off his shoes and socks and placed his feet under him as well.

“No idea,” he responded, settling back against the sofa and laying his hand in Sherlock’s lightly. “Might be that Harry’s not here to make jokes. Could be that I just haven’t had to hear people remind me of it all day.”

still-the-only-one: “Beef please” he called up to John, smiling. He managed to scrape...

Sun, 01 Apr 2012 05:42:50 -0400

still-the-only-one:

“Beef please” he called up to John, smiling. He managed to scrape away the burnt bits of cake to leave that small bit that was still edible. He hoped the gift would make up for what he was forever going to call the failure cake. He went to sit on the sofa and turned on the telly. He flipped though the channels until he found something John might like, a comedy programme with a bunch of people who must have been celebrities, though Sherlock had no idea who they were or what they did.

John padded back down the stairs, barefoot, without his phone. He was expecting birthday calls from Harry and his father, and he didn’t want them to interrupt his nice evening. He flopped onto the sofa, pulled his feet up under him, and grinned up at Sherlock.

“I usually hate birthdays. Makes me feel old.” Usually, but not this time.

still-the-only-one: Sherlock chuckled, “11, please” he said. He went to the fridge and...

Sun, 01 Apr 2012 05:18:49 -0400

still-the-only-one:

Sherlock chuckled, “11, please” he said. He went to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of red wine. “Get something with meat, it’ll go well with this” he held up the bottle. He smirked, the night wasn’t a complete loss just yet, or so he hoped.

John ordered the meal, grinning over his shoulder at Sherlock, and made his way up the stairs, still ordering, to change into pyjamas. The best birthday was one enjoyed in front of the telly, barefoot with takeaway and alcohol and Sherlock. This wasn’t a total waste after all.

“Sherlock. Pork or beef?” he called down the stairs.

still-the-only-one: captaindoctorbloggerfriend: still-the-only-one: Sherlock winced as John...

Sun, 01 Apr 2012 03:56:00 -0400

still-the-only-one:

captaindoctorbloggerfriend:

still-the-only-one:

Sherlock winced as John divvied up the cake and took a forkful. He bit his lip as he lifted his fork as well. He shuddered as he swallowed. “Quite”

John swallowed all of his in one go, but didn’t make much of a face. “I’ve had worse, honestly.” He sighed and leaned up to peck Sherlock on the cheek. “You’ve presumably heard the expression ‘It’s the thought that counts,’ right?”

Sherlock grinned and kissed the top of John’s head, “Hearing it and believing in it are two entirely different things John” it was drummed into his head as a child, especially around Christmas and birthdays, when gifts were given to him. “I wanted things to be…nice today”

“Well, things weren’t exactly nice today, but they’re getting better. Coming home to find out that Sherlock Holmes is bad at something is probably the best gift you could’ve given me.” John gave him a quick pat on the back, then grabbed the takeaway menu off the fridge and pulled out his phone. “Right, so having you cook is never going to happen again, as I value my life. Want a number 11 or a number 78?” he asked, holding up the menu.

still-the-only-one: Sherlock winced as John divvied up the cake and took a forkful. He bit his lip...

Sun, 01 Apr 2012 03:30:19 -0400

still-the-only-one:

Sherlock winced as John divvied up the cake and took a forkful. He bit his lip as he lifted his fork as well. He shuddered as he swallowed. “Quite”

John swallowed all of his in one go, but didn’t make much of a face. “I’ve had worse, honestly.” He sighed and leaned up to peck Sherlock on the cheek. “You’ve presumably heard the expression ‘It’s the thought that counts,’ right?”

still-the-only-one: captaindoctorbloggerfriend: still-the-only-one: Sherlock grinned weakly....

Sun, 01 Apr 2012 03:14:03 -0400

still-the-only-one:

captaindoctorbloggerfriend:

still-the-only-one:

Sherlock grinned weakly. “Happy Birthday John. I’m sorry I am such a dunce.” he gestured to the cake.

John tucked his chin down to his chest and the ridiculousness of the whole thing, not to mention how exhausted he was from work, made everything hilarious. He giggled like hell, stepping past Sherlock to grab a knife and cut into the utterly destroyed cake. “Oh, god, you really did a job of it, didn’t you?”

Sherlock sighed. “I followed the recipe exactly, I don’t know what went wrong” he rubbed the back of his head. He shook his head at John, “You don’t have to, please.” He went to take the knife, but that was very John, going to cut the failure cake.

John swatted at the hand, cutting away at the cake until there was a tiny section no bigger than a golf ball of unburnt cake, which was a little more solidly packed than a usual fluffy cake would be, but it was (probably) edible. He cut it in half, plopped half of it onto one plate and the other half onto another.

“A culinary masterpiece,” he said with a smirk. “Thank you, Sherlock.”

still-the-only-one: Sherlock grinned weakly. “Happy Birthday John. I’m sorry I am such...

Sun, 01 Apr 2012 02:48:14 -0400

still-the-only-one:

Sherlock grinned weakly. “Happy Birthday John. I’m sorry I am such a dunce.” he gestured to the cake.

John tucked his chin down to his chest and the ridiculousness of the whole thing, not to mention how exhausted he was from work, made everything hilarious. He giggled like hell, stepping past Sherlock to grab a knife and cut into the utterly destroyed cake. “Oh, god, you really did a job of it, didn’t you?”

still-the-only-one: John H. Watson, MD: Disaster - John...

Sun, 01 Apr 2012 02:27:10 -0400

still-the-only-one:

John H. Watson, MD: Disaster - John Watson

still-the-only-one:

captaindoctorbloggerfriend:

still-the-only-one:

“Shit, shit, shit, goddamn.” Sherlock muttered as he took the cake out of the oven. John would be home any moment and he was going to come home to a terrible burning smell. Sherlock cursed some more as he placed…

Sherlock sighed and moved. Angry voice was better than suspicious voice. “I’m not much of a baker.” he sighed as he uncovered the poor burnt cake remains.

John blinked. He stared at the fallen, burnt cake, saw the egg shells in the bin and the bag of flour. And the package of candles.

“Oh, my god. It’s Saturday. I thought it was Friday. I’ve been signing scripts all day with 30/3/2012.” He ran a hand over his face and laughed quietly. “God, I’m an idiot.”