A pairing that you hated and ended up loving.
I didn’t hate the pairing initially- I just didn’t see it working between the two of them as anything more than friends, flatmates and the dynamic crime-solving duo. But after rewatching episodes of Sherlock and really thinking about it, I grew to like the idea and it made sense. So whether it’s platonic or romantic, give me all the Sherlock and Watson stuff. :)
On Tuesday, byronic-hero requested a Sherlock fic set around John and Sherlock’s first Christmas after Reichenbach. Being the incredible meany I am, I decided to write two versions: one with Sherlock dead, the other where he’s not.
This, my friends, is the version without Sherlock. The happier version should be up within the next day or so.
John Watson’s routine didn’t change much after Sherlock died, much to the dismay of the few people who knew him well. He still woke at six, took tea at half-seven, read the paper until eight and worked at the clinic until six in the evening when the last nurse on duty went home. He always walked her to her car and then fought the end of the rush-hour crowd on the Tube on his way home. He ate dinner at seven, read or watched television until half-ten and then went to bed. Day in, day out, it rarely changed. The only deviations in that routine were the infrequent dinner dates with Lestrade or Molly and the once-weekly lunches with Mrs. Hudson on Saturdays.
1,200 words and counting.
This year for Christmas I need a new bookshelf. No, wait. Actually, I need my own library. You see, I went to a new/used mystery and sci-fi bookstore today and wound up buying three Doctor Who books, a signed copy of A Death In Vienna by Daniel Silva and two volumes of Sherlock Holmes stories.
(I blame my brother and his wife. The moment he said, “Hey, Amy mentioned something about a used book store” I was in. It also didn’t help when Amy just smiled and handed me a basket. Anyway. I digress.)
I promise I’ve been really good this year, despite what anyone says to the contrary. If I get the library? I can also promise I’ll read even more than I do now.
P.S. - Can I get a really nice desk to go in that library? A big, Victorian-style oak or mahogany one would be perfect.
This one right here:
Sherlock, Mrs. Hudson and John.
They’re a sort of family and the way they look after each other is quite touching. It’s obvious John and Sherlock really care about her and vice versa.
(And it’s also obvious, I imagine, that this was a major cop-out so I didn’t have to try and choose another favorite. :)