![]() ![]() “Cynical? I have to tell you the same thing I told Stamford-I’m not the John Watson you remember. “No!” Sherlock barked, getting back to his feet. ![]() “That’s exactly what I’ve been saying-so glad to see that we’re finally on the same page now!” Sherlock’s look of disbelief now morphed into a scowl. Testing my limits was always a hobby of yours, remember?” John responded with the coldest look he could muster. And then you can explain to him all about this.” And when I return, you’d better be out of here, or I’ll call Lestrade and report an unwelcome trespasser. “I’m going out I’ll be back in twenty minutes. I’ll be merciful enough to give you time to grab ahold of this novel concept!” The great and brilliant Sherlock Holmes is never used to things not going his way. Sherlock seemed to be in some sort of daze as he sat back down, staring at John… Well, staring through him, it seemed. If he hadn’t, John was certain his voice would’ve broken as much as his heart was breaking. Molly will do anything for you you know that. “Ah, actually, I am.” He pointed to the corridor again. As the detective looked on, John silently opened the door of the flat and gestured to the threshold. Sherlock had opened his mouth to retort, but not a single word formed. “But how is that a surprise-average, ordinary John Watson, being wrong? Because, as we all know, Sherlock Holmes is always right.” “Well, it looks like I was wrong, wasn’t I?” John said, with an offhand shrug. “And you said that friends protect people,” Sherlock countered, standing up to confront John with his full height. If the situation had been completely different, John probably could have appreciated the fact that he had finally succeeded in getting Sherlock Holmes to sit dumbfounded, at a loss for words. “You need an assistant? Go ask Molly she was the one you found trustworthy enough to share your secret! You didn’t need me since… then. “That’s not going to work anymore!” John quipped back. You’ll be luring all sorts of killers and murderers right to me-you saw what happened with Moran!” And I just realized what that means-you’ll be driving me absolutely mad, sending me all over London to pick up information that you’ll later claim was just stating the obvious or completely wrong. And then you decide that you want things to be back to the way they were before. “I’ve finally- finally-found it possible to make peace with everything that’s happened,” John said. Sherlock’s mouth thinned, and John knew that he had to continue. And you are my biggest problem right now-you’ve been for years!” “Denial won’t do either of us any good! You know best that you have to trust what you see! You admitted yourself that you don’t know how ordinary brains work-those belonging to people of average intelligence! We don’t have mind palaces to throw our problems in sometimes, when a problem is too big, it’s too much. “Sherlock, will you listen to yourself?!” John shot back. “That’s exactly what Mycroft thought I refuse to believe that he was right!” This whole thing has been too much for me I’ve had some sort of a psychotic break-” “No, what I mean is… I was… I’m still too furious about everything you put me through, and yet I want to be happy that you’re back. “Obviously,” the detective said, rolling his eyes. “She wasn’t too pleased to be bothered so late, but we talked, and it seems that I… I haven’t taken to your return well.” “Sherlock, I… Well, that is to say… I just had a long phone call with my therapist while I was out there,” John said. ![]() We… we can devise some sort of a solution.” “The important thing is that you’re aware of it now. “I’m sorry I didn’t believe you about the-” Listen, um…” John ran a hand through his hair as he internally steeled himself. The detective’s head turned to face him upon his arrival, and though he gave an initial start, he calmed down after seeing that John was in a normal state-for the moment, anyway. When he did arrive, he found Sherlock sitting on the sofa, an uncharacteristically lost expression in his eyes. John was grateful to find out that Mycroft had arranged for the car to take him back to his flat he wasn’t at all prepared for a long walk back for the sole purpose of throwing Sherlock out after lying to him. Summary: John forces himself to go through with his plan.ĭisclaimer/Claimer: The characters are not mine (except for the OCs) and the story is ![]() Title: I Shall Not Be Thy Refuge Once More, chapter 9: Go Thy Way, And Soon I Shall Go LikewiseĪuthor/Artist: Crystal Rose of Pollux ( rose_of_pollux)Ĭlaim: Sherlock Holmes and John Watson (friendship) ![]()
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