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alaylithTitle: The One sitting right next to You
Theme: Watson's Woes July Writing Prompts 2015
Prompt: JWP #27 "Aside from yourself, I have none." Sherlock Holmes is supposed to be the anti-social one with Watson as his only friend. But who are Watson's friends outside of Sherlock Holmes?
Author: Alaylith
Rating: General Audiences
Universe: ACD
Characters: Watson, Holmes, OCs
WordCount: 843
Summary: Watson had several friends and he had Sherlock Holmes.
A/N: written in a rush and it should have been quite short - now it is the longest drabble of all O_O I am not sure if that is a good thing or bad thing...
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John Watson has no friends currently and he considers all friends he had before Afghanistan as lost.
His return was like a rebirth, sadly for the worst and in this new life, Watson has not found any friends yet.
Sherlock Holmes is a peculiar man, Watson thinks, as he sits in his chair and watches Holmes as he whirls through the room, throwing things around.
It is a comfort to have another person around you, no matter how curious the man is and while they are no friends (yet), Watson enjoys Holmes' company.
Watson laughs heartily as Barkson tells his story, both sitting together in their club and sharing a drink. Barkson is a humorous man and never fails to get Watson to laugh.
They meet as often as possible and Watson thinks that Barkson will always have a story to tell and make him laugh.
"Holmes told Inspector Lestrade this and the Inspector looked like he saw a ghost!" Watson laughs and Barkson grins a bit, taking a thoughtful sip of his drink. "What happened after?"
Watson shakes his head a bit, stroking his mustache a bit. "Nothing important, Holmes caught the criminal of course. Now what about you - what happened with the meeting last week?"
Barkson waves the question away. "The meeting went well, nothing special. What was the motive of the criminal?"
Watson hesitates for a moment, but then continues to tell his story, not once thinking about how Barkson did not laugh a single time this evening.
Watson raises his glass to their host and with his other hand takes Mary's into his. The Jacksons are throwing the party this evening, just a dinner for their closest friends from the neighborhood.
Mary is fairly glowing with happiness as she exchanges the latest gossip with Mrs. Lionell and Watson listens interestedly to Harrisson's stories about his time in Egypt.
Because of his work Watson can not often join such gatherings of their friends and so it is always very enjoyable to have the chance to catch up with them. It is also time he can spend with his Mary.
"He would not have sent for me, if it is not important," Watson says to Mary as she helps him into his coat. Just a few minutes earlier an Irregular tracked them down at the Jacksons' and gave him an urgent message from Holmes.
"I know, my dear, it is alright," Mary soothes gently and straightens Watson's collar. "Just be careful and invite Mr. Holmes for dinner some time soon." Watson chuckles a bit and gives Mary a kiss on her cheek.
"Of course, love, now enjoy the evening and do not wait up for me. It could be late." Mary nods with a loving smile and Watson turns around to leave the house of their acquaintance, already wondering into what kind of trouble Holmes got now.
Watson grins triumphly as he wins their round of billiard and Jones grimaces, shaking his head. "How can it be that you almost always manage to win?" Watson chuckles and prepares the table for another round.
"Lady Luck favours me, that is all." "All ladies favour you," Jones grumbles good-naturedly and they continue to play a few rounds, until it is late and Watson gets ready to leave, as he has patients to see in the morning.
"Same time next week?" Jones asks and Watson nods, before saying goodbye.
"Same time next week?" Jones asks and Watson smiles sadly. "No, Jones, I can't. I have to... visit an old friend of mine."
"Oh really? Who is it?" Is the next question, but Watson only shakes his head, says goodbye and leaves. Before he closes the door, he can hear how another man approaches Jones. "Don't you know, it is the anniversary of Holmes' death!"
"Who is Holmes?" is the last Watson can hear, but he ignores the painful twinge in his chest.
There will be enough time for the pain when he visits the gravestone next week.
John Watson met many people in his life, many he called friends and family. They came and went, all for different reasons and in a lot of ways they changed Watson. Sometimes for the better, sometimes for the worse.
But one thing, the most important thing, always stayed the same. "Watson?" A gentle hand lays down on his shoulder and Watson looks up to see Sherlock Holmes standing beside the bench.
"Holmes," Watson greets warmly and Holmes takes a seat on the bench as well, both looking to the ocean they can hear in the distance of Holmes' little cottage. "You looked thoughtful," he comments and Watson chuckles a bit.
"Just thinking about old friends."
"About what exactly?"
Watson shakes his head a bit and comfortably leans back, his shoulder lightly touching Holmes' at his side. "Old friends are not so important like the one sitting right next to you."
Holmes throws him a quick grin and both turn back to the ocean, their silence more comfortable than all the words any friends could ever share.
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Theme: Watson's Woes July Writing Prompts 2015
Prompt: JWP #27 "Aside from yourself, I have none." Sherlock Holmes is supposed to be the anti-social one with Watson as his only friend. But who are Watson's friends outside of Sherlock Holmes?
Author: Alaylith
Rating: General Audiences
Universe: ACD
Characters: Watson, Holmes, OCs
WordCount: 843
Summary: Watson had several friends and he had Sherlock Holmes.
A/N: written in a rush and it should have been quite short - now it is the longest drabble of all O_O I am not sure if that is a good thing or bad thing...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
John Watson has no friends currently and he considers all friends he had before Afghanistan as lost.
His return was like a rebirth, sadly for the worst and in this new life, Watson has not found any friends yet.
Sherlock Holmes is a peculiar man, Watson thinks, as he sits in his chair and watches Holmes as he whirls through the room, throwing things around.
It is a comfort to have another person around you, no matter how curious the man is and while they are no friends (yet), Watson enjoys Holmes' company.
Watson laughs heartily as Barkson tells his story, both sitting together in their club and sharing a drink. Barkson is a humorous man and never fails to get Watson to laugh.
They meet as often as possible and Watson thinks that Barkson will always have a story to tell and make him laugh.
"Holmes told Inspector Lestrade this and the Inspector looked like he saw a ghost!" Watson laughs and Barkson grins a bit, taking a thoughtful sip of his drink. "What happened after?"
Watson shakes his head a bit, stroking his mustache a bit. "Nothing important, Holmes caught the criminal of course. Now what about you - what happened with the meeting last week?"
Barkson waves the question away. "The meeting went well, nothing special. What was the motive of the criminal?"
Watson hesitates for a moment, but then continues to tell his story, not once thinking about how Barkson did not laugh a single time this evening.
Watson raises his glass to their host and with his other hand takes Mary's into his. The Jacksons are throwing the party this evening, just a dinner for their closest friends from the neighborhood.
Mary is fairly glowing with happiness as she exchanges the latest gossip with Mrs. Lionell and Watson listens interestedly to Harrisson's stories about his time in Egypt.
Because of his work Watson can not often join such gatherings of their friends and so it is always very enjoyable to have the chance to catch up with them. It is also time he can spend with his Mary.
"He would not have sent for me, if it is not important," Watson says to Mary as she helps him into his coat. Just a few minutes earlier an Irregular tracked them down at the Jacksons' and gave him an urgent message from Holmes.
"I know, my dear, it is alright," Mary soothes gently and straightens Watson's collar. "Just be careful and invite Mr. Holmes for dinner some time soon." Watson chuckles a bit and gives Mary a kiss on her cheek.
"Of course, love, now enjoy the evening and do not wait up for me. It could be late." Mary nods with a loving smile and Watson turns around to leave the house of their acquaintance, already wondering into what kind of trouble Holmes got now.
Watson grins triumphly as he wins their round of billiard and Jones grimaces, shaking his head. "How can it be that you almost always manage to win?" Watson chuckles and prepares the table for another round.
"Lady Luck favours me, that is all." "All ladies favour you," Jones grumbles good-naturedly and they continue to play a few rounds, until it is late and Watson gets ready to leave, as he has patients to see in the morning.
"Same time next week?" Jones asks and Watson nods, before saying goodbye.
"Same time next week?" Jones asks and Watson smiles sadly. "No, Jones, I can't. I have to... visit an old friend of mine."
"Oh really? Who is it?" Is the next question, but Watson only shakes his head, says goodbye and leaves. Before he closes the door, he can hear how another man approaches Jones. "Don't you know, it is the anniversary of Holmes' death!"
"Who is Holmes?" is the last Watson can hear, but he ignores the painful twinge in his chest.
There will be enough time for the pain when he visits the gravestone next week.
John Watson met many people in his life, many he called friends and family. They came and went, all for different reasons and in a lot of ways they changed Watson. Sometimes for the better, sometimes for the worse.
But one thing, the most important thing, always stayed the same. "Watson?" A gentle hand lays down on his shoulder and Watson looks up to see Sherlock Holmes standing beside the bench.
"Holmes," Watson greets warmly and Holmes takes a seat on the bench as well, both looking to the ocean they can hear in the distance of Holmes' little cottage. "You looked thoughtful," he comments and Watson chuckles a bit.
"Just thinking about old friends."
"About what exactly?"
Watson shakes his head a bit and comfortably leans back, his shoulder lightly touching Holmes' at his side. "Old friends are not so important like the one sitting right next to you."
Holmes throws him a quick grin and both turn back to the ocean, their silence more comfortable than all the words any friends could ever share.
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