ficlet: Holmes/Watson

[fox_confessor]

For kiltsandlollies, a rather sad and incomplete Holmes/Watson

There aren't many instances when Watson feels as though he is ahead of Holmes. Usually, he's at least three steps behind or on the wrong path completely. He accepts Holmes' ribbing with good nature, a self-deprecating humility that Holmes says he finds so charming--disarming.

With the rarity of a moon rising full and blood red, Watson finds the tables reversed. He'll come into their rooms to find the lights burning low and Holmes burning lower, lost to him in a cocaine induced haze. There is nothing to be done then except to shed his exterior like a winter coat and fight.

Holmes will return to himself when the work returns, Watson knows, and until then he'll spoon feed him broth, clean his needles, and sponge his forehead. His training as a doctor prepares him for the gaunt and bleary-eyed indifference just as the experience of Afghanistan helps him understand as Holmes alternates between curses and pleas. Watson still feels as though he is on the wrong path, but now he is leading instead of following.

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to find the lights burning low and Holmes burning lower

There is nothing to be done then except to shed his exterior like a winter coat and fight.

Watson still feels as though he is on the wrong path, but now he is leading instead of following.

God, I just love every word of this still. I'm not going to prod you to write more and more and more, but know that I love it and I bet you could—in fact I know you could—do more, because this is so gorgeous. <3