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[Sherlock (BBC)] Fragments of a cohabitation ~ Sherlock / John

Title: Fragments of a cohabitation
Fandom: Sherlock (BBC)
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Characters: Sherlock Holmes , John Watson, appointed more or less all other
Pairing: hints (many) Sherlock, John Rating: Pg13 Word Count:
2073 (FDP)
Warnings: slash allusions

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Fragments of a cohabitation

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looking at the Baker Street apartment, the first thing that John catches the eye is the way Sherlock's stuff has invaded every area available, sweeping her up to make it almost disappear. Takes ages to find something and if he wants his assets remain in sight for more than five minutes, all you can do and trascinarseli in the bedroom, where the other - again - has not arrived.
Think carefully, how things have incorporated Sherlock everything else seems frighteningly similar to what happened to their lives, in turn incorporated into the investigator. Think carefully, none of this really bothers him.
#
The completely dark room is lit only by the lights of London that filter outside. Sherlock is sitting in his chair, his legs stretched out straight ahead, cross the ankles, and a cup of tea in his hands. "What are you doing?" John approached the question, slightly confused. "Lestrade has called you."
"I drink tea," is the simple response of, "Lestrade can wait." Keep your eyes closed until he swallowed up the last sip and John finds himself almost hypnotized by the movement and the calm that has stagnated in the room, with long tapering fingers wrapped around the small neck. Then, suddenly, Sherlock gets back in action: opens his eyes, puts the cup on the tray and stood up, already heading toward the hanger entrance. "Come," is limited to order. John takes a few seconds more to recover from that property, lost in the realization of what has been found to comply - the pause that the investigator was granted, something that could be called intimate, almost, something not at all help is given. It is with a half smile of satisfaction had the idea of being one of the few that are allowed to start behind him. # "You killed a man to save me," Sherlock says suddenly in the middle of dinner, staring across the table carefully. John swallows his mouthful of food painfully and slowly nods.

"I killed many men," begins, returning his gaze. "And, as I have pointed out, for reasons far more stupid than the invasion of Afghanistan." He mentions a smile and hopes that others will seize the joke, that finally relax, stop looking like that of a strange puzzle to solve.

But his expression does not change and Watson seems about to say something. Instead, at the last moment, Sherlock has second thoughts and looked down at her plate still intact. When back at him, briefly move the conversation to another topic.
Nevertheless, its thanks to John understands the same.
# Sherlock Holmes does not eat. He spent just over a week in the apartment of Baker Street, when John began to notice, to pay attention to unconsciously dishes remained intact, the food still there where he had laid. So make a habit of worrying about this. The leaves something to eat before leaving for work or go to Sarah, order out for him when they have dinner and take care to fill the fridge, if not completely, at least with the minimum necessary.

Yet the only times I saw him eating really are those in which he is also there, sitting in an armchair in the living room in front of the apartment. John is said to be only for the sake of his friend if he leaves those occasions that become increasingly frequent.

#

The violin gives him no trouble at all, discovered in the early months of cohabitation, as well as not boring the general silence in the apartment is located, or the sudden disappearance of his roommate.

Over time, it ceases to unsettle even the presence of various human organs frozen in the freezer or a thousand other follies that Sherlock submit it and, when they realize, if John says with his being an ex-soldier, with the adaptability developed during the war. But the truth is that everything is in the affection that now separate test - the 221B Baker Street and Sherlock the same, perhaps even for all the weirdness in his life now is dotted.



#

On the landing in front of the door, while John is already hailing it, Mycroft turns to face him.

"I think you do him good," he says in a serious tone, a simple gesture of the head to indicate the object of his sentence.

John glances back above his shoulder, frowning at Sherlock still sitting in the chair, with his violin in his hands, and smiles. "To see him you would not think so."

Mycroft merely look with indulgence, if it were a younger brother too stubborn, then shakes his hand and starts toward the stairs.

#

"Listen, Mrs. Hudson," John is found to repeat for the umpteenth time. "Sherlock and I are just friends."

"Connect!" Says the detective, sitting on the couch behind him.

Watson closes his eyes and exhales impatiently. "Friends," he insists.

Mrs. Hudson moves his eyes from one to another, visibly confused, then smiles and jovial, "Yes, dear, as you wish," replies; becomes unexpectedly quick to pick up a tray of tea stored there in the morning and leave by 'apartment. The doctor then turns to Sherlock, and as uncertain for the victory too easy, he repeats again, "Friends."

This time, not the other replies, simply lift the corner of his mouth in half amused smile .



#

do not care how many people can say that Sherlock Holmes is someone from whom to stay as far as possible, John is already certain that simply does not follow that advice. Perhaps because they consider it an interesting person, above all, perhaps because the investigator and his busy life, always on the cutting edge, are exactly what he needed. Perhaps because he felt immediately connected to another, perhaps because their lives have become intertwined and confused.

motivation in his eyes, is not important: what we know is that it does not matter how many times will risk his skin, how many will be put in danger, how the other will make you feel as an incompetent, he will always continue to go back to the 221B Baker Street, alongside Sherlock Holmes.



#

The danger of not Moriarty down according to how many and which cases bear his signature, nor as his figure is shrouded in mystery. The perceived with excitement that his name alone causes in Sherlock, the way in which man tents, are attentive, the result is intrigued, almost frightened. This is what, in the eyes of John, has more than anything else and that's what really scares him.



#

"You talk too much about me, your blog," said Sherlock standing behind him, eyeing the screen of the laptop on which Watson is writing.

The other merely shrug and, "only tell what happens to me," she replied.

"Then I'll happen a lot of things that concern me." John frowns and turns to look at him, trying to figure out if the hidden nuances in his tone of voice is annoying or whatever, but its expression is reveals serious, careful, and, like ninety percent of the time, his ways are starting to confuse.

"Well," is to explain, waving a hand in the air to indicate something indefinite, "we live together, we solve cases together ... we do a lot of things

together, to be honest."

Sherlock watching him for a few moments, as if trying desperately to understand or intuit something, and John can not help but begin to feel uncomfortable. "You think this is a problem?" Question.

"No," whispered the detective, then, his voice a bit 'safer, he repeats: "No, absolutely not."

The rest of the afternoon spent playing the violin in the living room, as every time that something thoughts.



# "You underestimate, John," begins Sherlock, "think only the case of the taxi driver. Without you I could - "

" You said that you would not have taken that pill, "interrupts the other, looking grim, and investigation shakes his head, as if it mattered.

"I want to say that your presence is ..."

"Helpful?" It breaks again, sighing in front of what he considers a malriuscito attempt to console him.

"I was going to say essential," says Sherlock and expression but there is absolutely no suggestion that it is taking about. John remains forbidden for a few more moments, then smiled.



#

Sherlock knows with certainty that John has now developed a talent in finding his lies, so when the doctor asked him what he thinks of Sarah, attempts to highlight only the best traits that noted in women. However, adding the last sentence - the one who knows John wants to hear - especially requires a great effort to appear sincere.

"suppose to be happy for you," he says, claiming his gaze a moment longer than necessary. Fortunately, John seems to escape this lie.



#

"Is that you? This is how we treat people who care about you? "Application Watson, perhaps more irritated than it should, Molly has just closed the door behind the laboratory.
Sherlock raises his eyes from the microscope and watches him carefully, pinning him for a while. His response is slow and clear: "Only those that I do not really care."
A John leaves the feeling of having brought up a question that is not yet sure you want to look into.



#

His roommate problem seems to have no idea that he spend the night outside, sleeping at the home of Sarah, hiding behind any reaction generous dose of indifference on the subject. John

However it is difficult do not see how, in the mornings when he wakes up instead at Baker Street, the man who receives a meal with a smile which, at other times, there is no trace.

#

After months and months of cohabitation, considers John to be able to see Sherlock Holmes in part, because the man's chest looks like a tightly closed that no key will ever open.

would like to find in his head, at times, so you really begin to understand

, maybe even get to understand it perfectly

.

Then, there are other times when their eyes meet and understanding that emerges is absolute, awful. Those times, John seems to understand what is enough.

#

taxi, after having taken back home Sarah, Sherlock says, "If after being kidnapped by Chinese criminal organization you want to put an end to all our cooperation, know that I understand. Holds

eyes glued to the window and John is a moment amazed and intrigued at the same time, the sudden concern that emerges from his tone.

"I do not want," replies, after just a moment's hesitation, and when the other turns to look at to make sure it does not is lying, he smiles reassuringly.

The apprehension immediately disappears from the face of Sherlock, who smiled and nodded, "Well."

#

get used to the absence of the stick is easier than John had believed and, indeed, did not even have time to realize all the effects that can be found running around London as if he had never done anything else in life.

Then, imagine that would give reason to his analyst and Sherlock the same, but it has already lost its importance. All you can do is admit that yes, Sherlock Holmes is really the shock of his life where he needed.

#

front of John, Sherlock like to show off, list all of your allegations, explained in very detail how he came to certain conclusions, he likes to show off their knowledge, to rise above the crowd and let the other perceive its superiority.

What he likes in particular, however, have seen the smiles with which his words are accepted, the wonder that stands in the eyes of the doctor and compliments him - probably the world's first to do so - the target.

#

As the weeks passed, his nightmares cease to regard the scenes of war who has lived, the soldiers who did not save, the sound of bombs not too far away to hit the ground, and began to turn around bloody murders, kidnappings by criminal gangs, theft of stunning jewelry, giant men whose hands they shake around his throat and Sherlock Holmes, Sherlock Holmes the center of everything.
As crazy it may seem - perhaps his roommate has infected more than you think - John considers it an improvement.
#

dark in the living room of Baker Street, John can not remember exactly how they did the explosion to escape and return home, he is aware only of the extended lines on the face of Sherlock and his neighborhood.

"I'm just ..." began the detective, avoiding his gaze, "glad we did." John raises his hand in a gesture that smacks of an attempt on his arm and gliel'appoggia. "Me too," replies and smiled.

But in reality, the words would say that both are very different.