Ficlette, J/S, Rated PG (part 2)
Here's the continuation, I'm so sorry it's late..
Title: An Arbitrary Observation
Author: LimpBiskit
Series: Sherlock BBC
Pairing: John/Sherlock
Rating: PG
Warnings: Pre-Slash, Deviousness and Something Sherlock didn't know.
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Sherlock Holmes was a man on a mission.
What had been so clear-cut and simple in his head had proven to be nigh impossible in real life, his every effort at introducing this-or-that element of his plans thwarted by what seemed like Fate itself.
Finally, driven to abject frustration by his lack of results, he fell back into what he did best. He reined in his natural impatience and began to watch, observing his all-unawares flatmate with the same level of dedication that he usually reserved for particularly intriguing murders.
The revelations were startling, to say the least.
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John Watson was clearly a creature of habit, his routines unwavering despite the admittedly random state of life within their shared home.
8AM most often found him bleary-eyed and silent, his movements almost mechanical as he brushed his teeth with short breaks to yawn, followed by a brisk shave and rinse before exiting the bathroom with considerably more energy.
8:15 had him in the kitchen, the day's first cup of tea being poured into waiting mugs that were always well-rinsed beforehand, his voice still roughened by sleep when he insisted that the younger man drink up before the liquid cooled.
8:30 was equally divided by preparations for work and reading the morning paper, depending on the day of the week. The days that required him to leave were somewhat annoying to the detective, who would much rather have had the man at his immediate disposal should he need him. The times that had him lingering over his tea and newspaper were infinitely better, and often Sherlock was surprised to find himself finishing the dregs of his own drink as he watched the blond engross himself in the trivialities of mundane life.
He was astonished to learn that although his Doctor was completely silent as he read, he more often than not would shape the words to himself, a habit that Sherlock had always found to be singularly irritating in others.
Watching John as he did it.. Was not irritating. With only a mild effort, he could discern the contents of whatever article the other read, as well as summon up enough of the man's remembered voice to accompany the act, making it almost as if the other were actually reading the words aloud.
He wondered how he could have possibly missed such a thing, but quickly set the matter aside in favor of watching the movement of the blond's lips.
No, most definitely not irritating.
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Besides that bit of unexpected observation, the rest of the mornings held true to form, with the working ones being spent apart, full of boredom and random experiments, the nonworking ones wiled away with either more of the same or case work, with the added bonus of no boredom.
And John.
John filled in the dangerous times, interrupting thoughts that narrowed and became darker if left to their own devices. He always seemed to know when the younger man had reached the inevitable breaking point, when he must remove himself from the presence of lesser creatures and work things through at the pace unique to him, until enough patience returned to allow for an attempt at translation for the rest of the world.
But those were still the good days, the best days he could recall, and he wondered if that were also part of the reason for his growing obsession.
Obsession.
It was an ugly word to associate with oneself, but he knew that it was truly the only one that fit.
He was becoming completely obsessed with all things John.
And it was absurdly wonderful, even the knowledge that he'd apparently missed so very much about him. Nothing he'd learned or seen had curtailed his interest, laying to rest the lingering doubt that this was merely an uncommonly strong infatuation.
It was an obsession, yes, but it was one fed by nothing less than adoration.
So he continued his watchfulness into the afternoons, discovering yet another startling oversight after only three days.
John preferred to avoid wasting napkins, if the situation allowed for it.
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Well, that's 2. Yes, I know it's unevenly longer than 1. Expect nearing 1k for 3. When I manage to get it done. Snowdays are breaking u my rhythm, I'm afraid.
Comments are greatly appreciated and loved. Thank you!
Part.1
Part3
X-Posted with a fury.
Title: An Arbitrary Observation
Author: LimpBiskit
Series: Sherlock BBC
Pairing: John/Sherlock
Rating: PG
Warnings: Pre-Slash, Deviousness and Something Sherlock didn't know.
XxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxX
Sherlock Holmes was a man on a mission.
What had been so clear-cut and simple in his head had proven to be nigh impossible in real life, his every effort at introducing this-or-that element of his plans thwarted by what seemed like Fate itself.
Finally, driven to abject frustration by his lack of results, he fell back into what he did best. He reined in his natural impatience and began to watch, observing his all-unawares flatmate with the same level of dedication that he usually reserved for particularly intriguing murders.
The revelations were startling, to say the least.
XxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxX
John Watson was clearly a creature of habit, his routines unwavering despite the admittedly random state of life within their shared home.
8AM most often found him bleary-eyed and silent, his movements almost mechanical as he brushed his teeth with short breaks to yawn, followed by a brisk shave and rinse before exiting the bathroom with considerably more energy.
8:15 had him in the kitchen, the day's first cup of tea being poured into waiting mugs that were always well-rinsed beforehand, his voice still roughened by sleep when he insisted that the younger man drink up before the liquid cooled.
8:30 was equally divided by preparations for work and reading the morning paper, depending on the day of the week. The days that required him to leave were somewhat annoying to the detective, who would much rather have had the man at his immediate disposal should he need him. The times that had him lingering over his tea and newspaper were infinitely better, and often Sherlock was surprised to find himself finishing the dregs of his own drink as he watched the blond engross himself in the trivialities of mundane life.
He was astonished to learn that although his Doctor was completely silent as he read, he more often than not would shape the words to himself, a habit that Sherlock had always found to be singularly irritating in others.
Watching John as he did it.. Was not irritating. With only a mild effort, he could discern the contents of whatever article the other read, as well as summon up enough of the man's remembered voice to accompany the act, making it almost as if the other were actually reading the words aloud.
He wondered how he could have possibly missed such a thing, but quickly set the matter aside in favor of watching the movement of the blond's lips.
No, most definitely not irritating.
XxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxX
Besides that bit of unexpected observation, the rest of the mornings held true to form, with the working ones being spent apart, full of boredom and random experiments, the nonworking ones wiled away with either more of the same or case work, with the added bonus of no boredom.
And John.
John filled in the dangerous times, interrupting thoughts that narrowed and became darker if left to their own devices. He always seemed to know when the younger man had reached the inevitable breaking point, when he must remove himself from the presence of lesser creatures and work things through at the pace unique to him, until enough patience returned to allow for an attempt at translation for the rest of the world.
But those were still the good days, the best days he could recall, and he wondered if that were also part of the reason for his growing obsession.
Obsession.
It was an ugly word to associate with oneself, but he knew that it was truly the only one that fit.
He was becoming completely obsessed with all things John.
And it was absurdly wonderful, even the knowledge that he'd apparently missed so very much about him. Nothing he'd learned or seen had curtailed his interest, laying to rest the lingering doubt that this was merely an uncommonly strong infatuation.
It was an obsession, yes, but it was one fed by nothing less than adoration.
So he continued his watchfulness into the afternoons, discovering yet another startling oversight after only three days.
John preferred to avoid wasting napkins, if the situation allowed for it.
XxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxX
Well, that's 2. Yes, I know it's unevenly longer than 1. Expect nearing 1k for 3. When I manage to get it done. Snowdays are breaking u my rhythm, I'm afraid.
Comments are greatly appreciated and loved. Thank you!
Part.1
Part3
X-Posted with a fury.