Ships Passing in the Night 1/2
Title: Ships Passing in the Night
Rating: Pg-13
Summary: John is to Sherlock as River song is to the Doctor
A/N: Doctor who elements. Based of river's quote to rory in the Impossible Astronaut
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When John Watson first met Sherlock Holmes he knew everything about him.
It wasn’t very strange, as he soon found out that Sherlock knew everything about everyone. Something he called the Science of Deduction, he’d been perfecting it for over 900 years, in his own words.But there were some things John knew Sherlock couldn’t have known just by looking at him. Like his favorite flavor of jam, the fact that his parents were technically nonexistent from an aborted time line that he never got the full story of. How he knew that John hated being hugged although enjoyed close contact with others.
He knew everything about him so John being at a disadvantage tried So Hard to learn everything about him in return.
It had been inevitable how fast he had fallen for him. But he soon learned the sad true to his relationship with Sherlock.
They were moving in opposite directions and it hurt.
Sherlock soon had to leave after that first meeting. Another Plant, Another Problem, Another Mystery. Sherlock was constantly bored, he’d learned quickly, and hated being in one place longer than necessary. But He stayed with John. He always came back and if not John always ended up finding him.
It was amazing. John loved the thrill, the excitement, and the small smiles Sherlock gave him when he found John amazing in return. But John knew that every time they met the smiles would become less and less. The Jokes no longer understood, the giggling at crime scenes no more, and the breathless kisses after a chase would cease to exist, until that day would come where Sherlock would no longer know him. Would look straight at him and still be able to rattle off his whole life but wouldn’t know his favorite tea, or the fact that he slept on the right side of the bed. He wouldn’t know how to kiss him and hold him and instead he’ll just stare at him with those cold eyes, the same stare and eyes he looked at everyone else with.
John knows that day will come and sometimes he wonders what would happen next but he knows nothing will, because when that day came it would kill him.
Rating: Pg-13
Summary: John is to Sherlock as River song is to the Doctor
A/N: Doctor who elements. Based of river's quote to rory in the Impossible Astronaut
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When John Watson first met Sherlock Holmes he knew everything about him.
It wasn’t very strange, as he soon found out that Sherlock knew everything about everyone. Something he called the Science of Deduction, he’d been perfecting it for over 900 years, in his own words.But there were some things John knew Sherlock couldn’t have known just by looking at him. Like his favorite flavor of jam, the fact that his parents were technically nonexistent from an aborted time line that he never got the full story of. How he knew that John hated being hugged although enjoyed close contact with others.
He knew everything about him so John being at a disadvantage tried So Hard to learn everything about him in return.
It had been inevitable how fast he had fallen for him. But he soon learned the sad true to his relationship with Sherlock.
They were moving in opposite directions and it hurt.
Sherlock soon had to leave after that first meeting. Another Plant, Another Problem, Another Mystery. Sherlock was constantly bored, he’d learned quickly, and hated being in one place longer than necessary. But He stayed with John. He always came back and if not John always ended up finding him.
It was amazing. John loved the thrill, the excitement, and the small smiles Sherlock gave him when he found John amazing in return. But John knew that every time they met the smiles would become less and less. The Jokes no longer understood, the giggling at crime scenes no more, and the breathless kisses after a chase would cease to exist, until that day would come where Sherlock would no longer know him. Would look straight at him and still be able to rattle off his whole life but wouldn’t know his favorite tea, or the fact that he slept on the right side of the bed. He wouldn’t know how to kiss him and hold him and instead he’ll just stare at him with those cold eyes, the same stare and eyes he looked at everyone else with.
John knows that day will come and sometimes he wonders what would happen next but he knows nothing will, because when that day came it would kill him.