Wincholmes

Compiled from @hannybstudies​ and other sources

please describe for me a typical day on your past/current job

why did you leave your last job?

how do your previous work experiences prepare you for this position?

when you press your ear to the ground can you hear her?

can you hear the melody older than time yet so so familiar?

give me an example from your current/past job that demonstrates your persistence.

how do you organize yourself for day-to-day activities?

how can you surpass this petty cycle of growth and rot?

when you are assigned to work with new people, how do you go about getting to know them and how they work?

what type of person is the hardest for you to get along with?

will you remember what it was like to have flesh?

how do you handle conflicts, like with a co-worker or boss? how do you resolve them?

how would you define a conductive work atmosphere?

will the embrace of the green be as tender as she says it will be?

what do you want out of a job?

do you even want anything anymore? To be anything but rot and dust a sublime bed for flowers to grow?

what makes a job enjoyable for you?

what is your greatest strength? worst deficiency?

what would it feel like to become arbiter of the cycle

to decide what lasts through the winter

how do you take direction?

what do you do when things are slow at work?

what do you do when you’re having trouble solving a problem?

what kinds of decisions do you find particularly hard to make?

why is it important to prioritize?

is death so certain?

why do you think you’ll be successful in this job?

what are your goals - both short term and long term?

would you take the antlered mantle?

would you give her your corpse?

would you feel her fingers running along your bones

would you become her solider? to bring an end to this age of steel and thunder?

would you?

how do you cope with the inevitable stresses and pressures of the job?

what kinds of things would you want to avoid in future jobs?

what reservations do you have about working here?

would you?

what ways do you find work interferes with your personal life?

define cooperation.

would you?

how can we best reward you for doing a good job?

Even in her eyes it says “help me”. 

“Just what, John?”

John runs his hands through his hair and breathes out, “Just….mydoublebed.”

Sherlock and John just stare at each other in silence before Sherlock runs to the door like, “Imma get my stuff right now.”

The monitor sits on the coffee table between them and Rosie had been napping for about an hour now.  Every now and then Sherlock would hear her move or a little noise escape from her, wondering whether he should go check on her even though he knew she was still sleeping.

He went back to examining his slides content in the fact that his Watsons were home where they belonged after the flat had been rebuilt.

These days 221b was a bit different, more put together. It had to be for a toddler to live in and Sherlock was still in shock of how it had happened.  John had just showed up one evening with a pack n go cot and Rosie’s bag and his bag hitched over his shoulder.

Sherlock had asked if there was something wrong with John’s place and the answer John gave him shocked him to the core.  “You’re not there.”

He didn’t expect it mean what he’d hoped at the time but now as he sat here six months later a small smile crossed his lips.  It had begun slowly, John had arranged for a babysitter one night and asked Sherlock out to dinner and from there it was history.  And not long after that he had sold his place and him and Rosie moved into Baker Street.  This time Mrs Hudson was right, they’d only be needing the one bedroom because the one at the top of the stairs had to be converted to a nursery.  She beamed, it was her proudest moment after all these years.

Just then a soft coo broke Sherlock from his thoughts and he was up the stairs silently and quickly.  

“Hush little one, we don’t want to wake daddy” He gently whispered to her and she cooed back happily reaching out for her favourite blanket as Sherlock took her to the changing table to change her.

“And how was your nap little one?”

Rosie laughed and gurgled at him in response and that had been what woke John up.  He stayed sat and listened to the small talk between Sherlock and Rosie as Sherlock took care of her after her nap.

When they came downstairs, Sherlock was disappointed he’d forgotten to shut the monitor off, they’d woken John.

“I should be getting up anyway or I’d never sleep tonight,” he said as he got up and laid his book on the table and reached up to give Rosie a kiss on the cheeks and then Sherlock a kiss on the lips.

“Thank you for getting her and allowing me a few extra moments.”

“Anytime John.” Sherlock responded back. “Would you like some tea?“ He asked as John took Rosie from him?

“That would be nice, thank you and could you get Rosie’s bottle ready.”

“Absolutely,” he smiled.

And this was now life at 221b Baker Street, but don’t fool yourselves, it was much more than that. There were still cases and friends around but John was home and John was family and Sherlock couldn’t be happier. This was home.