Dr. John Watson

Richard Brook || Sherlock, John, Lucy and Jim

Sherlock’s eyes flew open at the sight of him, instantly placing John in his peripheral and making a mental note never to let his husband out of his sight. The detective’s demeanor completely  changed, a defensive aura morphing dangerously into blind, terrified rage.

“Okay,” Rani replied pretending to be a store employee as a cover since alien activity had been detected in the grocery store by Mr. Smith.  “Well let me know if you change your mind.  I’m Rani.”

"Okay," John nodded to her in thanks. He made an inner note at how many "Rani's" he had met over the past year, and turned back to the grocery isle. "Thanks for your help."

Richard Brook || Sherlock, John, Lucy and Jim

“No worries. Would’ve waited all night if we had to.” Sherlock glanced up at Lucy with judgmental eyes, taking in all the details that he could and taking note of the ones he couldn’t as he held up his and John’s laced hands to show her the handcuffs. “Do you mind?”

 An awkward forty or fifty minutes of sitting around and the poised Lucy Saxon finally walked through the door. John looked up with pursed lips as she initiated the conversation, rather calmly if John hadn't known she and Sherlock were already acquainted, and he ceased his rhythmic tapping on his knee. 

“Hello, is there anything I can help you with?”

"Uh," Blinked John from behind the cereal isle, "No, thanks, I'm all set." 

The Turn || The Fall || Sherlock, John, Donna and Lestrade

“Visit someone,” he managed, leading John into a small alcove hidden from view. He placed both of his hands on either side of his husband’s face, assessing him, making sure he was unharmed. “Lucy Saxon. She knows something, I know she does. I’ve broken into her flat before, it won’t be difficult to do it again.”

"Saxon?" John repeated, "Lucy Saxon, from Harold Saxon, the Master's wife?" He grabbed Sherlock's wrist as his hand hung from the cuff-links, a large grimace on his face. "What in God's name does she have to do with this?" 

The Turn || The Fall || Sherlock, John, Donna and Lestrade

The Turn || The Fall || Sherlock, John, Donna and Lestrade

Sherlock effortlessly managed to heave himself over the fence, only at the tug at his wrist. Frowning, he pulled a bit and whirled to face his husband, their faces separated just barely by the iron rods of the rusted gate.

 "Sherlock, what are you doing?" John spat through the iron grills. Running through the streets of London was great on its own - but he had no plans to resist police custody. Nor, for that matter, did...Christ, between murder and assisted homicide, he didn't know what to make of this run. On the run, this time, that's what we are. Jesus. 

The Turn || The Fall || Sherlock, John, Donna and Lestrade

The Turn || The Fall || Sherlock, John, Donna and Lestrade

The Turn || The Fall || Sherlock, John, Donna and Lestrade