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fic: In Transition (part 5 of 7)

Title: In Transition (part 5 of 7)
Author: fengirl88
Rating: NC-17, eventually
Fandom: Sherlock
Pairing: Sherlock/John not-very-established relationship, Sherlock/Lestrade complications, Sherlock/John slash, finally
Warnings: sexual content, some drug references, and Lestrade still swears rather a lot.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters.  Just playing with them.  Again. 
Spoilers: Bits of A Study in Pink.
Wordcount:  1231 for this chapter.

Summary: John has never been so happy.  Sherlock has never been so confused.  Sex has never been so awkward.

thanks again to ginbitch for amazing beta work on this chapter.

Chapter 4: Sherlock
A Little Bit Stranger

 

Chapter 4: Sherlock

 

A Little Bit Stranger

 

 

Sherlock lets himself into the flat as quietly as he can, hoping John's asleep by now. It was after three when he finally left Lestrade, and it's taken a while to get back here. No taxis around for once, must be a cabbies' convention or something, he thinks light-headedly. Maybe they've all decided to become serial killers instead.

 

Now if he can just tiptoe up the stairs to his room and get some sleep maybe he'll be able to think more clearly in the morning. Later in the morning. There's no sound in the flat and it's looking as if he might just get away with it -

 

But his luck really isn't in tonight, because John's not asleep at all. Sitting there looking grim.

 

Bother.

 

This is going to be tricky, and Sherlock feels he hasn't quite got his wits about him, not to the extent he'll need them for this. He's still aroused and frustrated as hell, which is distracting enough, and his mind is full of all the quite unnecessarily unpleasant things Lestrade shouted at him. And his head hurts a bit where he banged it, which isn't helping anything.

 

It's 4 a.m.,” John says.

 

Can't argue with that. Sherlock's watch says the same.

 

He's not sure what to say, so he doesn't say anything.

 

I rang the mortuary,” John says. “I was worried about you. They said you weren't there, hadn't been there for weeks. What the fuck have you been doing?”

 

He really should have had a cover story ready for this moment, but he hadn't thought he'd need one. Stupid of him.

 

Can't just go on standing there saying nothing.

 

But he doesn't have to, because John grabs him and pushes him against the wall. Must be Sherlock's turn for it, after what he did to Lestrade. Hurts a bit more than he'd expected though.

 

John, looking very fierce, yanks Sherlock's coat off him, throwing it on the floor.

 

Sherlock feels slightly apprehensive because there's obviously going to be a row and he doesn't like rows. On the other hand, he quite likes this new masterful John. In different circumstances, this sort of thing could be -

 

Sherlock!” John sounds as if he's been trying to get his attention for a while, and he may have been. Sherlock's so short on sleep after the last few nights that he's almost dropping off.

 

Sorry,” he says.

 

Jesus,” John says, sounding disgusted. “What is wrong with you?”

 

You're the doctor, you tell me,” Sherlock says, knowing even as he says it that this is a bad idea.

 

This time he does get a slap. Which shouldn't be a surprise, all things considered, but still somehow is.

 

I am NOT having this,” John roars, shoving him back against the wall. Ow. Hit the same spot again.

 

Never heard him like this before. Interesting. The whole scenario has distinct -

 

Another slap. Harder than the first one.

 

For God's sake, Sherlock, what have you taken?” John sounds desperate.

 

And the penny finally drops.

 

The uncharacteristic slaps aren't uncharacteristic after all. The good doctor thinks Sherlock is on something and is trying to get him to sober up.

 

Doing it rather forcefully, but with John's family history you can't be surprised at that.

 

Disappointing, though. For a moment there he'd thought -

 

Tell me!” John shouts.

 

Nothing,” Sherlock says. “I haven't – I'm clean, John, you know I am -”

 

Shit. This could actually be more of a problem than if he just told John what he'd tried to do with Lestrade.

 

Not much to choose between the two, really. Either way he is in very big trouble now.

 

Sherlock, I swear, if I find you've been using again we are finished. Finished. Do you understand me?”

 

John isn't shouting any more but Sherlock knows he's not kidding about this one. John's eyes are hard and he's shaking with anger.

 

I promise,” Sherlock says, “John, I'm not, I swear, I haven't, not since – I wasn't any more, even when we met, I wouldn't now.”

 

He hopes it's true. He thinks he wouldn't, now.

 

But he knows there are other promises, unspoken ones, that he's already broken. And tried to break all over again tonight. No thanks to him that he didn't succeed.

 

He starts rolling up his sleeves to show John what he says is true, look, no track marks.

 

Realizes too late that his wrist is sporting a tell-tale set of bruises from where Lestrade had gripped him, trying to pull his hand away as Sherlock groped Lestrade's crotch.

 

John's staring at the bruises as if he can identify the fingerprints. Perhaps he can, he's getting better at the forensics side of things, hanging around with Sherlock.

 

So that's it,” John says. He sounds weary and disgusted.

 

Sherlock can't think of a single thing to say that isn't just going to make things worse, so he doesn't say anything.

 

I'm going to bed,” John says. “I've got work tomorrow and I don't see why the NHS should bear the brunt of your bad behaviour. Contrary to what you may assume, the world does not revolve around you. And according to my calculations you are at least fourteen years too old to be carrying on in this – this adolescent manner.”

 

The pomposity would almost be funny, except it isn't. John looks grey in the face, the way he hasn't for ages. And Sherlock can hear what happens next perfectly. Footsteps going into the bathroom, and the sounds of someone being violently sick. It goes on a long time. You wouldn't think anyone had that much in them to vomit up.

 

He doesn't dare to follow John, not even to ask if he's all right. He's feeling pretty scared now. It looks as if this is it: he's finally done it. That not good thing that's going to end them. And he has no idea what he can do about it.

 

There are all the other nights to account for, for a start. And he can hardly tell John how he spent them.

 

But whatever he says to John, or doesn't say, he knows it won't make any difference. He always knew this couldn't last. Why would anyone in their right mind want to stay with him, after all?

 

John is going to leave him, and he'll end up with nothing, and he can't go back to that, not now. It was all right before John came along. He was fine being on his own. But he's not sure he can bear it if John goes.

 

And John is definitely going. Pretty clear he's sick of Sherlock now. Literally.

 

A phrase from years ago echoes in his head, American voice, can't remember whose it is or what he'd done to prompt it:

 

Boy, when you play with the rope you sure make a few knots!

 

He's made a few tonight.

 

He's not sure he's going to get any sleep, but he'd probably better go and lie down at least, see if he can rest a bit.

 

Tomorrow looks like being the kind of day where you need all the strength you can muster.

 

He's not looking forward to that at all.



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He wakes up feeling as if he's been in a fight. )


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fengirl88
Oct. 1st, 2010 09:22 pm (UTC)
this:

"yes to all of London conspiring to punch, slap, and withhold sex from Sherlock!!!"

*collapses*
et_cetera55
Oct. 1st, 2010 09:20 pm (UTC)
Oh John! My heart is now bleeding for all 3 of them...
fengirl88
Oct. 1st, 2010 09:25 pm (UTC)
thank you - ow.

he's stronger than he looks, thank goodness - and he /will/ find a way through it all.
greenhoodloxley
Oct. 1st, 2010 10:09 pm (UTC)
Ahh, this story is killing me! But in the nicest way possible, obviously. ;)

fengirl88
Oct. 1st, 2010 10:13 pm (UTC)
*admires your splendid moving icon (or is it a gif? I never know these technical things)*

thank you very much! v. glad you are enjoying it.
greenhoodloxley
Oct. 1st, 2010 10:32 pm (UTC)
I believe it's a moving icon. Gifs are usually a bit bigger, I think? I don't make them, I just enjoy them! :)

Can't wait to read the next part! :)
fengirl88
Oct. 1st, 2010 10:56 pm (UTC)
thank you again! *beams* next part should be up tomorrow I think...
coldlikedeath
Oct. 2nd, 2010 02:28 am (UTC)
Awwww poor Sherlock but maybe he needed a slap or three so fair play on John for that!
fengirl88
Oct. 2nd, 2010 07:43 am (UTC)
well, this chapter is rather having it both ways, since John slaps Sherlock in an attempt to sober him up, even if Sherlock has more than earned a slap...

thanks for commenting!
darthhellokitty
Oct. 2nd, 2010 03:11 am (UTC)
Yeah, some slaps are definitely in order. He just can't be messing them BOTH around like that. Frustrating!!!
fengirl88
Oct. 2nd, 2010 07:44 am (UTC)
love your icon! Sherlock will always mess anyone around that he possibly can, in my view, and is very rarely stopped. but he's going to have a really uncomfortable time worrying about this, and so he should.
marysutherland
Oct. 2nd, 2010 07:21 am (UTC)
I love fics where Sherlock actually has to start to try and grow up, realise the consequences of his actions. And John's combination of restraint about his own feelings and forcefulness about the drugs is gut-wrenching. But then I think Sherlock needs to be taught a lot of lessons.
fengirl88
Oct. 2nd, 2010 07:45 am (UTC)
oh - thank you very much! *beams* what a nice comment. agreeing with you entirely about S's need to be taught a lot of lessons - though feeling he probably has the moral attention span of a goldfish...
tehomet
Oct. 2nd, 2010 05:52 pm (UTC)
Aieee!

Great instalment.
fengirl88
Oct. 2nd, 2010 09:25 pm (UTC)
thank you very much! more soon...
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