He's seen them in action on the television, seen them in parade lines, but never up close like this. It's beautiful. He can hear Sherlock's voice, drifting away, and John takes a breath and follows it slowly, eyes fixed on the red plated Jaeger before he has to tear his gaze away to avoid walking into walls. His throat feels too swollen to properly swallow so he ends up having to jog to keep up with the rapidly marching man supposedly showing him around the source of all of his wet dreams.
It's been two years and this still hurts so much. His hand has yet to shake, however, but John isn't really thinking about that. When he does fall back into step with Sherlock, it's just at the end of the last bay and he finds himself with his heart just about ready to fall out of his chest and to his feet.
Now, John had known that they were refurbishing the Vatican Cameo. Marshall Holmes even made mention of the thing being impossible to connect with anyone else -- which is ridiculous, the machines are compatible with any high functioning neural handshakes. He's positive that was just a ploy to get him back here.
But now, it's like being introduced to the love of his life from secondary school. The one that moved off to uni. The one that got away. He rubs his hand over his mouth and lets his fingers ball up into fists.
"You... You did a fantastic job. Really bloody brilliant. Can I-- Is the conn-pod still up there?" He just wants to look, all right?
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Date: 2013-08-04 04:26 pm (UTC)It's been two years and this still hurts so much. His hand has yet to shake, however, but John isn't really thinking about that. When he does fall back into step with Sherlock, it's just at the end of the last bay and he finds himself with his heart just about ready to fall out of his chest and to his feet.
Now, John had known that they were refurbishing the Vatican Cameo. Marshall Holmes even made mention of the thing being impossible to connect with anyone else -- which is ridiculous, the machines are compatible with any high functioning neural handshakes. He's positive that was just a ploy to get him back here.
But now, it's like being introduced to the love of his life from secondary school. The one that moved off to uni. The one that got away. He rubs his hand over his mouth and lets his fingers ball up into fists.
"You... You did a fantastic job. Really bloody brilliant. Can I-- Is the conn-pod still up there?" He just wants to look, all right?