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"John Watson. It's been too long. Much too long."

That voice behind him is cringe-worthy but all John does is frown into his glass of ale and hope that by ignoring the man, he'll go away. Getting rid of Mycroft Holmes, however, is impossible. John sucks in a breath and turns on his stool, all tight lipped smiles and British hospitality. He even offers his hand, the right one, even though it still shakes from time to time. "Marshall Holmes. What are you doing here? Catching the match? Man U is winning."

The football game is, however, something John's not interested in. He'd just wanted to get away for a little while. Seeing Mycroft now brings back too much.

The Marshall does not take John's hand and instead makes a little humming noise in the back of his throat before he asks John if he might speak with him. In private. Outside. John complies. He has to, he still has respect for the man, even if he pretty much banished him from the Jaeger program. Not his fault, John reminds himself. Not Mycroft's fault at all.

"If this is about retaining me for ranger evaluation--"

But Mycroft cuts him off. "No, John. I'd like to bring you back into the program."

John understandably stiffens. "You know I can't do that. Who in their bloody right minds would want to Drift with me after--"

Mycroft holds up a hand and John's temper cools again. He'd apologize but military men have a problem with that sometimes. "Vatican Cameo won't respond properly to any of our other pilots. I'm sure you heard about what happened in Hawaii last week."

John nods.

"Good. I'll send a helicopter for you tomorrow and I'll see you in the Shatterdome bright and early."

John can't help but scowl. "Yes, fine, but who is going to--"

"Let me worry about that, John."

Date: 2013-08-10 04:10 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] noshit
It's strange. One moment he's yelling at John, the next he's in the memory as well. Standing there as if he'd been there all along. He can't even speak as he watches it all happen, moving around to observe Harry and then his eyes lock onto John. John who is scared, frightened and tries so hard to control Vatican Cameo on his own, but there aren't many who can. No matter how valiantly they try.

It's all down hill from there, a beautiful mess of a memory that is so sharp in detail and sound, he's sure he could taste it too if there was anything to taste then.

But then they're back, back again in real time and Sherlock sucks in a breath not realizing he'd stopped breathing during it all. The Drift suddenly ending was more a slap in the face then being in John's memory had been by far. He blinks and looks down, quickly getting himself out of his harness to come try and get John out of his.

"Does it?" Sherlock isn't sure what would be acceptable conversation right now, not that he's ever cared about what is and isn't acceptable. He'll get John out of the harness and help him sit, no doubt he needs to right now, and joins him, pulling off his helmet.

"... not what I expected." He'll state, meaning the whole drifting thing in general. He's fairly certain they've not passed, by the way the Drift had suddenly cut off, before they could properly finish it.

Date: 2013-08-11 03:56 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] noshit
Sherlock wonders why no one has come up yet, but he's rather fine with it. He didn't want the hustle and bustle of idiots up here. The contact of John's head against his shoulder does have him glancing at the other man... it's strangely intimate, yet not at all. He doesn't care for people touching him at all, he's not a personal sort, not this way.

But it's the fact that John is doing that, is close to him like this and he seems fine with it. More than fine. He's not trying to get up and leave and calling Sherlock a freak or madman. He's just sitting here with him, laughing, leaning against him like they've known each other all their lives. Then again seeing each others memories like they just had was a good kick start for knowing one another.

"Then we're the same in that regard. Not even Mycroft knows everything about me." John's seen some things even his brother hasn't. At the mention of a next time he frowns a little, brow furrowing.

"... I'm not sure there will be a next time." After what happened they might not want to try with Sherlock and John again. They'd try to find someone different for him, blame it on him for John not being able to focus.

He wanted a next time, he really did, but Sherlock couldn't see it happening.

Date: 2013-08-20 02:14 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] noshit
He wants to believe it with every part of his soul, the words sound so good to him as John speaks them. He wanted to feel the way their minds had connected again during the Drift, it was an amazing rush, better than any drug induced one he'd ever had before. And lucky for John he hadn't had to deal with sexual experiences in Sherlock's memories.

Sherlock found the idea of it dull, a distraction from his experiments and research. Beyond the fact that he'd never found anyone worth being distracted by.

When Mycroft comes in, others flooding in behind him to remove them from their suits, his eyes are narrowed slightly, expecting the worst. Yet that's not the case, only Mycroft could trick him into thinking it was, but then he's calling them both Rangers and relief floods him.

"Yes, fine." No 'sir', no respect. Sherlock is as always, a total twat when it comes to his brother. He gets a look from Mycroft for it, but his brother knows he won't get any better than that. After they've been removed from their suits and lead back down out of Vatican Cameo, Sherlock knows he needs time to dissect every little thing he'd seen in John's memories.

"..." He'll be deep in thought already, fingers running over lips as he ponders everything over. Rather a party pooper, he should be wanting a hard drink after that, shouldn't he?

/gathers up John and you, never lets go <3

Date: 2013-08-28 10:30 am (UTC)
noshit: (On the side of the angels)
From: [personal profile] noshit
The corner of Sherlock's mouth quirks as Mycroft talks about him, his brother speaks as if he's not there, as if he's brain dead and can't speak up for himself. He can, just have to give him a moment to fully ingest everything his mind has seen. Sherlock doesn't want to just see it, he wants to understand every part, every second.

He's been given this privilege to see every part of this other man's life and it's so different from his own, it's really amazing to see how another lived compared to him in such detail. Growing up with a sibling as well, one that was a headache for them too, granted in a much different way.

Once Mycroft is gone his eyes flicker to look where his brother's back had retreated to, then he's glancing at John. John. John Watson. The man who's life was in his head now.

"... not an uncommon reaction." To them, he should say. And he will speak, just probably in a distracted sort of tone. Eating though, no, not going to do that, too much to pick apart and concentrate on. Though his eyes will linger on John, silently asking if he's alright. That was an experience for him as it was, no doubt it had been twice as much for John when he'd locked onto that memory.

"But he isn't incorrect, I'm not interested in eating." John will have to fix this odd habit to a degree, drifting with him and then not eating would be a bad bad habit especially with them starting training. Sherlock would need to be fit to do that after all. Fasting hardly did him good in that area.

Date: 2013-08-28 11:03 pm (UTC)
noshit: (I wish you wouldn't do that.)
From: [personal profile] noshit
... for all that he could tell John to shove off and let him eat when he wanted, he does have a point. Sherlock isn't just on his own now. They're a pair, they have to work together.

And there in lies the problem.

"You'll do what?" Sherlock's brows furrow as he looks at John. He almost makes it seem like he'll force feed him if necessary, or that's just the sternness of the Ranger speaking, not an actual threat. Perhaps a bit of both. Either way, he'd like to see him try.

"You hardly have to hold my hand like a child, John." He says, sounding much like an annoyed child. Funny that.

"I know my limits." He'll assure him. This is coming from the man who used to be a heavy drug user and regularly forgot to eat. The eating bit still happens now, more so because he just doesn't care to. The drugs... on occasion, but he's sure that won't be happening again. His teammate is quite the tip top, straight laced man after all.

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