Pacific Rim AU
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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."
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."
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Date: 2013-08-10 03:53 pm (UTC)And now he does. Now he knows why John washed out. Now he can understand. For better or for worse, this is the damage John deals with. Not even his time in Afghanistan at work can compare to the mess he and his sister made.
The test comes to an abrupt end and their Drift immediately cuts off. Sherlock is left to pull out of his harness if he wants and John is just going to go limp in his, knees giving out for a moment before he comes too, breathing hard.
"Mycroft...is your...brother..."
Because yes. Most important conversation to have now.
"Explains a lot."
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Date: 2013-08-10 04:10 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2013-08-10 04:16 pm (UTC)Happy coincidences. No one has to deal with a nosebleed today!
John tilts his head against Sherlock's shoulder to alleviate the tension in his neck after the helmet is yanked off. The engineers and medical ought to be running in here any second now, John imagines, having no idea that Mycroft is holding them back.
Watching them interact now.
"What were you expecting," John asks with a laugh. "Because you really can say that you now, officially, know me better than anyone else."
And the same is true for Sherlock. Someone knows him, completely, and is not pulling away.
"I'll do better next time. I'll focus. No more chasing R.A.B.I.T.s."
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Date: 2013-08-11 03:56 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2013-08-18 12:25 pm (UTC)Minus some of the hangups, but that's just natural. He hadn't even clicked that well with Harry at first. It's sort of hard to go through sexual experiences with your sister...though oddly, easier in the same regard as brothers must find it as she'd only slept with women.
He's already on his feet before anyone comes to join them. Standing straight and proud, shoulders squared, John faces Mycroft, cane and all, and scowls up at him. He's waiting for an argument to come for John to keep looking, but there are engineers and conn-pod crews coming in behind him to unhook their drive suits.
"Rangers Watson and Holmes, we'll begin in earnest tomorrow then, shall we?"
John doesn't smile, not outwardly, and won't until he and Sherlock are alone again. "Yes, sir."
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Date: 2013-08-20 02:14 pm (UTC)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?
All my Johns forever. I feel so much better. <33
Date: 2013-08-27 07:07 pm (UTC)This stroll down the corridor seems to be utterly endless for Mycroft but John humours him when he tells the blond not to bother with his brother now. "I very much doubt he'll even speak, much less eat. You see, Ranger Watson, my brother prefers to fast. It helps his mind work and right now, he's learning what it's like to be of two minds. It's a great deal of date to digest. Do not feel strangely if you are not engaged. But do bring him along with you to eat and I'd like the both of you to report for more training first of the hour in the combat room."
John's still surprised at that, enough to be standoffish with the other man. He smirks wryly as the engineers and the Marshall veer off and away from them.
"I'm not sure I care for him," he admits to Sherlock freely.
/gathers up John and you, never lets go <3
Date: 2013-08-28 10:30 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2013-08-28 01:12 pm (UTC)There hadn't been skinned knees from climbing trees or proving that height has nothing to do with toughness with the neighbourhood lads for Sherlock Holmes. And yet, he'd not been entirely intellectual either.
He's seen the judo training and--
Well, they'd fought together. It'd been exhilerating and John looks forward to another session soon.
"Have something to eat because you'll get to me in my head again tomorrow and I don't want us both to pass out because you neglected yourself. We're a team now, Sherlock. We come as a pair. And if you won't look after your body, I will."
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Date: 2013-08-28 11:03 pm (UTC)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.