Therapy, Redux (Sherlock BBC Fanfic)

January 6th, 9:21

Current Mood: mischievous

Current Music: Prodigy

When John wakes up the Limpet is firmly attached to him. For a moment, the doctor savours the feeling of waking in a bed, pain free. He knows it was his fault he spent the last five weeks sleeping on the couch, aggravating his shoulder, but being in bed with Sherlock was a luxury that he was determined to savour.

The last five weeks were a blur of panic: his mind a jumble of horrified 'what if I'd hurt him, what if I'd killed him, what if I'd endangered others?'

He'd caved in the fourth week, unable to quell the thunder in his head and sought an emergency appointment with his therapist. She'd taken one look at him and urged him to hand his weapons in (impossible - they needed the protection) and to take a series of drugs that would help him to stabilise. The fog that the drug had wrapped him in had been unpleasant - the panic had still been there, undiminished, but it was less focussed than before. Sherlock had been enraged and then frightened by the effects of the drug on John.

In the end it had been his personal consulting detective and landlady who had solved his problem for him - or at least partially. They'd relocated Sherlock's clutter (mostly) to John's room and John's things had been moved down to Sherlock's. The issue of the gun had been solved for now, though John would be more vigilant in the future.

Who would have thought a self diagnosed sociopath would be moved to reorganise himself around the needs of another? Sure, they'd entered into some form of a marriage contract before they'd become intimate, but John had never expected Sherlock to change: he didn't really want his partner to; he loved the younger man as he was. In a way, Sherlock's gesture was more comforting and helped to settle his peace of mind better than his visit to a mental health professional.

"You're much better than that therapist," John muttered into curly hair before yawning and sliding back into sleep.

He missed Sherlock's eyes opening for a moment with an unholy gleam of triumph. It was probably for the best, that look wouldn't have done his peace of mind any good.

END

Disclaimer - characters and setting as depicted in BBC series not mine. No money being made. Plot is mine.

AN - sequel to 'Therapy'