My WIP is still a WIP but it’s coming along !
I posted a new chapter of my WIP and if you would like to read it and comment it or leave kudos I would be thrilled !
Rating: Mature
Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Category: M/M
Fandoms: Sherlock (TV), Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms
Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade, Sebastian Moran/Jim Moriarty
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Greg Lestrade, Mycroft Holmes, Molly Hooper, Sally Donovan, Philip Anderson (Sherlock), Irene Adler (Sherlock Holmes), Jim Moriarty, Mike Stamford, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Sebastian Moran
Additional Tags: Friends to Lovers, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, First Time, First Kiss, Alternate Universe - Rock Band, Rock Stars, Young Sherlock Holmes, Young John Watson, BAMF John Watson, Protective Sherlock Holmes, Work In Progress
Language: English
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What a study in the beautiful character that is John Watson …
So who are you?
MIKE: John Watson! (…) It’s an old friend of mine, John Watson.
SHERLOCK: Mrs Hudson, Doctor John Watson (…) Colleague of mine, Dr Watson
SALLY: So who are you?
JOHN: I’m nobody. Nobody special.
If one just take a second, we’ll have to acknowledge one thing.
Four seasons, thirteen episodes and not once has John truly said ‘I am John Watson’.
MIKE: Not the John Watson I know!
JOHN: I’m not the John Watson you- (He bites that answer off. Doesn’t want to get into all that. He raises his Cappuccino for a sip, but as he lifts it (in his left hand) his hand is shaking badly. He’s aware that Mike is staring at it. Just sets it down again. Does NOT want to get into this).
SHERLOCK: This is my friend, John Watson.
SEBASTIAN: Friend?
JOHN: Colleague.
(…)
CLIENT: This is Sherlock Holmes and his partner, John Hamish Watson.
(…)
HOLMES: Good afternoon. I’m Sherlock Holmes. This is my friend and colleague, Doctor Watson. You may speak freely in front of him, as he rarely understands a word.
WATSON: Holmes.
Others introduce him, but never our John. And sometimes, John isn’t satisfied with the way they present him.
Sometimes, although rarely, John will introduce himself. But he always tells us what he does/what he is, not who he is.
JOHN: Major, please. I’m John Watson, Fifth Northumberland Fusiliers. Three years in Afghanistan, a veteran of Kandahar, Helmand, and Bart’s bloody Hospital. Let me examine this body.
He gives an identity, he uses past archievement, a role to present himself. He is Doctor John Watson, he is Captain John Watson. He is the man who went to Afghanistan and came back. He’s the one who had to endure Bart bloody Hospital.
JOHN: No, sir, I’m Captain John Watson, Fifth Northumberland Fusiliers.
REED: Retired. You could be a used car salesman now, for all I know.
(…)
NURSE CORNISH: You involved much?
JOHN: Sorry?
NURSE CORNISH: Um, with Mr Holmes – Sherlock and all his cases?
JOHN: Uh, yeah. I’m John Watson.
NURSE CORNISH: Okay.
JOHN: Doctor Watson.
NURSE CORNISH: I love his blog, don’t you?
JOHN: His blog?
NURSE CORNISH: Oh, don’t you read it?
JOHN: You mean my blog.
(… ) NURSE CORNISH: I was just saying I love your blog.
SHERLOCK: Great. I-
JOHN: It’s my blog.
SHERLOCK: It is. He writes the blog.
NURSE CORNISH: It’s yours?
JOHN: Yes.
NURSE CORNISH: You write Sherlock’s blog?
JOHN: Yes.
NURSE CORNISH: It’s … gone downhill a little bit, hasn’t it
(…)
JOHN: I’m a doctor.
CULVERTON: Are you serious?
And, sometimes, when John finally dares to say who he is, people refuse to believe him.
He was a soldier, Reed refused to acknowledge him as such. He’s Doctor John Watson, you know? The one who writes the blog! Nurse Cornish clearly doesn’t know what that’s supposed to mean. He’s a Doctor, Culverton Smith mocks him, refuses to treat this as nothing but a joke.
Sometimes, people refuse to acknowledge your identity.
MYCROFT: Look at him. What is he? Nothing more than a distraction, a little scrap of ordinariness for you to impress, to dazzle with your cleverness. You’ll find another.
What is he? He’s a doctor, he’s a soldier, he’s Sherlock’s pet, he’s loyal like a dog. He’s gay for Sherlock, Obviously, silly John. What else could you be?
Not who, it’s never who, it’s what.
He plays a role when he meets Henry’s therapist, he plays journalists when he met the victim’s sister in TGG.
My husband is three people. Sometimes, people never really show who they really are. All the world’s a stage and the master of disguise is not Sherlock Holmes but John Watson.
JOHN: I’m not the man you thought I was; I’m not that guy. I never could be. But that’s the point. That’s the whole point. Who you thought I was, is the man who I want to be.
All thorough S4, our poor John suffered. He’s a shitty doctor, he’s a cheater, he is violent, he’s ‘stupid’, he is not better than a fool.
He’s not seen as a doctor, he’s too violent, Mary is better than he is at being Sherlock’s sidekick. (She did become John Watson while he stayed in the sidelines.)
MARY: Would you listen to me. Who you really are, it doesn’t matter.
How horrible is it? To hear from your wife that who you really are doesn’t matter? That you don’t matter? That the only thing important is the legend, the stories, the adventures? Are you supposed to spend all your life wearing a mask, and never live?
But don’t worry, it’s these masks who took the hits. There is still our John, hidden and safe, waiting for his moment to give the middle finger to those who underestimated him and finally show the world that part of him he’s always hidden. Free of the world’s expectations, ready to live his life the way he wants, with who he wants and who cares about decent? Nobody will ever think he’s just the idiot running after Sherlock like some desperate man, that he’s not smarter than he looks.
And that day, he will just say this:
My name is John, fucking, Hamish Watson.
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