SHERLOCK - Here's a Hand, My Trusty Friend c12 pt2 Wednesday, 25 December – Giving Gifts
The family dinner quickly devolved into an impromptu food fight. Tired out from laughing and rough housing, the little makeshift family spent the subsequent hours sprawled out on the floor sharing stories and secrets.
For all the times John had poured his heart out to Harry as a child, he never knew family held the potential to be so heart achingly open and forgiving. It was simultaneously the most beautiful and the most overwhelming evening of John’s life.
It was just after three in the morning when the friends cleaned up the destruction left from their dinner and had all headed to their own rooms. John stood in the middle of his room, staring at nothing in particular, considering the events of the evening when his thoughts were interrupted.
“Ready?” With a grin Matt pulled two large shopping bag from the closet.
“Yes!” John grinned enthusiastically, his contemplative mood quickly gave way to childl
SHERLOCK - Here's a Hand, My Trusty Friend c12 pt1 Thursday, 19 December – Moving In Day
John dropped the over full gym bag on the floor with a lazy thud and scanned the tiny room. Smaller than his actual residence hall room, it would have to do.
When he started university he had tried to convince Harry to move back into the flat they’d grown up in, so she’d have a steady place to stay, and there would be a place for John to “go home” to. That arrangement lasted for two months, until the landlord raised a fuss about rent not being paid, and had posted an eviction notice. With all of his resources being needed for school, there was nothing John could do to retain their home.
So, he stayed at school.
For the third Christmas in a row, John had opted to stay on campus over winter break. Harry was… unreliable… in having a safe place to stay. There wasn’t any other family to turn to, and John didn’t want to impose on his friends.
Not many students opted to stay on camp
SHERLOCK - And Here's a Hand, My Trusty Friend c11Mycroft, indignant, huffed. “William. What…”
“Sherlock.” Ever the petulant six year-old, Sherlock pouted from his prone state on the floor of the sitting room in his brother’s townhouse.
“That is not your name. Your name is William. You’re practically an adult, you need to behave as such.” Every fiber of Mycroft’s being screamed to revert to his eleven year-old self, and to launch into a good stomp riddled strop.
“Apparently I’m still a child, according to mummy. There is absolutely no other reason she would have sent me here to endure…” Sherlock flapped his hand dismissively at Mycroft. “But as the adult in the room, if you think you can take control of the situation, I certainly invite you to try.”
“You are correct. I am the adult, and this is my home. I must demand this… This…” Mycroft stammered in his frustration, the pitch of his voice
SHERLOCK - And Here's a Hand, My Trusty Friend c10CHRISTMAS EVE
Jonathan Watson was not a sentimental man.
He’d only ever loved one person. Ailie Ferguson. She was it for him. The sun and the moon. Flowers weren’t as beautiful, music not as sweet.
And that was all very well in the schoolyard, when one was eight years old. But Ailie grew up, and had loved another. She had spent the summer before university visiting family in Edinburgh. With her working class best friend out of sight, and out of mind, Ailie had fallen for the handsome and brash son of a family friend.
They were a military family, and young James Byrne was on track for his own very illustrious, adventure filled, career. There was a whirlwind courtship, and when Ailie returned to London to attend university in the waning summer, it was to an already furnished flat. She had a ring on her finger, a new surname, and there was a baby on the way.
In her wake, Ailie left behind a world weary Jonathan, who had worked double, even triple shifts, to afford a din
SHERLOCK - And Here's a Hand, My Trusty Friend ch9"William?" A gentle knock and the door opened partially, pale light from the hallway flooded the nearly darkened room. A figure, crumpled face down on the bed, growled, brought an arm up, and buried his face in his elbow, in an effort to block out the offending light. "William... Ah, sorry... Sherlock, is that you?"
"Who else would it be? This is my room." His voice reflected an emotion somewhere between rage and devastation. "The better question is, why are you here?" Sherlock shifted to his side, and drew his knees up to his chest, all the while keeping the crook of his elbow over his eyes. "Well?" He sniffed impatiently.
Cousin Leah stepped into the room. It had been several years since she'd ventured into little Willia... er, Sherlock's room. Gone were most of the toys and all of the childish, brightly colored prints from the walls. In their place were piles of books stacked precariously, the desk was overflowing with what appeared to be a science experiment co
SHERLOCK - And Here's a Hand, My Trusty Friend ch8John hadn't meant to be heard.
As a general rule, things went better for him if he remained silent. Stay quiet. Stay low. Stay still. That was his mantra.
Not that his life was anything exciting anyway. Especially not since Harry left a year and a half ago.
Not that he could blame her.
Harry left two days before her seventeenth birthday. She and John had been goofing off, playing mum’s old records, dancing and singing around the tiny flat. There had been teasing and name calling, and secrets shared and laughter.
John told Harry some of the lads on his rugby team had snuck their mum’s cigarettes. He had tried them, but hated them. Harry admitted she thought she had a crush on her best friend Amber. They were going out for pizza to celebrate her birthday, and Harry was going to try to sneak a kiss.
John had giggled at first, but had grown very serious. “It’s okay, Harry.”
“Ish? What do you mean?” Harry frowned slightly.
With a blush, Jo
SHERLOCK - And Here's a Hand, My Trusty Friend ch7”Marley was dead to begin with.” William dropped the crumpled bundle of papers with a smack on top of the open books spread out on Mycroft’s desk. He turned with a huff and threw himself down on his brother’s bed.
“I’m… sorry?” Mycroft turned to take in the sight. He cocked an eyebrow and frowned. “William. Shoes.”
“Ugh.” William sighed. He swung his legs off the bed and sat up, quick, appraising eyes taking in every inch of his brother. He hummed with amusement. “A stone, I think.”
”I’m sorry?” Mycroft glared with narrowed eyes.
“You’re seventeen, living a largely sedentary lifestyle, hidden away in the library or locked away in your room. Too socially inept, after years of living in the shadow of our illustrious parents, to comfortably mingle with your idiot peers, you subsist off take away and baked goods that mummy sends you.” William waved a h
SHERLOCK - And Here's a Hand, My Trusty Friend ch6THREE WEEKS BEFORE CHRISTMAS
Harry trailed her fingers along the spines of the volumes lining the shelf. She was completely out of her element, and very near overwhelmed. She inhaled deeply, and let the familiar smell of the worn paper and ink calm her.
Glancing over her shoulder at the novels, Harry sighed. This would be so much easier if John didn’t have his heart set. Of course, he had no idea what she was planning to get him for Christmas, and she was certain he would love any one of the adventure stories at her back. While stories of knights and spies would help him escape reality for a few hours, Harry was more interested in seeing him escape the nightmare their lives had become.
Treating the text in front of her as if it were something sacred, Harry pulled one of the used anthologies from the shelf. The weight of the book surprised her; the price tag nearly caused her to drop it out of shock. With a pained groan, Harry slid the textbook back into pl
SHERLOCK - And Here's a Hand, My Trusty Friend ch5“No!” A disheartened cry startled Mycroft awake. He tried to sit up quickly, but found himself tangled in blankets and swatting colorful fairy lights from around his head.
“What? What’s wrong?” Mycroft rubbed the sleep from his eyes and blinked rapidly.
“You let me fall asleep!” William slammed both fists down in front of him, though the result was less than the desired effect since the only surface available was a heap of blankets and pillows. He sighed in frustration, and crossed his arms over his chest in a full six year-old strop.
“William…” Mycroft yawned and ran a hand through his sleep rumpled hair. “You don’t even believe in Father Christmas, why are you so obsessed with this?” The thirteen year-old was tempted to snuggle back into the makeshift bed of blankets and cushions, but one look at the pouting boy before him made it clear that no one was going back to sleep any time soon.