Thicker Than Water (7078 words)
by moonblossom
Chapters: 1/1 
Fandom: Sherlock (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: John Watson, Harry Watson, Sherlock Holmes
Summary: As Harriet Watson’s next of kin, John gets a phone call he’s been dreading for a while. After getting behind the wheel drunk and ending up in the hospital, Harry swears off alcohol for the last time. But she can’t do it alone.

A few days ago I wrote a drabble referencing Harry’s drinking problem, and several comments put a bee in my bonnet about how it’s never really expanded upon, which got me to thinking. And somehow, what was meant to be a short one-shot turned into this monstrosity. Oh well.

Harry-and-John-centric, with brief appearances by Sherlock and a few tiny hints of potential pre-slash. Rated T for swearing and heavy mention/inference of alcohol abuse.

moonblossom:

They’d been in New York for a few days now, on a case, and John was exhausted and irritable. He’d left Sherlock in their room and headed down to one of the ubiquitous Starbucks that seemed to be on every corner. He’d just sat down with his tea (watery, bitter, but still better than nothing) when a lovely Asian woman sat down next to him. He smiled and nodded.

“John, John Watson. Can I help you?”

The woman’s eyes bulged briefly, as if in shock.

“J— Joan. Joan Watson. And, I’m not sure.”

The two of them let out nervous giggles, the coincidence too amusing to ignore.

“I’ve noticed you hovering around at crime scenes lately. I…” she paused, unwilling to say too much. “I work with the police sometimes. Well, someone I know does. But you don’t seem to be affiliated with the police force, so what’re you doing around?”

John sighed, rubbing his forehead. “It’s complicated. We’re - my partner - is a consulting detective.”

The young woman looked startled again.

“Are you pulling my leg? This isn’t funny.”

“I wish I were, miss.”

Suddenly, John’s phone buzzed.

Bored! Come back to the hotel. -SH

“I’m sorry, Joan. I need to get back to him.”

She smiled and glanced towards the back door of the cafe, where a scruffy and irritable-looking man in a red and black plaid scarf stood looming and gesturing at her.

“Not a problem, I think I’m also being summoned. Nice meeting you, Watson.”

“You too, Watson.”

They’d been in New York for a few days now, on a case, and John was exhausted and irritable. He’d left Sherlock in their room and headed down to one of the ubiquitous Starbucks that seemed to be on every corner. He’d just sat down with his tea (watery, bitter, but still better than nothing) when a lovely Asian woman sat down next to him. He smiled and nodded.

“John, John Watson. Can I help you?”

The woman’s eyes bulged briefly, as if in shock.

“J— Joan. Joan Watson. And, I’m not sure.”

The two of them let out nervous giggles, the coincidence too amusing to ignore.

“I’ve noticed you hovering around at crime scenes lately. I…” she paused, unwilling to say too much. “I work with the police sometimes. Well, someone I know does. But you don’t seem to be affiliated with the police force, so what’re you doing around?”

John sighed, rubbing his forehead. “It’s complicated. We’re - my partner - is a consulting detective.”

The young woman looked startled again.

“Are you pulling my leg? This isn’t funny.”

“I wish I were, miss.”

Suddenly, John’s phone buzzed.

Bored! Come back to the hotel. -SH

“I’m sorry, Joan. I need to get back to him.”

She smiled and glanced towards the back door of the cafe, where a scruffy and irritable-looking man in a red and black plaid scarf stood looming and gesturing at her.

“Not a problem, I think I’m also being summoned. Nice meeting you, Watson.”

“You too, Watson.”

The Hedgehog’s Dilemma (4737 words)
by moonblossom
Chapters: 1/2 
Fandom: Sherlock (TV), Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson

Summary: Or: The five times John went on terrible dates, and the one time he stayed home instead.

Snippet: “Yes, well…” John rubs his hand over his eyes before grabbing Sherlock by the ankles, where his trousers have ridden up. The unexpected touch on his bare skin sends strange shocks straight up Sherlock’s legs, ending somewhere between his groin and his stomach. John merely swings Sherlock’s legs to the side, freeing the seat cushion, and lets them fall unceremoniously to the floor with a thud. Disgruntled, Sherlock gets up off the floor and peers at John, waiting for him to continue.

“It seems that once I mentioned you, explaining that my insane flatmate was texting me, I couldn’t shut up about you. Her words, not mine. It’s not my fault she asked about my job, and my hobbies, and my friends, and somehow you’ve managed to become the nexus of all three.”

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