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“I’m not dealing with this while I’m angry.”
John mutters this to Sherlock while they’re still at St. Barts. Molly has just confirmed that Sherlock is high as a kite and John takes a moment while everyone is preoccupied to hiss this into Sherlock’s ear.
“I’m not dealing with this while I’m angry, but by God I am going to deal with it when we get home.”
Something tightens uncomfortably inside of Sherlock at John’s words. He’s heard that tone of voice before and he has a pretty good idea he knows what John means by ‘deal with it’.
John has had plenty of time to calm down by the time they get back to the flat, but still he waits. Sherlock can only see it as dragging it out longer. Maybe this is part of his punishment, to keep him waiting for as long as possible and know what’s coming to him. John has made him stand in the corner before so that he can think about why he is about to be punished. Sherlock always found that nearly as humiliating as the punishment itself. But this time John does not order him to the corner as soon as they get home. He waits. He waits for Sherlock to come down. He orders Sherlock to go take a bath instead of ordering him to strip and bend over.
When Sherlock emerges from the bathroom sometime later John is sitting on the sofa drinking tea and reading the paper. So casual. Sherlock’s head is feeling decidedly clearer now and he guesses John’s is too. He shifts his weight and clears his throat. John doesn’t look up. Sherlock could go and sit, or take up his violin, or go about his morning just like he has hundreds of other times before while John sits and reads. But he knows that wouldn’t be right. So he stands there, and he waits.
Fill: Coming Down 1/?
“I’m not dealing with this while I’m angry.”
John mutters this to Sherlock while they’re still at St. Barts. Molly has just confirmed that Sherlock is high as a kite and John takes a moment while everyone is preoccupied to hiss this into Sherlock’s ear.
“I’m not dealing with this while I’m angry, but by God I am going to deal with it when we get home.”
Something tightens uncomfortably inside of Sherlock at John’s words. He’s heard that tone of voice before and he has a pretty good idea he knows what John means by ‘deal with it’.
John has had plenty of time to calm down by the time they get back to the flat, but still he waits. Sherlock can only see it as dragging it out longer. Maybe this is part of his punishment, to keep him waiting for as long as possible and know what’s coming to him. John has made him stand in the corner before so that he can think about why he is about to be punished. Sherlock always found that nearly as humiliating as the punishment itself. But this time John does not order him to the corner as soon as they get home. He waits. He waits for Sherlock to come down. He orders Sherlock to go take a bath instead of ordering him to strip and bend over.
When Sherlock emerges from the bathroom sometime later John is sitting on the sofa drinking tea and reading the paper. So casual. Sherlock’s head is feeling decidedly clearer now and he guesses John’s is too. He shifts his weight and clears his throat. John doesn’t look up. Sherlock could go and sit, or take up his violin, or go about his morning just like he has hundreds of other times before while John sits and reads. But he knows that wouldn’t be right. So he stands there, and he waits.