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Married to My Work, Chapter 5Chapter 5: Jealousy, My Dear WatsonMarried to My Work, Chapter 5 by DragonHaven42
John woke up to a silent house. A chilly, silent house. Pulling on a bath robe he wandered from his room down to the kitchen. It was still weird for him to walk for minutes to get to his kitchen when before he had lived in one room. As he was thinking this he almost tripped over a taut wire spread across the kitchen’s door frame.
Swearing he stumbled but remained on his feet before glaring at the wire he was sure Sherlock would claim was another bloody experiment about harmonics or something, but what John was sure the violinist left around to intentionally trip him. At least this one was not at the top of the stairs.
He knelt down and removed the wire from the door and then put the kettle onto boil. John sat down in one of the heavy wooden chairs and was immediately plagued with the thoughts he was making an effort to ignore. He looked at the kettle, the dust whirling in the light of the open window, anything for a distraction. Hating the kett
Married to My Work, Chapter 4Chapter 4: Siblings on a PlaneMarried to My Work, Chapter 4 by DragonHaven42
The next morning John was woken up by Sherlock who was playing his violin. Badly. John’s eyes blinked open and he was startled to see the violinist staring at him. “Ah, it is good to see you are awake. We fly home in a half hour.”
Groaning John rolled out of bed and locked himself in the bathroom to change wondering how the instrument that had played so beautifully in a concert hall the night before could make such an awful sound.
They arrived at the airport and Sherlock lead the way up the steps of the plane only to stop in the door way. John heard someone from inside the aircraft say “Good morning.”
Sherlock walked stiffly through the door and John followed, immediately recognizing the man inside from the night he had encountered him on the train. The plane took off and Sherlock said “I hope you brought a parachute.”
Mycroft smiled, “I though this would be a good opportunity to catch up.”
Married to My Work, Chapter 2Chapter 2: Friends, Enemies, and Sherlock HolmesMarried to My Work, Chapter 2 by DragonHaven42
Without much else to do the day after he moved in John texted Moran about getting a drink. A few hours later he was sitting on a bar stool in a quiet pub. He looked around after ordering two beers, wondering what was taking Sebastian. He had started getting interesting in the football game playing on the telly by the time Moran sat next to him.
“Sorry I am late, the boss needed me for an extra job today.” Moran said gruffly.
“I take it you got that position you mentioned before?” John inquired with a smile.
“Yep. Hows Holmes treating you?” Moran asked picking up his glass and taking a swig.
“Alright, he mostly keeps to himself.”
They drank in silence until Moran said, “I know you know I am wondering about your leg, and I know you noticed this.” He ran a finger over his scar, “How about we swap stories, one soldier to another.”
John looked down at his glass and traced