Captain John Watson, Fifth Northumberland Fusiliers
Hello I am Doctor John Watson, formerly of Her Majesties Services, and now work with one Sherlock Holmes. I also work part-time at the Clinic when we are not taking on cases. I am Sherlock's Partner and I blog about our cases and experiences.
(Pick your John with Care! There are three John Muses here, but you can make requests, for anything specific)
(This blog is mostly 18 and under friendly.)
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Mary had been amazed by John from the start. Mary had spotted him in the corner of the crowded cafe and something told her to get closer. The closer she got, the happier she became, and soon she was sitting beside him. Her smile didn’t fall and she sat there for…
Mary blushed furiously, her eyes welling up with clear, salty tears. God that was a shitty idea. Usually it worked. Men loved her, but he didn’t. She was already having a rotten day… Maybe he could tell? She hardened her heart and thickened her resolve. “Right well, sorry I interrupted you, sir.” She turned and accidentally dropped her phone. She bent down slowly to pick it up and and she sighed. “Sorry that I bothered you.”
"I’m sorry." John murmured, seeing her tears and inwardly sighing. "It’s just, I’ve had a few really bad days, what with my flat mate being an arse." He stood, putting his hand on hers as she picked up her phone. "I shouldn’t have taken it out on you." The doctor gave her a small smile, gently reaching up to cup her cheek. "Not to someone so sweet." he actually wanted to punch himself at that line, but kept his face calm, standing and gently pulling her with him. "I apologize Mary. Can I buy you a cuppa as an apology?" A change of tact was needed, if he were to keep this woman at his table, and himself away from the flat.
Mary had been amazed by John from the start. Mary had spotted him in the corner of the crowded cafe and something told her to get closer. The closer she got, the happier she became, and soon she was sitting beside him. Her smile didn’t fall and she sat there for a while before she poked his arm and giggled. “Hi! I’m Mary.”
A warm blush spread across Mary’s cheeks as he looked back at her, frowning. “Sorry to disturb you I…. You’re all alone and I saw you and…” She rambled quietly, her heart turning violently inside of her chest. She didn’t have time to maintain her regrets when he began to speak.
John to be honest, had been having a terrible day, he had been dealing with one of Sherlock’s temper-tantrums, none stop for the past week and his control and temper were both wearing very thin. So he’d gone to the Cafe, to get out of the flat, mayhap get some tea and relax by himself.
Feeling a poke on his arm, and the woman, who he had noticed slowly creeping closer, introduced herself. Frowning he turned to look at her, not in the mood to deal with people, let alone be nice and social. He raised an eyebrow at her attempt to peak, sighing heavily when she rambled. “Hello, I’m John. And you should probably stop rambling.” He introduced himself, at the point of not caring if he sounded rude. He didn’t get paid to deal with bumbling, rambling women. He gave her a small smile after a moment, thinking to placate her, as if his words were joking, instead of serious.
DAYS LEFT IMMEDIATE LIFE OR DEATH HELP NEEDED ONE LAST TIME
Tumblr friends. You all saved my life. Unfortunately I need help one last time to keep it that way.
You helped me pay down a hospital bill so I could have major brain surgery in October. Well, the bill for that is $9,600- Medicaid covered the hospital, NOT the doctor(!!). due to financial hardship, it’s reduced to $4,500. (more than half my annual income, on Disability).
The problem: the doctor HAS TO adjust and monitor my new neuro implant every other week, and I WILL DIE WITHOUT THE ADJUSTMENTS. But he is NOT ALLOWED to see me more than once more unless this is paid.
The reduction has conditions: I must pay $1,000by Dec 16, and the $3,500 balance by Dec 23.
This is a terrible blow to me, unreal. The frustration and fear is simply overwhelming.
So, sadly, I must ask for help one least time (I’ll get on Free Care in April). You’ve all already been so generous. The SPNFamily, fandoms, and Tumblr at large has been amazing. And if there were any way to avoid asking, I would.
PLEASE DONATE IF YOU CAN! I’ve set up a PayPal with the email firstname.lastname@example.org to accept funds (if you “send to a friend” there’s no fee). The hospital can only accept payment from me. I know the Holidays are already an expensive time. Maybe give someone the gift of saving a life in their name? And I know I recently got so much help from you all. If I had any way to avoid this I would. And of course I’m happy to repay with fics, songs, editing, or anything I can.
As it is I’m also homeless and sometimes staying with my violent abusive parents, other times staying with friends. Every cent I get is going to other medical expenses and necessities.
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Thank you all so so much! Below are some photos just to show what I mean. They called me with the settlement, but the original bill is there, as well as a few of my scars (yes they shaved the whole side of my head).
Thank you again! PLEASE DONATE AND SHARE IF YOU CAN, and ask me any questions.
[Update: WOW! So far you’ve all gotten me to almost half of the total bill! YOU ARE AMAZING! PLEASE DONATE AND KEEP SHARING so I can survive this!]
Sopranish is my friend, and I’ve personally witnessed the reality of her struggles, so I can vouch for both the urgency and the legitimacy of this plea for help. She is on a time crunch and really scared, so any shares or donations would be so, so appreciated. Every little thing helps!!
Anastasia nodded and shook his hand gently but respectfully.She walked with him towards the café,”Ah,no thank you.But the thing I’ve needed help on was another case.I myself am a PI and I’ve been studying it for a while now,and I couldn’t really figure the rest out.I was hoping if you would be able to help?”
"I see." John murmured, taking his tea when it arrived. "Who are you a PI for? If you don’t mind me asking." he took a sip of his drink, enjoying the flavor a moment, and giving Anastasia time to answer if she wanted before plowing on. "Also what is the case? See if you can give me some of the details, I might be able to help before we have Sherlock involved, or I can tell you straight off the bat, if we will need him."
"Definitely to cover the Suffocation." He nodded to her, pulling away completely from the table to lean back against a wall. "Check the data base, looks like it could have been a 9 Mil. Could help narrow down your search some." He crossed his arms over his chest, giving her a small smile. "I only tell you what I know. Good has nothing to do with it, besides, my partner is far better, and I know you think that as well." Of course he was referring to Sherlock, the insufferable know it all. If it wasn’t his job to have to be around the asshole, he would have put a bullet through his skull ages ago. Molly wasn’t too bad though, had met his boss too. John shook his head to ward off the thoughts, looking at Molly. "Other victims? Do you have any of them currently in? Or already gone through?" John asked, getting back on track.
Molly nodded, jotting down a few notes with a smile. ”Brilliant, I knew you’d be able to help!” she said, looking up at him. ”I’ll get straight on it! As much work I can do before Sherlock gets in tomorrow the better. I know he’ll just give me a tonne more and I don’t want to be buried in the stuff,” she shook her head a little. ”He’s good, I can’t deny that, but… well even I have to admit, it’s a lot easier being around you. I don’t constantly feel like I’m doing things wrong.” She shrugged, rolling her eyes a little. Whilst he was attractive, Molly was learning that perhaps a relationship with the man wasn’t ever the best idea. ”Oh! Yes, I have some photos here, if you wanted to take a look! But let me at least make you some tea first, you didn’t come here to work after all.”
John gave her a small smile, nodding. “You aren’t doing anything wrong, that’s just the way Sherlock is. I’m sorry about that.” No, he wasn’t really, to be honest, she didn’t do anything wrong, she was just on the annoying side. But it wouldn’t be very character like if he said that, and he had gone so long, why let something little maybe blow his cover. No thank you. “I’ll take a look at the photos while you make the tea then?” He smiled at her, as he picked up the case folder with the photos, pulling them out and laying them on an open body table. He slowly looked over the photos, hoping not to find the woman hovering over his shoulder instead of making tea, or something.
Sherlock had expected John to be furious, had expected to be hit. He hadn’t expected John to be significantly stronger than he was three years ago, and the next thing he knew, he was face-up on the ground. He simply laid there a moment, only sitting up once John returned with the first-aid kit.
"I’m aware." The detective grumbled, dabbing the blood dripping from his nose with his sleeve. "And I’m sorry. But you have to understand that everything I did was to protect you." Sherlock didn’t expect John to let him off the hook just yet. He knew it’d take a long time to regain his trust, but this was a start. "Go inside, make yourself some tea. I’ll explain everything."
Oh Yes, John was furious but, he was also very hurt, very relieved, and a whole plethora of other jumbled up emotions. Sherlock Holmes, his best friend, was sitting in front of him, not dead. And this time, very tangible, the blood streaming from his nose, from the hit he had given him proof enough. He wondered how many people, and which people knew that Sherlock had been alive, but had let him walk around as a shell of himself, Sherlock included. The thought fueled more energy to his anger but he pushed it back down, intent on doing his job as a doctor, and a friend, and fixing the damage he had done to the consulting Detective’s face.
"I’m not going till I’ve taken care of you." He murmured, kneeling next to Sherlock as he opened the kit. John pulled on gloves before feeling the other man’s nose, "I need to set it." he murmured as warning before gripping the man’s jaw with his free hand and setting his nose, the blood flow slowing as he put a strip on the spot. He quickly mopped up the blood from the detective’s face hands and chest before checking the back of his head for tender spots, in case he hit his head on the floor. Finding none, he put the waste in a bag, closing up the kit and leaving Sherlock on the floor. "Tea then." He stated, taking everything into the kitchen, putting the waste in the bin and the kit away before proceeding to make tea.
((I apologize for my disappearances! I’ve been sick a lot more, so much so that I’ve been to the hospital a few times and then it’s also finals week, and I have been given extra hours at work. So! Tomorrow I should be able to write replies, it’s my last final and I have a little time before work. After work I’m going to see The Hobbit though, but I may be able to do some replies through my phone. I’m so sorry I vanished for a bit there)