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[growing_pains]

( the test drive meme )

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[drjhwatson]

John slides his hands over Sherlock's back, trying to sense at first, but he feels silly. He's not sure his 'trick' works like that, so he begins a little more of a proper examination, fingers pressing in here and there.

"Not that, you know the answer to that, smartarse. Who was following me? If Mycroft's been through the Dr's files again, I swear to god...."

[holmesisnowhere]

Even if John passes his hands over Sherlock's back, he'll be able to mark the knots compounded upon older tension. He bites back a grunt of discomfort as John prods at him, stiffening slightly.

"What about you? No one went rummaging through your files, if that's what you're asking." There's a brief, shameful pause, Sherlock bowing his head. "...Molly kept an eye on you for me. I told her not... to get too involved. I didn't want her of all people getting caught up in this any more than she already had. Mycroft's men kept a distant, but keen eye on 221B. No one entered or left without him knowing. I... I watched occasionally. You looked miserable."

[drjhwatson]

John goes back to the spot that made Sherlock grunt and focusses his attention, sending a healing warmth through his hands to fix it as best as he can. He stays quiet as he listens to Sherlock and licks his lip, before biting back as much sadness as he can.

"I was pretty miserable, yes. Good, nice deduction."

[holmesisnowhere]

Sherlock practically collapses in on himself as the healing heat from John's hands, unable to disguise the noise that escapes him. God, that's good, and he has no trouble in letting John know whatever he's doing is working quite well. Turning his head over his shoulder, he looks over at his friend thoughtfully.

"Sarcasm isn't helping."

[drjhwatson]

"It's helping me a little," he smiles, wryly.

Moving his hands lower, he smiles to himself. "You know, I used to do this to women. Well, I was a little more subtle, but it worked."

He sits up and gives Sherlock's shoulder a light tap. "On your back, I want to see the front, maybe finish fixing that pretty face of yours."

[holmesisnowhere]

Sherlock rolls over obligingly, looking up at John out of a stupor of not hurting. At least that part of him. His ribs are still a bit out of kilter and he's beginning to realize the shiner that John imparted to him yesterday still aches a bit [though the medical man will note that Sherlock has healed a two days worth in a night.] He still looks fairly abysmal, skinnier, if possible. His chest and side are still covered in fading bruises, but it's better than yesterday. Sherlock shuts his eyes to the world, smirking.

"Are you trying to get it to work on me, John?" Sherlock's voice is a playful rumble, and he stretches carefully in place - laying on his back is a little less comfortable than on his uninjured side. He flicks open an eye to watch John's reaction.

[drjhwatson]

John again begins to feel about, gently, finding the worst spots and laying his hands over them, healing. It's curious though....

"I didn't do this much healing last night.... but you seem much better than you should. You weren't kidding before, were you?" Still, he helps with the finishing touches on Sherlock's ribs and moves to look at his face, hand on his cheek and moving towards the eye.

"You'd be in love with me if I was."

[holmesisnowhere]

Sherlock just smirks over at John, reaching up one arm to playfully muss the doctor's hair. It's a sweet, teasingly boyish gesture.

"Maybe my actual ability is to mirror other people's powers?" Sherlock raises an eyebrow and instantly regrets it, his face screwing up into regret. "Not kidding." He flinches a little as John goes in for his face, grimacing back into the pillow a little. "Just... hold on." He goes to shove at John's hands gently, emitting a little noise of protest.

Sherlock apparently doesn't like anything near his eyes.

[drjhwatson]

John pulls back and waits.

"It's alright. Just the same as before, hardly any pressure.... what are you worried about?" he asks, a little worried himself.

[holmesisnowhere]

"Eyes," mutters Sherlock. "Don't like anything in the eyes. Or near them. Just... be gentle."

Not that he ever thought John was capable of being anything else with his face. Except when the soldier gets angry enough to rearrange it. Sherlock forces his hands back down to his sides, though fingertips find contact with John again, perhaps the side of his leg or a toe.

[drjhwatson]

"I will be," he promises, "this time."

He's gentler than he'd been with the ribs, and tries to get it done quickly, thumb reassuringly brushing down the corner of Sherlock's eyebrow.

He looks at the hand touching his knee.

"About your....you know, gift, so to speak... Can you just...take peoples thought and feelings or do they have to allow you to?"

[holmesisnowhere]

"Gift," snarls Sherlock softly, trying not to wrench away from John's hands as they land on his eyes. The heat however, causes him to sink back into the mattress reflexively. The touch at his eyebrow might actually be appreciated, judging how the detective's face unscrunches a bit at the caress.

The hand doesn't move. It's just there.

"You have to allow me to, though I could probably figure out how to fight with it. I can transmit and receive. The willingness to send, or the lack of discipline not to has to be there. Here, let me show you."

Sherlock opens up a link back to John - on his end, it's silent, the detective's face narrowed in concentration. This takes more work than I like to admit, Sherlock's mental voice is soft. I have to think about one thing, and then nothing else at all to be able to communicate.

[drjhwatson]

John puts his hand on Sherlock's with one thought forced through his head: "Stop".

He looks down, frowning apologetically.

"You already have an unfair advantage. I... don't want you to do this without warning me, in case... I think about things. By accident. While I'm trying not to...."

He feels terrible asking it, but some things he'd rather keep private and he feels on edge with the thought that he could transfer it across to Sherlock.

"How did you discover it, anyway?"

[holmesisnowhere]

Sherlock's mind recoils at the word - there's a dim impression of the detective being chagrined, even mutely a little embarrassed. He blinks up at John cautiously.

"I don't mean to do it sometimes. I started hearing things when I touched people, at first. It's only through physical contact, thankfully, otherwise I'd be losing my mind at the idiocy of the every day mind. Once when I touched Mrs. Hudson's wrist in the flat after the Americans broke in looking for the Woman's phone. The fear from her was astounding." Sherlock swallows tightly. "That... is why the man fell out of the window, coincidentally, because our poor landlady was broadcasting terror so very loudly I couldn't ... really ah..." Sherlock trails off. "I couldn't help it."

A bit of confusion in Sherlock's eyes. "What could you possibly be thinking about that you think would offend me or would be something I'd react poorly to?" A pause. "I can't force things from you, but if you're not making an effort to hide what you're thinking - imagine more like having a room across the house those thoughts exist in, and you're having a conversation with someone in the room."

Sherlock removes his hand from John, and his mind is completely silent again. Horribly, horribly quiet.

[drjhwatson]

"Don't hide behind that as an excuse, you threw him out of the window because he hurt Mrs Hudson and he deserved it."

John sits back on his feet, hands on his knees for a minute, thinking.

"It's not like that. Just stuff I don't like to think about and don't like seeing in people's eyes when they look at me." He shrugs the thought away and places his hands on Sherlock's chest. "Anywhere else hurting?"

[holmesisnowhere]

"She was scared, John, and yes, that much is true. He deserved it because he dared hurt her. Mrs. Hudson being scared only fueled my desire to see him make an imitation of the Challenger space shuttle flight."

In response to John asking if he hurts anywhere, Sherlock points at his shoulders. "I don't want to wear you out, John, so please, stop if you're overextending yourself."

Sherlock blinks at the other response, clearly not understanding whatever John's getting at.

[drjhwatson]

Ignoring the confused look, John concentrates on Sherlock's shoulders instead, scooting closer and pressing his hands on them, giving them a light massage as he worked.

"I'll be fine. I can have a nap in the office during their morning lessons. Hardly anybody gets hurt in the morning."

[holmesisnowhere]

Sherlock flops bonelessly back into the mattress, letting out a muffled noise of relief. A lot of those from him recently, but that's about as much thanks as John will get from the prone detective.

"You have good hands," he remarks through the pillow, his crazy mop of unstyled curls sticking up at strange angles. "Do they teach that in medical school?"

[drjhwatson]

"You're welcome," he sighs, knowingly. And maybe a little fondly too. Rolling back, he flops down on his side of the bed and stretches out before pulling the covers over once more. He deserves a day off but, well, can't really do that here. Or with Sherlock. Or the Army.

He'd ended up with days of work because of Sherlock, though, so that was close enough.

"Half taught, half just me being incredibly...gifted." He hates all of the words for this place and the things the people here could do. Powers, gifts, abilities.