you know what I'm sayin'?

[growing_pains]

( the test drive meme )

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[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.