Human lives do matter.

Cheers. My name is John Watson. I am 23 and a medical student as St. Bart's and I will be an army doctor soon if everything goes according to plan. You might know my last name from my sister Harriet. She has the very impressive skill of constantly getting into trouble and appearing in the newspapers... Don't mind her, though. Now, what can I do for you? ((independent John Watson rp blog - well, a younger John. Mun and muse are of age, this blog will most likely get nswf at times. I'll do my best to tag it, slap me if I forget. FC is Lucas Till.))

[armydoctortobe]

Okay, so -

I suppose this is the last thing I can do. Do any of you know anything about deductionismyarea?

I know she left, but she listed some personal blogs... and none of them are working.

I can't reach her via her e-mail address, either (the one she gave on her blog, anyway) and none of her other rp partners know anything. I've tried sending her an ask, but... well.

I really miss her, and I regret not being here to see her post in time and keep contact, but I don't know what else I can do anymore. Can anyone help me?

I also apologise in advance for reblogging this every now and then, but maybe there's someone who knows something...

[deductionismyarea]

Sherlock chuckled as he started taking off his own clothes. He paused  when he had removed his shirt. He knew he had a lot of scars but it still shocked him to see them all like this. Sighing he took off his trousers and turned around to face John. He wrapped his arms around his waist but his self-consciousness was forgotten the moment he saw the scars on John. 

Gasping Sherlock took a few steps forward before falling to his knees and lifting a hand. His fingers hovered over the scars but he didn’t dare to touch them without John’s permission. “Wh-what happened? When did this happen?”

[armydoctortobe]

John had cursed himself the moment he saw Sherlock's shocked expression, but there was nothing he could do to hide the scars anymore. When the other fell to his knees, the blond took his hand and sighed.

"It's not important.." He murmured, lowering his head.

[deductionismyarea]

armydoctortobe replied to your post “Me or your mother? (John, stop being mean…)”

Hmm… try. (Sorry :3)

I suppose it depends on the situation…

[armydoctortobe]

Give one example for every possibility?

[deductionismyarea]

Sherlock followed John toward the bedroom eager for a good nights rest. His body felt weak and tired after today and he was starting to wonder how long it had been since he had slept longer than just a few hours.

"I think I would like to sleep in for a bit. I’m very tired and I’m sure I could benefit from a bit of extra sleep," he said with a small smile.

[armydoctortobe]

John chuckled. "It's... unusual to hear that from you, Sherlock." He stated, taking off his jumper and stretching slightly. "You usually don't like sleeping at all."

He hummed slightly, taking off his shirt and trousers as well and sitting down on the bed, watching the younger. "But I don't mind... A morning in bed sounds nice."

[highschoolemts]

Aw, poor kid

Jamie and Tyler were crouched down over a young boy who had been hit by a car. They had just transferred from the US to England. This was their first call in this country.

"What’s you name, mate?" Tyler asked as Jamie got vitals on their young patient.

"M-matt," the boy answered, as Tyler brushed his hair back out of his eyes. "What’s going on?" He gasped as he struggled to breathe.

As the boy started to get worse the young American EMT’s wished they had had help.

"What are we going to do?" Jamie asked, as he listened to the boys heart and lungs.

[armydoctortobe]

John opened his eyes, reluctantly reaching for his phone to answer the call and tell whoever dared to wake him at half past three in the morning to kindly go jump off a cliff when he noticed that it was the hospital informing him of an accident.

He groaned, quickly getting out of bed and grabbing his clothes, already making his way downstairs while he was still getting dressed and running off to where the accident had been - it wasn't too far, so he decided to not waste any time in trying to hail a cab.

A little while later, he reached the scene, making his way through the people with the help of words and elbows until he reached the group of EMTs crouched over a boy.

"What happened?" He asked, looking at the oldest of them.

[deductionismyarea]

Sherlock hums softly and leans back against John. The heels he was wearing made him a few inches taller than usual and therefore made the hug a bit awkward. 

Carefully he stepped out of the heels so he was closer t John's height. "I don't believe I act anything like a cat... I suppose it's good that my new nickname matches some of my mannerisms though. It will make it more believable and that's always a good thing when working a case."

[armydoctortobe]

John laughed against Sherlock's shoulder.

"Everything you see is per definition yours, you like to experiment, you only rarely do what people tell you to do, you can sleep in the weirdest places - mainly after you've been up for too long again - you walk over furniture like it's your own personal street, you're very picky about what you eat, you can be incredibly cuddly at times, but also don't trust people easily, ... should I go on?"

[deductionismyarea]

Sherlock shrugged and turned to look out the window. “I’m still waiting for it to be too much for you.” He glanced at John’s reflection and sighed. “I know you won’t leave me. We’ve been together for a while and we’ve been through so much but sometime… It’s stupid, isn’t it?”

[armydoctortobe]

John sighed, running a hand through his hair. "It's not going to be too much for me, Sherlock. Really... And I'm glad you know that, but you still seem to be afraid that I could leave you one day." He pulled the other closer, hugging him. "Well, I'm not going to." he added in a quiet whisper. "Stop worrying, love."

[deductionismyarea]

"I doubt he’d find dying fun. I’d find it quite ‘fun’ to watch him suffer though." Sherlock muttered and rubbed small circles into John’s back. His hand shook slightly as he did so.

He tightened his arms around the blond and turned his head to look at the figure in the chair. “I can have My take care of her. If I have Lestrade come in he’d turn this into a big, pointless investigation.”

[armydoctortobe]

"Oh well, too bad for him." John mumbled, blinking slightly. "Because I am going to kill him - even if he doesn't find it funny." He leaned into Sherlock's touch, wrapping his arm around the younger's shoulders.

"... I didn't even thank you yet." He murmured quietly.

[deductionismyarea]

Sherlock shrugged back and sat up on the edge of his seat. “Your presence is familiar and safe. I would sleep better next to you than I would alone.” He said with a light blush. 

Standing he stretched his back and yawned. “I’m going to bed now. Will you be joining me now or in a bit??”

[armydoctortobe]

John smiled slightly, taking a step towards the door. "I'm right here." He grinned, waving at Sherlock. "We can even sleep as long as we like, I don't have to go to work tomorrow." He added, tilting his head. "Unless you want to get up early...?"

[deductionismyarea]

Sherlock slowly got out of the car behind John. He returned the blonds smile with one of his own before looking up at the building in front of him. The familiar sight made him feel calmer and safer than he had in what felt like months.

Pulling out the keys his brother had given him he took Johns hand and made his way to the door.

[armydoctortobe]

John followed his boyfriend, stepping into the flat once Sherlock had opened the door. "I don't know about you, but I'm going to drink something now - preferably something that is not just water - and then sleep before I do anything else..." he announced, already walking towards the kitchen. "Do you want something, too?"

[deductionismyarea]

armydoctortobe replied to your post: “(I just saw your last post - the ‘interesting outfit’ one… and I couldn’t resist. Sorry?) - “Is there anything you want to tell me, Sherlock…?”:

"Kitten is actually a rather nice nickname for you, love. You do behave like a cat quite often…"...

[armydoctortobe]

John laughed. "Oh, you are." He grinned, reaching out to scratch teasingly behind one of Sherlock’s ears before pulling him closer and into a hug. "More than you'd imagine... I like it, though.

[deductionismyarea]

armydoctortobe replied to your post: “Can I have a song, too? - I’m on my phone, so I can’t add the symbol :3”:

(Do you want an IC or OOC reply? ^^)

((Either works for me! :P))

[armydoctortobe]

"You should know that I'll always return, Sherlock." John mumbled, watching the younger with a small frown. "Why would you still worry about things like that?"

(Meh, have to reblog this one because I'm on my phone...)

[deductionismyarea]

Sherlock torn his eyes away from the girl and pressed his forhead against the to of Johns head. “Yes it was his sister… He’s a psychopath. This was his idea of ‘fun’.”

[armydoctortobe]

John slowly closed his eyes, pressing his face into Sherlock's shoulder. He was still shaking, even though he did his best to suppress it.

"Fun." he repeated in a flat voice, taking another shaky breath. "I wonder if his idea of fun includes me killing him..."

He hesitated for a while, trying to find some sense of safety in Sherlock's arms, then sighed. "We can't just... leave her here..."

[redheadweirdo]

MAKE ME CHOOSE BETWEEN 2 THINGS

[deductionismyarea]

Sherlock grinned. He was glad he had found someone that made everything a little better. He simply wished he could remember more about the blond. 

"I’m not sure how I lost it." He said. "I woke up around noon and I couldn’t remember anything. I spent a few hours wondering around the flat and reading a few of my journals. You came home about two hours after I stopped going through things. I was trying to work my way through my ‘Mind Palace’, as my 12 year old self called it, but I can’t. I can walked through the halls but I can’t open the doors…" 

He sighed. Then yawned. “I think I’m getting tired… Am I aloud to sleep beside you? It may help trigger memories, being close to you. And if not then lets hope I have my memories back by morning.”

[armydoctortobe]

John raised an eyebrow in surprise, but then nodded. "Of course you are - although I imagine it would be pretty weird for you, sleeping next to a stranger." He pointed out, then shrugged.

"I certainly wouldn't mind sleeping next to you."

[deductionismyarea]

"You don’t need to try, love. You’ve always been perfect for me, even before we became a couple. So patient, kind, and protective." Sherlock wrapped his arms around John’s middle and planted a kiss on his cheek.

[armydoctortobe]

John chuckled. "With your tendency to get into trouble I hardly have another choice than to be protective." he grinned, resting his hands on Sherlock's shoulders.

"... and your talent to spill acid over things, including yourself."

[deductionismyarea]

Sherlock smiled weakly at the quote. He move his hand to John’s and held it. He was glad that John wouldn’t have to go into work for a while. He had to admit he was a little afraid John would want to go back sooner rather than later though, if only just to escape Sherlock or any unwanted memories.

"I won’t be going back to work for a while either. Lestrade and My aren’t going to let me, I’m sure." He muttered. Turning his head a bit he sighed in relief. The flat was in sight and in just a few minutes they would finally be home. He was certainly looking forward to being able to shower and sleep.

[armydoctortobe]

John tilted his head, smiling slightly. The thought of not having to worry about Sherlock for a while was nice - and he could have a closer look at him when he was home.

When the car finally stopped, he opened the door and got out, leaning against the car for support until he regained his balance. After a moment, he turned to wait for Sherlock, smiling at him.