Déjà Vu, Chapter 6
💕 Meeting, at last. Also: Mycroft faces a terrible truth.
Excerpt:
The nurse pulls the curtain closed behind her, rolling her eyes as she passes John. “Another superhero.”
He’s smiling when he pulls the curtain back. “Good news, Mr Holmes.”
Looking up from the scan, he freezes. His eyes remain on the patient for a long moment: dark, curly hair; pale eyes, pronounced cheekbones. Handsome, in an eccentric way.
Reclining on the bed, long legs stretched before him, one elevated and bearing a cold pack, he’s looking at John with an expression of bewilderment.
John is equally bewildered. He’s seen this man before—not in life, but in dreams. That’s happened many times, even before he returned to London.
And he’s hallucinated him once before, in this very place. That time, it was a stab wound.
This doesn’t feel like an hallucination.
By habit, he slips into professional mode, begins to examine the ankle. “I’m Doctor Watson. You’ve stated that you fell from a second-storey window. Can you tell me how that happened, Mr Holmes?”
“Is it relevant?” The pale eyes are studying him warily.
John suppresses a smile. “Might be. And I’m simply curious.”
“I didn’t fall. I dropped, strategically.” The voice is as he has heard it in his mind a thousand times. Resonant, warm, amused.
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