Found the below weird sort of fic from 2021 and thought I’d throw it up here tho’ I think maybe I posted it on AO3. It’s kind of a convo between mind and body with mentions of (my) chemo and a little joanlock. Didn’t correct grammar, tenses, etc.
Having an infusion today and dragging. I asked my body (yes, I talk to my body) what it would take to make it feel better. And the answer came back loud and quick as a flash -
Body: WILD SEX WITH JONNY LEE MILLER!!!
Mind: No, dearest, you are almost (but not quite) old enough to be that man’s mother. Be reasonable.
Body: A swim in the ocean?
Mind: We live in the desert.
Mind: (holding a bag of fruit and veg just bought to get thru the recovery process) That we can do (goes back into the store)
Body: (whispers) … could you maybe write me a story about JLM in the ocean, salt water dripping from tattoos…
Mind: okay, okay … hush … I’m trying to choose ice cream….
Much later, Mind is slightly addled from the chemo, Body (eating ice cream) is alternating between itchy and sharp weird pains …
Mind: The first deep breath of salt air stopped her. She raised her head up towards the overcast sky and inhaled deeply, and slowly lowering her head, she exhaled the sea back out towards the waves. Joan dug her toes into the wet sand, feeling her body relax for the first time in months. Beside her, Sherlock dropped the cooler and beach bags; she watched his muscled torso, tattooed and hirsute, emerge as he pulled off his tshirt.
Body: ooh muscled … tattooed … hirsute … good… good!
Mind: Eat your ice cream.
Mind: Shoes kicked off, his pants dropped revealing …
Body: (gasp) (throat cleared) …sorry
Mind: (stern look, secretly pleased by Body’s reaction) …Revealing a tight pair of red speedos. No. No, wait, scratch that - too Mulder … uhm … Revealing indigo blue trunks loosely hanging from his hips. “Come Watson, off with your clothes.” He rolled down his waist band enough to pull and tie the white belt cords, “Wouldn’t want to loose my cossie,” he waggled his eyebrows at her. She stared blankly at him trying not to imagine what his “cossie” was and what it looked like.
Sherlock grabbed at her hand and started towards the water. “You’re taking too, long let’s go.” Joan vaguely protested but the the lure of the waves was too much and she ran with him to the water’s edge. She stopped, “Wait, help me get this thing off.” She pulled up at the hem of her white cotton cover-up and raised it over her head.
“Uhm … hold on there Watson, something’s slipped.” She felt his fingers at her breast as he adjusted her bikini top … (yawns)
Body: YOU. ARE. NOT. STOPPING THERE?! Noo.. keep going …
Mind: I’m sorry, it’s late. You’re ice cream is melting. Finish up and go brush your teeth. I need some Tylenol when you’re through.
Body. (Whimpers) Fine. But you will finish this one right?” Right?!?
A day and a half later - chemo brain, body pain and exhaustion binds body and mind to the sofa, unable to move or even make a decision as to what would be the point of moving ever again.
Mind: Hey Body? You want to add to the story. I can’t make grammar right now. Brain disconnect… you know?
Body: I don’t know. Can I? … not really good at putting … you know .. words together?
Mind: Sure you can. Use images if you don’t have words.
Body: (feeling a tingle of excitement or maybe it was just the neuropathy, started).
