His Doctor~

chapter 35

NOT DEAD. So, so sorry about my little hiatus there. I turned sixteen recently so I had a lot of birthday plans to come up with. Anyway, I am terribly sorry and I hope you forgive me. By now I hope all of you have seen S3 because this chapter contains SPOILERS (oh noes) but there will be some original writing next chap :) hope you all enjoy and the fluff is still to come.

Some notes about this chapter: For the skip code text I had to change the first "John or James" because of the gender bending and all. So I used "Joanna or Judith" because not only does "Joanna" fit but also because they are biblical woman as well. Another thing was the date of the bonfire. Guy Fawkes Day is November 5th but when John and Sherlock go to find the dissapearing train carriage, it is November 5th as well. So in this chap, the bonfire is going on November 4th.

Chapter 35

“His moves were so silent, so furtive, that he reminded me of a trained bloodhound picking out a scent. With precision unmatched, he did not merely observe, he danced, while unlocking every secret the murderer could hope to keep from him.”

“What?”

“I couldn’t help thinking what an amazing criminal he’d make if he turned his talents against the law.”

“Don’t read that.” Jo-Ann complained from the doorframe of the bathroom, peering down the hall towards the kitchen. Marius only smiled in response as he scrolled through her blog on his tablet, reading old adventures. In the past week, since Sherlock’s return, Marius grew curious as to why the detective was so fascinating. “Come on, its-”

“-Ancient history, I know.” Marius finished for her, rolling his eyes and standing straight from leaning over the kitchen counter. “But it’s not now, is it? Because he’s-” He began to speak but stopped abruptly when he caught a glimpse of Jo-Ann. Her long hair hung wet over a wide towel on her shoulders. But what caught his eye was the pair of scissors she held in her left hand. “Are you cutting your hair?!” Marius asked as he sped walked to her, looking with disbelief.

“You said it doesn’t work for me.” Jo-Ann answered.

“Sherlock said that.”

“Apparently everyone is saying that!” the doctor shouted a bit, then calmed herself. Marius laughed a bit and began acting like a schoolgirl.

“Are you going to see him again?” he fidgeted around with concealed excitement. “Again” did not necessarily refer to the night of the reveal. Several times in the past week, Sherlock attempted to make contact with his doctor. Each, unfortunately, ended in Jo-Ann showing a particular finger to his face or spitting out profanity. 

“No, I’m going to work.” Jo-Ann replied without amusement.

“Oh and after work you’re gonna see him again.” Marius concluded.

“Oh for God’s sake.” she exclaimed quietly and retreat back into the bathroom. Marius chuckled and leaned against the door frame with crossed arms. 

“Six months of subtle suggestions for a haircut from me then Mr. Cheekbones shows up and tells you to do it-”

“I don’t obey Sherlock Holmes.” Jo-Ann said angrily and combed her wet hair.

“You should put that on a T-shirt.”

“Shut up.”

“Or what?” Marius asked with a teasing tone.

“Or I will shave away all your precious hair while you sleep.” Jo-Ann snipped the scissors in his direction with a sly smile. Marius only smiled wider as he watched her slice through the first strand of her own hair.