WHATEVER WE HAVE BETWEEN US IS WHAT THEY WANT TO ABUSE

[hydrates]

NOT JUST A WEAPON You don't have delusions of grandeur. You've never been more than a pawn, a tool to be used by others. A hammer to wield, worth only the power to destroy and not much else. That was the reality you knew, at least, until this person looked at you and you alone. Not your usefulness, only you. They were the first to treat you like you weren't below everyone, like you belong - maybe by their side? Maybe that's a place where it's worth fighting to stay. This meme was mostly made with shipping in mind, but you can do gen if you want idk it's your life. Just be clear with what you want. Comment. Prefs. You know the deal. Thread.

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[captainwatson]

John smiles at the drawings and back at Sherlock.

"I bet she'll love it next time I bring her and she can come see her 'angel' up close." he smiles; "She never stops going on about you. I'm beginning to see how Mary and my other girlfriends would feel when all I could ever talk about was Sherlock Holmes."

[desecrated]

He shakes when John says the name. He doesn't feel like that person. He might have known them but... did Basilisk kill him?
A fake a fraud an imposter. How does John know he isn't?

[captainwatson]

"I would stay tonight, if I could. But she's feeling great and I know she'll be wanting me." John apologises, standing up; "But we'll sort this out. I promise. I'm gonna do everything I can to try to bring you home."

He touches Sherlock's shoulder softly.

[desecrated]

He flinches again. Not used to kind touch. He can't seem to help it. Touch means pain. He can't remember them beating him but he knows they did. Why do you want a dangerous thing like him at your house with your little girl?

[captainwatson]

John kisses him again, this time on his hair, very softly.

"Hope you sleep better. I'll be back on Wednesday, okay." he smiles, his heart being pulled; "Goodnight..."

I love you.

[desecrated]

"Goodnight," he says, relaxing briefly at the kiss on his head. He feels like a small child.
He stays still, and then lays down when John leaves, almost covering his face to cry.

He doesn't understand. Doesn't he belong in this cell?

[captainwatson]

Mycroft begins to visit Sherlock in his cell also after seeing how well he reacted with John. He's not quite as affectionate. He does finally inform their parents. Sherlock's mother will throw all caution to the wind as she tearfully embraces the son she thought was dead.

Meanwhile John tries to track down information on this Book.

[desecrated]

John will find very little. Almost like Sherlock could be lying.
As for the Ghost he doesn't know how to react to the teary woman hugging and kissing him and weeping and calling him "son".

Does he belong here now, instead of the cell in ... wherever their base was...

[captainwatson]

John refuses to let Sherlock be confined in that damn cell for years, maybe decades, until they find some damn book. He tells Mycroft as such, who does have another suggestion.

"You and your daughter's safety is already compromised and I have already offered a witness protection service...Perhaps you would reconsider if my brother is included as well?"

John listens. The thought of moving far away from London and changing their names had felt so drastic. Like giving in.

But he wants Sherlock free.

One morning he arrives at Sherrinford with Rosie. She rushes through the opening and hugs her 'angel' before presenting him with a daisy chain bracelet she made.

[desecrated]

He seems to accept the child's presence a bit more easily now, though he's still wary.
"Thank you. Pretty."
He's not sure if he means her or the daisy chain.
Is it spring?

He realizes he doesn't know. There was no seasons to him, no... existence outside his cell and the shower adjacent.

[captainwatson]

"Sherlock, I've been talking to your brother. He's going to move Rosie and me out to the countryside. Give us new names and identities." He explains; "I'm now Dr. James Wilson." John smiles a little.

"And I'm Cathy!" Pipes the child. She seems to prefer that name.

"Catherine Rose, so Daddy and others are forgiven for still calling you Rosie sometimes." John pats her hair.

He then looks at Sherlock.

"I...We'd both like you to come live with us. In Sussex." He asks, shyly.

[desecrated]

He seems confused by this. Isn't he dangerous? Aren't they afraid he'll snap and kill them all?

He wouldn't want to though.
"What name were you thinking of for me?" He has a unique name it won't do to...make something too similiar. Even if he does still feel like Ghost.

Why do you want me with you? Don't I deserve to be here?

[captainwatson]

"Angel!" Rosie, or rather Cathy, suggests cheekily.

John tuts; "He can't be called 'Angel', love. Sherlock can choose for himself." He looks back at the man and shrugs; "It's up to you. I mean, I'd still want you to call me John at home and I think you'll always be Sherlock to me. Mycroft said you could go back to William. It's your choice."

[desecrated]

He gives a brief smile for the sweet child. He doesn't know. What about...other people won't he hurt them? He doesn't want to, of course.

"I would have no idea. Perhaps I'd just stay in the house anyway... since then I won't slip and call you John and Rosie as it is."

He looks bothered. Sherrinford comes to mind, but that's the name of his prison.

[captainwatson]

"There's beehives in the back." John smiles; "Could be a hobby?"

"Can we make honey?" Rosie bounces.

[desecrated]

He perks up a little. "You know bees don't sting unless they're threatened? They...they die too. They can only sting the once." Normal. He isn't ... normal.
He wants to be though. That he's not a killer with blood on his hands...

[captainwatson]

"Bees are cute." She smiles; "Wouldn't scare the bees. I help take care of them?"

"Maybe when you're a bit older." John says, cautiously. He looks at Sherlock; "So...is that a yes? You don't have to decide now."

[desecrated]

He nods a bit. "That's a yes. I don't know good names though."

[captainwatson]

"You'll be Sherlock for us. Well, Angel for Rosie." John winks.

"Cathy, Daddy!" she chastises.

"Sorry, Your Highness." John rolls his eyes.

A guard comes in and puts a pressed suit into the hatch, sliding it so that John can pass it to Sherlock.

[desecrated]

"And I just won't talk to anyone else..." Carefully. Scared, really.

[captainwatson]

"You could talk to whoever you want." John tells him; "They don't know who you are, they have no reason to fear you. If someone does recognise you, being a celebrity, they wouldn't know about what you did with Basilisk."

"I don't always like talking to people. People are stupid." Cathy mentions.

John scoffs; "I sometimes wonder if she's really your daughter."

[desecrated]

Sherlock nods, starting to undress...
They're always watching anyway, regardless of whether he's in the shower or not...

[captainwatson]

John tells Rosie (Cathy, whatever, that will take some time) to turn around to give Sherlock privacy as he gets changed.

Finally the cell door opens once Sherlock is ready.

John smiles at him, feeling like he's seeing the old Sherlock again, after all this time. He wants to hug him. That might be too much.

Rosie isn't as awkward and gladly takes Sherlock's hand.

"Angel come home?"

[desecrated]

He nods. The damage is at least covered now, he hadn't even thought he shouldn't undress... Home?

There's a lump in his throat. The texture of the wallpaper...why did that stay and little else has?

[captainwatson]

"We can stay at Baker Street a couple more nights until the cottage is ready." John explains as they finally leave the prison, coaxing Sherlock onto the helicopter.