Wrote an angsty johnstrade this morning:
A Moment’s Respite – Lost after Sherlock’s suicide, John takes refuge for a night with Greg Lestrade.
teaser below the cut
It had been nearly a year since Sherlock had jumped and things weren’t any easier. John moved through his days, did what he had to do, but it was like part of him was gone forever and the sun had gone out.
So when Greg asked him out for drinks, his first thought was to turn him down, but figuring he had nothing else to lose, he met the DI at a pub. Greg steered the conversation away from painful subjects for the first few pints and for the first time in a long while, John started to really relax.
A few pints after that, John became aware of Greg’s hand on his knee. He smiled at him. “This wasn’t all a ploy to take advantage, was it?”
Greg pulled his hand back. “Certainly not…I’m just worried about you.”
John grabbed his hand and put it on his own thigh. “I’m okay with this. I…haven’t been with anyone, since…”
Squeezing, Greg leaned forward. “We are both drunk.”
“I don’t care. Your place?”
“My cars parked ‘round back. I’m no shape to drive, though.” Greg watched him.
“So like teenagers then, fine by me.” John got up unsteadily and led the way out
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