Confessions of an Uneasy Heart

Title: Confessions of an Uneasy Heart
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes in the 22nd Century
Pairing: Implied Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
Synopsis: Watson’s left to own devices and out of boredom he comes across one of John Watson’s journals that Lestrade didn’t want him to see.
Notes: Random thoughts led to this. Also this is for my dearest friend. Also SH22 is not mine. I will put them back when I’m done. Please don’t sue. You wont get much.


I found myself quite bored. Holmes had disappeared to solve a case. He bustled off with the order to stay here. So, I found myself quite alone. I started to wander what was now my home. I found myself in the library. I have read most, if not all, of the books that Holmes collected, so with that I was just about to leave before a red-leather bound book caught my eye. I had never seen it before.

It was a simple book. Plain red, faded with age. Out of curiosity I started to read it. The contents of the book shocked me. I’ll admit to you that there are days when I truly feel like John Hamish Watson but I know I’m not. This red-leather bound book just drove the point home. Allow me to write down something of what I saw in there.

‘I don’t consider myself dense. I must have missed the change in my dearest friend’s behavior towards me because one night, Holmes stared at me for about twenty minutes before calling to me. I, of course, looked up. Much to my surprise and delight, he was above me and when I looked up he kissed me. It was chaste kiss, I think for fear that I would push him away. Holmes was about to pull away before I grabbed him to me. I started the next kiss but unlike our first one this one was full of passion. Sometime during all this Holmes had gotten on top of me. This kiss broke when we both let out a gasp.’

This book, which I now know to be John’s journal, goes into more details but I shall spare you them. I got about three quarters of the way through before Holmes came back.

“Watson! Watson! Where are you?”
“In here, Holmes.”

Holmes came into the library. He saw what I was reading, seemed stunned for a moment before quickly walking to his room. I heard his rapid footsteps and heard a hint of panic in them. I sat in till I heard him start to pace. I got up and went to his bedroom and I saw him pacing around his bed.

“I’m sorry. I guess I should explain myself. John had an obsession with writing everything down. I think to make sure it was real. Everything’s so strange for me. Being this young and in a complete different time period. As for that, I thought that journal had been either burned or buried with John. I think George saw the love between us and that’s why he kept it. I love John. I shall always love him and being around you…”

Holmes had trailed off and stopped pacing. With everything piled on him like this, he finally broke down. He collapsed but I was lucky enough to be able to catch him. Holmes started to sob in my arms. I sat down on the bed, holding him. He finally quieted down enough to talk to me again.

“Once again, I am deeply sorry. I have come to terms the fact that my flesh John shall never be back with me. I have you now. You are John Hamish Watson, just in a different body.”

He sat up and kissed me. Chastely, like the first kiss he shared with John. When I kissed him back, he smiled against my lips. Holmes put some space between us and asked me,

“Please stay. In till I fall asleep then you may go. Please.”
“I shall.”

I put him down into his bed, covered him up and took his hand to assure him I was still here. With a small smile he finally fell asleep. After about twenty minutes I moved to leave but what he said stop me,

“Don’t worry John. Mrs. Hudson won’t catch us.”

I had to suppress my laughter. I made a note to ask him about that in the morning. Drained from the day, I went off-line with Holmes’ hand still in mine.


End!