The Mikaelson of Baker Street

Chapter 3: Meeting Dr. John Watson

***Recap***

(Images of the night Henrik died flashed across her memory. Henrik had woken up her and Klaus to go and see a werewolf shift, but it resulted in her youngest brother's death. Klaus and Nikki still blamed themselves for what had happened and both twins believed that if Henrik didn't die then their mother would've never created the Original Vampires and the Original Hybrids. Sherlock could tell that the topic of her brother's death still bothered her even though it happened years ago. However, Sherlock didn't quite know how many years ago.)

Sherlock: It wasn't your fault.

Nikki: Excuse me?

Sherlock: Your brother's death, it wasn't your fault.

(Nikki just smiled at her mate, she wasn't ready to tell him what she was. She wanted to gain his trust first and not scare him. Sherlock ended up surprising himself by offering her a cup of tea which Nikki accepted. As the newly found mates spent the next two hours getting to know one another, Nikki learned that her mate was the world's only consulting detective but she was a puzzle to him that he welcomed with open arms. Sherlock was surprised to find out that Nikki came from a very large family but also a wealthy family, and her family was one of the first Viking families.)

(Eventually, Nikki said goodnight to her mate and both of them promised one another that they would like to continue to get to know one another before moving forward into a relationship since Sherlock had told her that he considered himself married to his work. Nikki thought it was funny but she agreed to his terms, and both agreed to do dinner or have tea with one another once a week. Over the next three and a half months Nikki and Sherlock had grown closer to one another and had kept their relationship a secret from his brother, but that might have had something to do with Nikki using compulsion on the oldest Holmes.)

***Now***

(In a bedsit somewhere in London, John Watson is having a nightmare. He is reliving his Army days and his team is under fire somewhere abroad. A colleague cries out his name as the gunfire continues. Finally, he jolts awake and sits up in bed wide-eyed and breathing heavily until he realizes that he is safe and a long way from the war. Flopping back onto his pillow, he tries to calm his breathing as he continues to be haunted by his memories. Eventually, unable to stop himself, he begins to weep.)

(Sometime later he sat up on the side of the bed and switched on the bedside lamp. It's still dark outside. John sits quietly, wrapped up in his thoughts, and looks across to the desk on the other side of the room. A metal walking cane is leaning against the desk. He looks at it unhappily, then continues to gaze into the distance. He will not be sleeping again tonight.)

(DAY TIME. The sun has finally risen and John, now wearing a dressing gown over his nightwear, hobbles across the room leaning heavily on his cane. In his other hand, he has a mug of tea and an apple, both of which he puts down on the desk. The mug bears the arms of the Royal Army Medical Corps. Sitting down, he opens the drawer on the desk to get his laptop. As he lifts the computer out of the drawer, we see that he also has a pistol in there. Putting the laptop onto the desk and opening the lid he looks at the webpage which has automatically loaded. It reads, "The personal blog of Dr. John H. Watson". The rest of the page is blank. Later he is at his psychotherapist's office and he sits in a chair opposite her.)

Ella: How's your blog going?

John: Yeah, good. (He clears his throat awkwardly.) Very good.

Ella: You haven't written a word, have you?