Despite the initial misunderstanding, John had stuck around anyway. Addicted to the jeopardy that Sherlock was continuously immersed in. Needy for the heightened buzz of the battlefield. If army doctor, Captain John Watson of the Fifth Northumberland Fusiliers couldn't be in a war zone, then hanging out with the world's only Consulting Detective seemed to suffice to some extent.
It was an irritation to Sherlock that John craved physical and emotional companionship. Probably a side effect of his Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. Always a random girlfriend on the scene giving him what Sherlock wouldn't.
Or couldn't whilst he'd been away pretending to be dead for two years.
What Sherlock most regretted was underestimating the allure of Mary Morstan.
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Within Arm's Reach // Sherlock fanfiction
FanfictionAny closer could be dangerous, too close to his heart. It was a territory that Sherlock had no desire to either lose or find himself in. Johnlock fic with spoilers for S3.
