AUTHOR: Nikki Harrington
FANDOM: Sherlock Holmes
PAIRING: Sherlock Holmes/Dr. John Watson
SUMMARY: A companion piece to Quite Content. Sherlock Holmes believes he had no choice over aspects of his character.
WORD COUNT: 500
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Written for birggitt - 'J' - Jinxed
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters, nor am I making any money from them. I merely borrow them from time to time.
I am not a man who believes in pre-determination or being ill-fated. However, there is part of me that I do believe I have no control over; that is due to some outside cause, introduced into me before my birth.
That is my sexuality; or rather my lack of it. I have no interest in women or men in regard to having a physical or emotional bond with. I have no needs or wants or desires in that direction.
And it is not just in regard to sexuality. Outside of the intimate friendship I have with Dr. John Watson I have no need for contact with others.
I do not understand love either as an emotion or a concept and I have no wish to do so. I have seen what love can do, and I often wonder why someone would choose to experience such a thing.
Once again the closest I have come to such a sentiment is what I have for, and share with, Watson. I enjoy his company and I value his assistance. I could not hope for a more loyal, more willing, more able man to have by my side during the cases I undertake. Nor could I wish for a better companion with whom to share my rooms.
And yet I was not truly aware of quite what Watson meant to me until he left my rooms to marry. To my surprise I found I missed his company, I found myself reaching for the cocaine bottle more frequently and yet turning away from it because he was not present to show his disapproval. When his wife died, I made it possible for him to return to my side, to my rooms and my life once more became balanced.
I may not know love and yet once or twice I have had the impression that Watson has feelings for me beyond those of intimate friends. He has never spoken of it; he has never given any indication of it, and yet I believe it is there. I know he will never speak of it and for that I am forever in his debt.
It is not because he is another man and that kind of relationship is forbidden in our cultural. If I were able to return his feelings, if I were able to understand them, I would not allow a small thing like it being against the law to stop me.
But I am not able to return them; I am not able to understand them. He is important to me; he is the most important person in my life. I do not know if he is aware of this, and I am unable to tell him, maybe even unable to show him. Maybe had I been made differently, had the outside cause not been introduced, then maybe . . . But we will never know.
I am who I am and I cannot change that. Nor, I believe, would my dear Watson wish me to so do.