What John Knew

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Title: What John Knew
Author: Keira Marcos
Beta: Chris King
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes (Ritchie ‘Verse)
Status: Complete
Word Count: 1,541
Pairing: Holmes/Watson (past John Watson/Mary Morstan)
Rating: R
Warnings: canon character deaths discussed
Spoilers: Sherlock Holmes: Game of Shadows (and the books to some degree)
Summary: He’s always known everything he needed to know about Sherlock Holmes

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In the beginning…

John knew the day he met Sherlock Holmes—an introduction by a mutual friend who later apologized multiple times—that he’d met the person he’d spend the rest of his life with. The consulting detective had looked at Watson and seen his past. John had looked at Holmes and he’d seen his future—in gritty, glorious, painful detail riddled with loss and punctuated with more loyalty than he’d ever had the privilege of earning.

In the middle…

John knew that Sherlock Holmes would never touch him the way he wanted to be touched. So, he settled. He chased women, merrily he might even say, about town until he found one with spirit and compassion and who put up with Holmes. To say that took work was an understatement but Mary… accepted Sherlock for what he was and what he would never be. She didn’t much like him but over the months she learned to tolerate him, perhaps even like him though John thought he might have to threaten her with torture to get her to admit it.

Near the end…

John knew that Sherlock was in love with him. He felt the devotion and the affection of the man’s fierce love all the way down to the bottoms of his feet the day he took his hand and led him quietly into the church where Mary waited in a beautiful white dress. It had always been there—lingering in his complaints about John’s gambling and his womanizing.

Holmes was a passionate man—with immense appetites for knowledge, for danger, for that dreaded 7% solution, and even the occasional woman when it suited his purpose. But the love he gave John was chaste—perfect and brimming with a ridiculous amount of self-sacrifice and selfishness. As he left the church with Mary that day, John Watson allowed himself a few precious agonizing seconds to hate Sherlock Holmes.

Before the fall…

John knew that Sherlock was brilliant. He knew the world’s only consulting detective was brave. And despite his habit of bare knuckle brawling and indulging in cocaine—he’d never once thought that the son of a bitch was suicidal. Whatever had driven Sherlock Holmes onto that train in London then all the way to Switzerland to play Moriarty’s greedy little game drove the man to make the ultimate play to win.

John knew, deep down where his misery pooled deep as the ocean that Sherlock Holmes had died to protect him. He’d killed James Moriarty to save John Watson’s life. How the most brilliant man he’d ever known could think that Watson would want a life without him—John didn’t know.

After the game…

Then a small part of John knew that Sherlock Holmes was no more dead than he himself was. He knew because on that first day—the day they met he saw his future sprawled out in all of its ugly glory with Sherlock Holmes. John lived and therefore Sherlock had no choice but to live as well. They were… connected.

There were clues. Obvious, insulting clues that told him that Sherlock was alive and that he was back in London. He whispered not a word of it to anyone—not his wife, not Mycroft Holmes who would appear periodically in John’s life as if he were keeping a watch on Sherlock’s doctor. Then Mary fell ill and what was left of John’s small, comfortable world crumbled.

The little things intensified—tea would appear on the bedside table where he sat in vigil with Mary as she slowly faded from life. His favorite blanket would be draped over him when he knew it had been left at Baker Street so long ago. Guilt would settle deep on him—as he reveled in the distinct smell of Sherlock Holmes clinging to the blanket. He felt like a monster. He held her hand all the more tightly for it.

He buried his wife on a cool September morning surrounded by those who would assume they were his closest friends and her family. John had no family to speak of but he mustered through the day and hadn’t been at all surprised when Mycroft Holmes had appeared at his side early on and lingered there the rest of the day—moving people away when they pressed down on John too much.

Mycroft’s people lingered, prodded, and at times outright bullied people to keep John focused and above all else in control of himself. John allowed himself a full bloody hour to hate Mycroft Holmes—it seemed appropriate since Sherlock wasn’t there to do it for himself.

And of course…

Sherlock Holmes returned to John on an ordinary day, bursting into his surgery with the energy of five over indulged children and alight with righteous interest and utterly fascinated with himself. John punched him in the face. It was easily the third most satisfying moment of his life—the first being so classified even he can’t think about it and the second being that sweet moment when he had lifted Mary’s veil in that beautiful church and she’d smiled so prettily at him. Relieved, obviously to see him where he was supposed to be rather than in a prison with Holmes he was sure.

He kicked the world’s only consulting detective right out of his house. Fourth most satisfying moment of his life completely and utterly accomplished. Five hours later he and Gladstone are huffing it up the stairs of Baker Street all the while Mrs. Hudson is downstairs pretending like she isn’t thrilled that Holmes has returned. The single biggest clue in the whole mess, of course, had been the fact that the woman never rented out 221B. Some of the more morbid people about town thought the dotty old woman had made a memorial for Holmes but John had known that Mycroft Holmes had never stopped paying his younger brother’s rent from the family Trust.

Sherlock was sprawled recklessly on a sofa, no cocaine in sight to John’s relief. He poked the man with his cane and winced at the bruise blossoming on his left cheek.

“Ah, my dear Watson, you have come to visit me.”

“Yes, well, it seemed the thing to do since you’ve returned from the dead and all.” John poked him again just for the sheer hell of it.

Sherlock rolled to his feet and stared him for a long, silent moment. “I missed you,” he declares as if he’s just announced the current weather.

It might rain. It’s dreadfully hot. I missed you. John wanted to punch him again. He seriously considers it—he figured he might even owe it to his country and his Queen to knock Sherlock bloody Holmes completely unconscious for the rest of the day. He balled up his fist to do it.

Except, Holmes did something John never expected him to do.

In the end…

John never knew the taste of Sherlock’s mouth on his. He never expected to learn the feel of his hands on him—guided by passion than by mere friendly concern. He never expected to be prodded out of his own clothes then onto the cool, crisp sheets of Holmes’ bed. He thought he’d never know the way Sherlock’s body yielded—slick and hot around his cock as they rocked together both overcome with lust and stupidity.

Seconds, minutes, hours… later John lay on his back staring at the ceiling and Sherlock reached out and touched his face so gently, carefully as if he pressed too hard on him he might burst into a million pieces.

“I love you.”

“Oh, I’ve always known that.” John turned slightly and looked at his startled friend. “I just didn’t suppose you’d ever admit it.”

Sherlock huffed. “You didn’t know. How could you know when I didn’t?”

“Because you are a fool and I am a coward.”

The frown he earned for that particular statement was one that usually led to a fist fight. Watson tensed briefly but then relaxed when Holmes just fell back on the bed and pouted. “You didn’t say it back.”

“Haven’t you deduced it?”

“Is this revenge for pretending to be dead?” Holmes demanded. “I gave you clues, John. I gave you hundreds of bloody clues! If you didn’t know I was alive I think I’ll just take my feelings back!”

John laughed and sighed. “I knew, of course I knew you were bloody alive. You might as well have taken out an advertisement in the paper. You know better than to go anywhere I can’t follow.” He snagged Sherlock’s hand and curled their fingers together. “I do love you—you’ve ruined me for a normal life. We’ll probably end up in prison.”

Sherlock grinned. “Together then?”

“To the bloody end,” John agreed.

John knew the day he met Sherlock Holmes that he’d met the love of his life.

The game is afoot… 

Keira Marcos

In my spare time, I write fanfiction and lead a cult of cock worshippers on the Internet. It's not the usual kind of hobby for a 40ish "domestic engineer" but we live in a modern world and I like fucking with people's expectations.


  1. *fangirling wildly*

  2. haven’t seen the film… imagined the BBC Sherlock crew…. loved the fic because it’s them to a T

  3. OMG, I loved this!

  4. *blinking wildly* Damn, that’s a rather nice piece of work.

    I have got to see these movies now, I’d never thought they’d be any good…. but I’ll give ’em a chance now. *bows in Keira’s direction* Milady.

  5. Awesomeness Keira. pure awesomeness.

  6. This was a wonderful read. The fact that Watson knows Sherlock loves him was excellent 🙂

  7. Cool, new style.
    You ROCK, you know that?

    Also, I was almost disappointed when I read ‘end’ because I thought for a sec’ that it was the end, so… I don’t know I just love it.

  8. I almost wanted to cry.

    God, you are so talented. To plunge a person into the depths of despair and then resurrect hop of a glorious shared future? Brilliant.

    Hope you and the CP are well and you having been pining for the presence of Hugh too much….

  9. Oh! what a beautiful love story. I cried while reading it. Is it a fancy on my part, but when you write Sherlock/John, it is as if you write from inside out ? I am not sure I make sense.But I appreciate the somewhat delicate writing.
    Thank you for this story.
    Lise St-O.

  10. oh I really loved that, the emotions in it was perfect and what I could see when I watched the movie.

    Thank you for writing this

  11. Beautiful story. I’ve been reading the original stories by Conan Doyle and they are such a couple. I like your John’s reaction to Sherlock’s reappearance better than Doyle’s, he deserved that punch for hiding from John for years. Loved your wonderful description of Sherlock “energy of five overindulged children…” made me laugh. Thank you for sharing.

  12. I almost cried reading this because I’m feeling soppy and apparently this was just what I needed right now. <3 Your writing is always a pleasure to read but this may be a new favorite as it breaks my heart and pieces it back together in a different happy but slightly melancholy little shape. Anything that evokes strong emotion in me is good writing but this hits so many notes it's a symphony of feeling inside. This and Emotional Clockwork (omg the porn in that is SMOLDERING) are going to be things I come back to on a bad day when I need something lightheartedly sad.

  13. Well, good morning! What a lovely surprise to start the day. Keira, this is gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous. The pictures you’ve painted with each part are subtle and powerful. Brava! Thank you so much for sharing this. <3

  14. This was totally awesome. You captured them perfectly.

  15. *gawd* I love you! This is bloody brilliant. It is SOOOOO them. So very, very them.

    I’ve never seen the latest BBC version but I am completely in love with Guy Richie’s movies – with Robert Downey, Jr.’s Sherlock and Jude Law’s Watson. OMG – talk about a slashy pairing both on an off screen – the two of them on Graham Norton was just toooooo great. *g*

    Thank you for this. Thank you.

  16. *Sigh* you sure do write pretty Ma’am. Of course now I’m going to have to watch the 2nd film!
    Thanks for this Keira, I really liked it a lot and the joy of it made me smile on a very dreary and dull Sunday.
    Hugs, Hxx

  17. Brilliant! Great job.

  18. Oh gorgeous. I find it hard to find good stories based in the movie!verse instead of the BBC!verse (not that I don’t like those too). The characterizations are just perfect, of course Watson would know Holmes was in love before Holmes himself. Brilliant, thank you for making my morning.

  19. *sigh* This is awesome. You have a wonderful way with words. 😀

  20. I love the picture at the top (the smirk is SO Holmes in this story and the movie and RDJ in RL;) I love the stages of the story’s unfolding; I love that everyone honored John’s commitment to Mary and that John actually loved her; I loved the four most satisfying moments of Watson’s life, though I’d dearly like to hear about the first no matter how classified; and I am completely in love with your storytelling brain.

  21. SO ADORABLE. I love you.

  22. Is it weird that the first movie is currently playing on the tv behind me? Which makes this even more tasty since I can just turn and look at the two lovelies together.
    I’m new to the Sherlock fandom (both Ritchie and BBC), but with fics like these, I’m a fangirl all the way!

  23. Short and so sweet.

    You know I am a straight woman, so being in love with a woman is a new one on me, but I am in love with you (even if I am old enough to be your mom).

  24. Oh, perfect! I always love things written from John’s POV, and this is so perfect. You managed to get their relationship, how dysfunctional and perfect they are together, and how Mary fits in without spoiling everything or being just some beard. I loved the little clues, and the bonus Mycroft was wonderful! I love John and Mycroft’s relationship, long-sufferingly keeping Sherlock in line. Perfect and beautifully done, thank you for sharing.

  25. After spending a frankly horrific weekend enduring relatives up north with no internet this is this a most brilliant welcome home x

  26. Sherlock huffed. “You didn’t know. How could you know when I didn’t?”

    “Because you are a fool and I am a coward.”

    oh, lovely. just perfect. <3 <3 <3

  27. You. Are absolutely amazing.

  28. Stunning! Sighs happily. Brilliant!

  29. Yessssss! This perfectly fits the fanfic I write in my head when ever I watch those movies~ :3

  30. Wonderfully wonderful
    I really enjoyed reading this and love how you portrayed the relationship between these two <3<3

  31. The concept that Sherlock left hundred of multiple clues that he was alive to John si great. The idea that John knew and punched him anyway is even better

    Great characterization and marvelous work. Thanks for shairing Keira!

  32. Absolutely perfect. Thanks for all the hard work and for sharing with us, your devoted fans.

  33. I loved everything about this, just brilliant!

  34. I read this when you first posted it, despite having not seen either of the movies. Last night on the flight over, I finally watched Game of Shadows and this story is now my headcanon for the backstory and everything after the closing scene. So totally spot on.

    (And, wow, there wasn’t a lot of ‘sub’ to the subtext in that movie. I loved RDJ’s Badass!Woobie!Holmes.)

  35. Lovely story! You captured them so perfectly!

  36. This is the first Sherlock Holmes piece Ive read and I loved it.

  37. I didn’t read this when you first posted, as I didn’t want any spoilers for the new movie, but I finally managed to see the it last night. The first thing I did after watching it, aside from making happy squeaking noises, was to come and read this. And, it was so worth the wait. The interactions between John and Sherlock, especially after he comes back, are just delightful and spot on. Thank you for the absolutely lovely read.

  38. Thanks for exploring the possibilities of the ‘richie verse as well as the BBC version. Your words really brought this pairing and their world to life.

  39. This was utterly right.

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