For Joan

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Continued from here.

(warnings: sexytimes. also, panic attacks, brutal violence, attempted murder, discussion of suicide and actual murder... )

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Their expressions don't really betray whether or not they know, since they would all be looking sympathetic after a loss anyway.

"Yes please," he answers. After he stopped being on pain meds (a thankfully not too awful process, with Joan's support and knowledge), he did go back to his usual amount of drinking. At least whenever Sherlock's not around, at which times he limits himself. Now definitely seems like a good time for a drink though.

"How was your Christmas?" he asks, glad to have something to talk about besides the match, as he goes to sit down next to Joan. He's no longer as cold and stiff as he was earlier, but he still feels a little awkward about it all.

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It depends on what he thinks she might have told them, of course. Keeley knows they were fighting. She would never tell them why.

He sits next to her, and she glances at him with a small smile of grateful relief. She wouldn't have been surprised if he had kept his distance. She wouldn't blame him either.

She takes his hand, squeezing it gently.

Keeley tells them about Phoebe's bad breath and their door-to-door search for a dentist. Rebecca talks about bringing presents to children. Joan smiles and nods, listening to their stories, holding Ted's hand.

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Ted just doesn't want to let on to Keeley and Rebecca about the conversation they had earlier. And... It's still nice to get that comfort and presence from Joan. Even if they haven't cleared the air, it's not like this was going to break their relationship just like that.

He doesn't quite reciprocate, but he does let her hold his hand. He listens to them recounting their Christmas, smiling and giving his usual reactions and questions. He's glad they all had good ones - well, relatively speaking, in Keeley's case.

He just gives a quick recap of their own day - gifts with Henry, then dinner and a movie with Joan and Sherlock. He doesn't mention It's A Wonderful Life.

Soon enough though, he says he'd better head on home, and he gets to his feet. He doesn't look at expectantly at Joan or anything, letting her decide for herself if she plans to come with him now or not.

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She nods in support of Ted's explanation of their Christmas, letting him be the one to say how it all went. When he stands up she does likewise, wanting to at least have some moments with him alone before they part ways, however that happens. She says goodbye to the other two, and Keeley gives her a smile and an encouraging nod. She smiles back.

Once they're in the stairwell, Joan turns to him.

"I'm sorry about the game," she says softly.

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Ted stops, stuffing his hands in his pockets. He gives a huff and smiles, but in a somewhat exasperated way, shaking his head a little. Clearly more annoyed than comforted by the statement.

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She stops and turns to him with a sigh. "Okay. I get it. You don't want me to say sorry about the game, you want me to apologize for what I did. I'm sorry I hurt you."

She sighs again and turns, seeing no point in being here if he's going to freeze her out.

"I have a case. I should get back to it. Call me if you want to talk."

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He's glad that she does realize and apologize. Not the most heartfelt or in-depth apology, but it's a lot better than nothing. It frustrated him that she could clearly see how much it hurt him, and even then refused to admit fault, still acting like it was the right thing to do, no matter how much Ted had felt betrayed by it. A small sorry does help.

Before she has a chance to walk away, he pulls his hand of his pocket to take hers for a moment, giving it a soft squeeze.

"Be safe," he says softly, which is what he usually says when she's working a case, and he never really knows whether or not it's gonna end up dramatic. And if it does, he doesn't want their last words to be so cold. But... he still needs a little time to process.

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Joan can't make an in-depth apology because she doesn't think what she did was wrong. It wasn't like she read his emails or eavesdropped on his phone conversations. Police reports are in most cases available to the public. And she still believes that what she did was for the best. But she is still deeply sorry that she hurt him.

He takes her hand and she turns back to him, her expression a strange mix of sorrow and resignation. She gives him a small nod and the shadow of a smile. "I will," she says. She squeezes his hand back, then lets go and walks away.

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Ted watches her go, feeling deeply sad about everything. He knows they'll work through it, but it doesn't make it any less difficult.

He sighs to himself, then goes down to the office to grab his stuff and walk home - the one in Richmond, in this case. He knows Joan will likely be over in B anyway, but he wants to be close to the pub, the comfort of familiar surroundings, and maybe a dinner with Beard, if he's not distracted by Jane. (Apparently them 'going as friends' to that event had mended their relationship for the time being.)

Even if today there's a chance of him getting some rough comments from people in the pub, given the loss. But he's used to that much.

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Joan returns to 221B and throws herself into the work. Sherlock sees how sad she is but he doesn't say anything, knowing that the best thing to do for her is to proceed with the case. They've been after this murderer for most of the week, so there's a lot of staring at evidence and trying to see something in it that they haven't seen before. It's midnight when Joan suddenly realizes one of the CCTV images had been altered, which led them to question why and who would have the power to do that, which led to them following the trail back to a uniformed officer in the evidence department at the Yard, who had a secret relationship with the victim and killed them to cover it up.

It's four AM when Joan returns from the police station. She goes to 221A, and she sees Ted's coat isn't on the rack. He's not there.

She goes into the bedroom, crawls into bed alone, and holds his pillow, as tears silently slip down her cheeks.

Late the next morning, she gets a devastating phone call.

Ted's phone buzzes around noon. It's Sherlock.

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Ted goes to bed a lot earlier, but he also feels awfully sad and alone as he does so. But he searches himself, and finds that his anger has mostly subsided. There's still something that bothers him, which he's still trying to pinpoint, but...

He starts to consider how nice it might be that Joan knows - even if they don't talk about it, she'll be able to understand things related to that. She would, as she had said, be able to check on him.

It was only ever motivated by love, he knows that, and a large part of his anger and hurt was simply from having to confront that issue without any sort of choice of his own.

The next morning, Ted's at the office, having gotten up early to watch the game film. He's alone at the office when the call comes, and he frowns. Sherlock usually texts. And he hasn't gotten anything from Joan. He's immediately worried.

"Hey, what's up?" he answers the phone, unusually straight to the point.

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Sherlock likewise gets straight to the point, although for him it's far more characteristic.

"Watson's mother died last night."

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Ted pauses to process that for a second. He doesn't ask if Joan's okay - if she were hurt physically, Sherlock would've said that first, and if she weren't upset, then Sherlock wouldn't have called.

"I'll come right away," he says, already grabbing his things. "Where is she, is she at yours?"

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"Yes, she is upstairs. I haven't heard her move for some time."

That alarms Sherlock more than anything. Usually when something goes wrong, Watson does something. He would expect her to at least be packing. But she's up in her room with the door closed, and utterly silent.

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That definitely is alarming. What's even worse is that Joan didn't call Ted herself. You'd think something like that, she'd call him even if their situation was a bit tense. But... actually, he's not that surprised that she didn't.

"I'll be there soon," he says, already on his way out, jacket and backpack in hand. "Thank you for letting me know."

He'll be there as quick as a cab can take him, practically running just to get there a little faster. He texts Beard in the cab, says he has an emergency. She'll probably have to fly back to the States... Ted wonders if he can get some days off to go with her.

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When Sherlock hangs up he goes up to Watson's room, and stands there for a long moment, his hand against her door, not knowing what to do. He doesn't know how to comfort his friend and partner, the person he loves more than anyone. She had told him at one time that just being there for someone was enough, but it feels wrong to open the door, or even to knock.

So after that moment he goes downstairs to wait for Ted.

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Ted gets there as fast as he can, thanking and tipping the cab driver for driving quickly. He's already pulling the keys out of his pocket, not even wanting to wait for Sherlock to open the door.

He hurries inside, and almost bumps into Sherlock. "Hey. Is she still upstairs?" he asks.

He knows it's not an emergency that actually requires this level of urgency, but it sure feels like it. He doesn't want her to have to spend a moment alone more than she needs to.

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Sherlock is actually fairly impressed by how quickly Ted has managed to get there, but he's not surprised. He knows Ted would do anything for Watson.

He steps aside, gesturing up the stairs with a nod and not a word. There really isn't anything to be said. He knows Ted will take care of Watson. He trusts him with her.

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Ted goes up the stairs two at a time, though he slows as he gets to the door, not wanting to stomp and burst right in there.

He pauses, taking a breath to steady himself, then knocks gently. "Joan? It's Ted," he says, waiting. For all he knows, she might actually want to be alone.

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Joan is sitting inside the room, on the bed, in the dark, staring at the floor. She hears the knock and hears Ted's voice, and for a long moment she's silent, the seconds just slipping past her as she's unable to catch hold. Finally she takes a breath and manages to form a word.

"Yes," she says softly, just barely loud enough for him to hear. It's all she can manage at the moment.

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The long pause really worries him, though he tries to tell himself she might just be asleep. But then she answers, and Ted takes that as invitation to enter, so he opens the door. And she's just sitting there on the bed, in the dark. It makes his heart hurt.

"Hey sweetie," he says softly, letting the door stay open as he steps inside, so at least some light can come in. He goes and sits down next to her, moving gently, and wrapping an arm around her shoulders. He doesn't say anything else for the moment.

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She doesn't look up as he comes in, and for a moment she is completely still as he wraps an arm around her shoulders.

Then she leans against him, and rests her head on his shoulder.

She knows Sherlock must have called him. Which means that he must know what's going on. She doesn't need to say anything, which is good, because she's not sure she can actually say the words.

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Ted kisses the top of her head and rests his head gently against hers, calmly stroking at her arm. It breaks his heart to see her like this, not even trying to keep up a brave face.

"I'm so sorry," he says softly. He's just going to sit here with her for as long as she needs. He thinks about saying something more, but there's nothing really to say, nothing that could make it better. He knows this isn't something he can fix, so he's just going to be present, someone for her to lean on, both physically and metaphorically.

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She can't put on any sort of face right now. It's one of the reasons she's in here, shut away, in the dark, where no one can see her. She's utterly raw and vulnerable, and she can't let herself be seen like this. In a way she's just like Ted...having to be strong, in control, the helper and not the one desperately in need.

But she's let Ted in. She knows he'll protect her. That he'll love her even when she falls apart.

She pulls away from him, but only to crawl onto the bed and lie down on her side. She touches his arm, wanting him to lie down with her.

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For a moment he's not sure whether she wants him to leave or not, the way she's pulling away, but then she reaches for his arm, and he gives a soft (and incredibly sad) smile and nods.

He kicks off his shoes and peels off his jacket, leaving both on the floor as he crawls into bed with her, wrapping his arms around her. "I love you," he murmurs quietly, because he hasn't said it enough lately.