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trashchildren2021-06-24 07:33 pm
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Now she's sure there's something bothering him, but she's not going to pry. She just tightens her hold a little bit, almost protectively, and turns her head to kiss his cheek.
"I'm lucky to have you too," she murmurs, her voice likewise filled with love and sadness, although doubtless for different reasons.
"I'm lucky to have you too," she murmurs, her voice likewise filled with love and sadness, although doubtless for different reasons.
He holds her for a few moments more, then gently pulls back just enough to look at her.
"You want to head to the airport?" he asks softly. They have plenty of time, so there's no rush, but they might as well wait there.
"You want to head to the airport?" he asks softly. They have plenty of time, so there's no rush, but they might as well wait there.
"Sure," she says. They have time, but they don't want to be hurrying at all. "We should swing by 221B and pick up Sherlock." They could meet up at the airport, but she feels like it's better if they go together.
Ted nods in agreement. This feels like something they should do together. "Come on, then," he says, and gives her a soft kiss, before he pulls back so they can leave.
She kisses him back and then goes to get her bags.
It's a lovely afternoon when they emerge, and Joan takes a deep breath, sighing it out and letting her shoulders relax a little before heading toward the main road to hail a cab.
It's a lovely afternoon when they emerge, and Joan takes a deep breath, sighing it out and letting her shoulders relax a little before heading toward the main road to hail a cab.
Ted follows along, glad to see her try to relax.
"Oh, one second," he says, setting down his suitcase and disappearing into a shop - specifically a bakery. He reappears minutes later with a big bag of sandwiches, as Joan has managed to get a cab. "Better than airport food."
He is well aware that Joan still hasn't eaten much.
"Oh, one second," he says, setting down his suitcase and disappearing into a shop - specifically a bakery. He reappears minutes later with a big bag of sandwiches, as Joan has managed to get a cab. "Better than airport food."
He is well aware that Joan still hasn't eaten much.
Joan loves how Ted is so thoughtful and caring. She knows he's aware that she hasn't eaten much. And he's right, these sandwiches will be miles better than the fare they're likely to find at the airport.
Once they're in the cab Joan texts Sherlock to let him know they're coming, and Sherlock texts back in his usual txtspk that he'll be ready when they get there.
That done, Joan puts her phone away and leans against Ted.
Once they're in the cab Joan texts Sherlock to let him know they're coming, and Sherlock texts back in his usual txtspk that he'll be ready when they get there.
That done, Joan puts her phone away and leans against Ted.
Ted puts his arm Joan's shoulders, leaning against her as well, continuing his gentle nattering on. He spots a nightclub with a strange name, which for some reason reminds him of Dirty Dancing, which then leads him to consider Patrick Swayze's career. He can do this sort of association game all day, if she needs.
Although he'll probably tone it down once Sherlock's there. Or maybe actually engage Sherlock in conversation, and she can listen to that if she wants instead.
Although he'll probably tone it down once Sherlock's there. Or maybe actually engage Sherlock in conversation, and she can listen to that if she wants instead.
The gentle nattering is soothing, and Joan is able to relax a little more, the physical ache of her grief easing just a bit.
When they get to 221B Joan texts Sherlock, and the detective comes down to meet them, putting his bags in the trunk of the cab and then joining them in the back, Joan sliding closer to Ted to make room.
"Did you print out the tickets?" Joan asks.
"I did." Sherlock affirms. "Your choice of seating assignments are acceptable for a Boeing 787-9. A choice of emergency exits."
When they get to 221B Joan texts Sherlock, and the detective comes down to meet them, putting his bags in the trunk of the cab and then joining them in the back, Joan sliding closer to Ted to make room.
"Did you print out the tickets?" Joan asks.
"I did." Sherlock affirms. "Your choice of seating assignments are acceptable for a Boeing 787-9. A choice of emergency exits."
Ted smiles with amusement at that being Sherlock's main concern. He supposes it's comforting, to know one in their party is always considering how to deal with potential problems. Ted does too, he supposes, they just have wildly different priorities. Ted considers whether they'd get hungry or bored, while Sherlock considers emergency landings. Between the two of them and Joan's medical expertise, they should be pretty covered for most eventualities.
"Why's their numbering convention like that?" he asks. "787, 747, all that."
Ted's always curious to learn things, but mostly he's asking to let Sherlock cover the talking for a bit, and with Ted asking questions, they should be comfortably able to fill the silence till they get to the airport, and Joan can engage as much or as little as she wants.
"Why's their numbering convention like that?" he asks. "787, 747, all that."
Ted's always curious to learn things, but mostly he's asking to let Sherlock cover the talking for a bit, and with Ted asking questions, they should be comfortably able to fill the silence till they get to the airport, and Joan can engage as much or as little as she wants.
Joan smiles, knowing exactly what Ted is doing, and knowing Sherlock will be more than happy to show off his knowledge.
"The numbering is particular to the Boeing aeronautic manufacturer," Sherlock answers. "In addition to passenger airliners, they also make everything from fighter planes to missiles. Each category has their own number range. Military aircraft were assigned the 300s and 400s...missiles were the 600s...and passenger jets were the 700s."
"The numbering is particular to the Boeing aeronautic manufacturer," Sherlock answers. "In addition to passenger airliners, they also make everything from fighter planes to missiles. Each category has their own number range. Military aircraft were assigned the 300s and 400s...missiles were the 600s...and passenger jets were the 700s."
Ted does end up learning a lot, being friends with Sherlock. How much of it actually sticks is another thing, but he enjoys hearing about it nonetheless.
They make it to the airport with plenty of time to spare and no need to rush, getting through everything, until they finally settle at the waiting area for the gate.
Ted pulls out the bag of sandwiches and offers one to Joan. It's gonna be a long flight, and he's very persistent about getting her to eat more than a bag of chips.
They make it to the airport with plenty of time to spare and no need to rush, getting through everything, until they finally settle at the waiting area for the gate.
Ted pulls out the bag of sandwiches and offers one to Joan. It's gonna be a long flight, and he's very persistent about getting her to eat more than a bag of chips.
Joan isn't hungry, but she knows she should eat, and knows that Ted will worry until she does. She accepts the sandwich and starts eating it bit by bit, tearing little pieces off.
Sherlock watches her for a moment. He can see her grief in every single thing she's doing, consciously and unconsciously, from the way she's picking at her food to the particular angle of her head. It worries him. But there's not much he can do about it, so after a minute he takes a breath and refocuses on Ted.
"Will this be your first time in New York?"
Sherlock watches her for a moment. He can see her grief in every single thing she's doing, consciously and unconsciously, from the way she's picking at her food to the particular angle of her head. It worries him. But there's not much he can do about it, so after a minute he takes a breath and refocuses on Ted.
"Will this be your first time in New York?"
Ted sets a bottle of water next to her as well.
"Mm? Oh, no, but it's been a while. And just a couple vacations you know, a little bit of sightseeing, some shows, that sort of thing," he answers. And then he pulls out a sandwich and hands it to Sherlock. (Of course he got him one as well.)
"Mm? Oh, no, but it's been a while. And just a couple vacations you know, a little bit of sightseeing, some shows, that sort of thing," he answers. And then he pulls out a sandwich and hands it to Sherlock. (Of course he got him one as well.)
Sherlock accepts the sandwich but doesn't eat it, setting it aside. He is particular about food, so it could just be that he doesn't feel like eating right now. But there's more to it too. He's even more guarded emotionally than Watson, even if it's hard to tell because he becomes rude and acerbic instead of going silent and still, but Ted knows him now, better than anyone save for Watson, and he can probably notice that Sherlock is grieving as well. With his partner and friend, yes, but also for a woman that he knew well and liked, as well as for the loss of his own mother so long ago.
Ted perfectly understands why either of them wouldn't have much of an appetite right now, which only further strengthens his desire to take care of them. He's only really grieving second-hand. Eventually he may come to grieve for what never was, but for now he's solely focused on making sure the two of them can safely grieve, while not having to worry so much about the basic self-care things.
He pulls out his own sandwich, slowly starting to eat that. Maybe he can lead by example. He assumes they might get some food on the plane, but he doesn't generally expect much from that.
"Never actually been outside of Manhattan, either," he adds. "Very much just the tourist experience."
He pulls out his own sandwich, slowly starting to eat that. Maybe he can lead by example. He assumes they might get some food on the plane, but he doesn't generally expect much from that.
"Never actually been outside of Manhattan, either," he adds. "Very much just the tourist experience."
"Then you do not know New York," Sherlock says, talking to Ted but eyeing Watson as she continues to pick at the sandwich. "It is a city of exquisite beauty existing alongside depths of depravity. There is much Watson and I can show you."
He reaches down and gently nudges the bottle of water a little closer to Watson. Joan's eyes shift toward the motion, and without a word she picks up the bottle, opens it, and takes a sip.
He reaches down and gently nudges the bottle of water a little closer to Watson. Joan's eyes shift toward the motion, and without a word she picks up the bottle, opens it, and takes a sip.
Ted smiles gently at Sherlock's wordless reminder for Joan to drink.
"Yeah, I'd love to see it," Ted agrees. "We'll have plenty of time this summer too." Ted's not against being shown things, but his focus is taking care of Joan. If there are things they can do that will make Joan feel better, doing things or going to places she's missed, then Ted's all for that.
"Yeah, I'd love to see it," Ted agrees. "We'll have plenty of time this summer too." Ted's not against being shown things, but his focus is taking care of Joan. If there are things they can do that will make Joan feel better, doing things or going to places she's missed, then Ted's all for that.
Sherlock looks up at Ted at that.
"You intend to spend time in New York this summer?" he asks. "Do you intend to bring your son to New York as well?"
Sherlock knows that Henry is incredibly important to Ted. And to Joan now, really. But he hadn't thought of them spending the summer in New York. He's not against the idea, exactly, but it will require some thought about how a child will fare in the Brownstone.
"You intend to spend time in New York this summer?" he asks. "Do you intend to bring your son to New York as well?"
Sherlock knows that Henry is incredibly important to Ted. And to Joan now, really. But he hadn't thought of them spending the summer in New York. He's not against the idea, exactly, but it will require some thought about how a child will fare in the Brownstone.
Ted shrugs and nods. Meaning he doesn't have any specific plans, but that was his intention, yes. "At least for a little while."
"You don't have to do anything," Joan says softly, looking up at Sherlock. "You know that, right? We wouldn't expect you to watch Henry. We'll take care of that."
"I am aware, Watson," Sherlock answers. "But I would still have some interaction with him. I want to still have some interaction with him."
"I am aware, Watson," Sherlock answers. "But I would still have some interaction with him. I want to still have some interaction with him."
At the statement that Sherlock wants to hang out with Henry, Ted gets the widest, warmest smile. That makes him so happy.
Ted gives Sherlock an appreciative nod. "Well, we have plenty of time to figure that stuff out before the summer."
Ted gives Sherlock an appreciative nod. "Well, we have plenty of time to figure that stuff out before the summer."
Joan smiles at that, too. When she had been actively seeking to adopt, she had assured Sherlock that she would take care of everything, and Sherlock had offered to leave the Brownstone, to give Joan and the child the whole place free from his unusual influences. She had turned down the offer firmly. She would never kick Sherlock out of his home, and there's so much a child could learn from him, even if Sherlock himself is uncertain about whether he had anything of value to offer. So to hear him say he wants to be part of Henry's life...it warms her too.
She looks over at Ted, and the expression of happiness on his face is so wonderful that her own smile widens, feeling a deep happiness as well, even in the midst of her sorrow.
She looks over at Ted, and the expression of happiness on his face is so wonderful that her own smile widens, feeling a deep happiness as well, even in the midst of her sorrow.
"Every kid needs a weird uncle," he adds, and looks over at Joan and gives her a smile, bumping his shoulder gently against hers. He puts his arm behind Joan, resting his hand on her back, just wanting a little bit of physical touch because he's happy, and he gets affectionate when he's happy.
Sherlock snorts, but it's more amused than dismissive, and it's clear to Joan and Ted that he's pretty chuffed by the "weird uncle" designation.
Joan takes the arm as invitation and leans against Ted with a quiet sigh. It's good to feel that little glimmer of happiness. It is far too easy within grief to believe you'll never be happy again, even if intellectually you know it's not true. Now she has solid proof that she can still be happy, that the pain won't last forever. It's also so good to be thinking a little further down the road. It means there's a future beyond this time of hardship, yes, but it also reassures Joan that her relationship with Ted is solid, despite their argument still being so fresh.
Joan takes the arm as invitation and leans against Ted with a quiet sigh. It's good to feel that little glimmer of happiness. It is far too easy within grief to believe you'll never be happy again, even if intellectually you know it's not true. Now she has solid proof that she can still be happy, that the pain won't last forever. It's also so good to be thinking a little further down the road. It means there's a future beyond this time of hardship, yes, but it also reassures Joan that her relationship with Ted is solid, despite their argument still being so fresh.
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