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trashchildren2021-06-24 07:33 pm
theodorelasso) wrote in trashchildren2021-06-24 07:33 pm
It's not really much of a downside. Her being insightful is a good thing, it means she's more easily aware of his needs and wants, even when he himself might not be.
Ted nods a bit. He... doesn't really have a plan. He's not even sure how he'll feel in the situation.
"You know, last year, it was Rebecca's first time hosting on her own," he says, wanting to provide some context for Joan. "Rupert RSVPed no, but then showed up in the middle of her speech and joined the speech. He also practically admitted to me that he got the entertainment, Robbie Williams, to cancel just a few hours beforehand. And then..." Ted lets out a soft, almost bitter chuckle. "Rebecca's fundraising goal was 800'000. So he pulled out a check for a million. Just to upstage her. You know, I'd never seen someone manage to make donating a million to charity be a purely selfish move..."
Ted has already indicates before today that he doesn't much care for Rupert, but it takes quite a bit for him to actually sit here and elaborate on the reasons. It's extremely rare for Ted to talk badly of anyone.
Ted nods a bit. He... doesn't really have a plan. He's not even sure how he'll feel in the situation.
"You know, last year, it was Rebecca's first time hosting on her own," he says, wanting to provide some context for Joan. "Rupert RSVPed no, but then showed up in the middle of her speech and joined the speech. He also practically admitted to me that he got the entertainment, Robbie Williams, to cancel just a few hours beforehand. And then..." Ted lets out a soft, almost bitter chuckle. "Rebecca's fundraising goal was 800'000. So he pulled out a check for a million. Just to upstage her. You know, I'd never seen someone manage to make donating a million to charity be a purely selfish move..."
Ted has already indicates before today that he doesn't much care for Rupert, but it takes quite a bit for him to actually sit here and elaborate on the reasons. It's extremely rare for Ted to talk badly of anyone.
This is a man who wouldn't even speak ill of the man who kidnapped, tortured, and almost murdered him, so Joan took his words extremely seriously.
"Do you think he might try something similar this year? Or would he up the stakes?"
"Do you think he might try something similar this year? Or would he up the stakes?"
"I don't know," Ted answers. "Could be he wanted to go all in because it was the first one, and he'll tone it down this year." He pauses thoughtfully. "Or he might find some way to take things out on me instead."
Last year Ted was an afterthought. If Rupert really did do this, then surely its failure will bother him. Or maybe he hopes he can scare Ted away without having to actually kill him.
Last year Ted was an afterthought. If Rupert really did do this, then surely its failure will bother him. Or maybe he hopes he can scare Ted away without having to actually kill him.
The thought of that is painful, and Joan gently pulls Ted to her again, holding him close. It would make sense for Rupert to target Ted, she thought. He was close to Rebecca, he was beloved by Richmond the way Rupert once was, and he had humiliated Rupert before.
"We can get ahead of this," she says softly. Then softer still, "I won't let him hurt you."
"We can get ahead of this," she says softly. Then softer still, "I won't let him hurt you."
Ted smiles, touched by her protectiveness. And reassured by it, too. Joan is a formidable lady, and he absolutely believes she would do whatever she needs to do to protect him.
"See, there's one of the upsides to dating a detective," he answers softly, only partly joking, then leans over to give her a grateful kiss.
"See, there's one of the upsides to dating a detective," he answers softly, only partly joking, then leans over to give her a grateful kiss.
Edited 2021-07-22 00:29 (UTC)
She smiles at that, and kisses him back, gently, cupping his cheek.
"Do you want to work more on this?" she asks when their lips part. "Or would you like to go back to bed and start fresh tomorrow?"
She's still weary, and would bet he is, too. A rest might make it easier to make plans. But she would also understand if he doesn't want to rest until they have a more certain solution.
"Do you want to work more on this?" she asks when their lips part. "Or would you like to go back to bed and start fresh tomorrow?"
She's still weary, and would bet he is, too. A rest might make it easier to make plans. But she would also understand if he doesn't want to rest until they have a more certain solution.
He shakes his head a bit. "It can wait till tomorrow."
He feels better for having talked about it, as usual. Not carrying the burden and the worry alone, knowing they're going to do something about it. It still weighs on him, of course, but no longer as oppressive.
"Besides. I'm not gonna let it ruin our nice day of relaxation," he adds with a smile. "I'm so lucky to have you."
He feels better for having talked about it, as usual. Not carrying the burden and the worry alone, knowing they're going to do something about it. It still weighs on him, of course, but no longer as oppressive.
"Besides. I'm not gonna let it ruin our nice day of relaxation," he adds with a smile. "I'm so lucky to have you."
She's so glad he told her. She can only imagine how hard it must have been for him to keep that terrible secret. She's glad he trusts her, and glad he doesn't have to carry this on his own anymore. There's much to do, but they can wait.
"I'm so lucky to have you," she echoes, then leans in to kiss him again.
"I'm so lucky to have you," she echoes, then leans in to kiss him again.
Ted kisses her back, soft and slow, just enjoying the closeness. Reveling in her presence. He loves her so much, and she makes him feel so safe and happy.
He leans back after a bit, arms around her, looking at her appreciatively. "You know, when I called you a lifesaver on our first date, I didn't think it would end up being literal."
He leans back after a bit, arms around her, looking at her appreciatively. "You know, when I called you a lifesaver on our first date, I didn't think it would end up being literal."
She smiles at that, fondly and a little sad that it had to be literal.
"There are a lot of things I didn't expect on that first date," she says.
"There are a lot of things I didn't expect on that first date," she says.
"I didn't even realise it was a date until halfway through," he points out with a warm chuckle. He's glad she was forward enough with her flirting to make it obvious.
"Seriously though," he continues, turning a bit more sober, and very sincere. "I know you blamed yourself, back when you thought it was because of you. And I just... wanted to say that I can't imagine going through any of this without you. Your support and your comfort has meant so much to me these past two weeks, and... Well, I just want you to know how grateful I am."
"Seriously though," he continues, turning a bit more sober, and very sincere. "I know you blamed yourself, back when you thought it was because of you. And I just... wanted to say that I can't imagine going through any of this without you. Your support and your comfort has meant so much to me these past two weeks, and... Well, I just want you to know how grateful I am."
"I'm glad I could help," she says softly. "And I'm grateful that you never lost your faith in me. Or in us."
Even when Joan herself lost faith. She hopes he knows how much his faith means to her. And how vital their relationship is to her.
Even when Joan herself lost faith. She hopes he knows how much his faith means to her. And how vital their relationship is to her.
Ted has an inkling. Even just from seeing how heartbroken she was at the idea of saying goodbye to him forever.
"Well.. You might have noticed I'm particularly stubborn when it comes to faith," he answers with a playful smile. "And you make it easy."
"Well.. You might have noticed I'm particularly stubborn when it comes to faith," he answers with a playful smile. "And you make it easy."
"I might have picked up on that, yeah," she responds just as playfully. She smiles at him, her expression fond and sincere.
"Still. Thank you."
"Still. Thank you."
"You're welcome," he answers, feeling all fuzzy inside from the way she's looking at him. It feels so good to be loved by her.
He leans in and kisses her again, soft and loving.
He leans in and kisses her again, soft and loving.
It feels amazing to be loved by him, too. He believes in her, and it's made her believe more in herself, too. It's an amazing talent and he's absolutely in the right profession to use it to better people's lives.
She hums into the kiss, kissing him back, soft and gentle and slow, touching his cheek.
She hums into the kiss, kissing him back, soft and gentle and slow, touching his cheek.
After that it turns into a relaxed make-out session. Which then slowly becomes not so relaxed, and gets moved to the bedroom, where it becomes a bit more than a make-out session. They've only really been apart for a week, but it's been a tough week, and Ted is determined to make Joan feel good, and that they both have fun. And Joan seems to have similar priorities. The benefit of getting up so late means he's not actually that tired by the time they finish the first round...
The next day, Friday morning, they both have a late breakfast before going into planning mode. The gala's tomorrow, and while that in itself requires very little planning for them, what to do about Rupert does. It's an excellent opportunity to gauge his motives.
Ted and Joan head up to 221B, to get updates from Sherlock and plan things in person. It had been offered that they could meet at his own apartment, so Ted doesn't have to go anywhere on his healing leg, but Ted feels stuck enough as it is. He likes opportunities to go out. And as long as he's with Joan, he feels perfectly safe to do so too.
Ted and Joan head up to 221B, to get updates from Sherlock and plan things in person. It had been offered that they could meet at his own apartment, so Ted doesn't have to go anywhere on his healing leg, but Ted feels stuck enough as it is. He likes opportunities to go out. And as long as he's with Joan, he feels perfectly safe to do so too.
Sherlock would have been happy to go to Ted's apartment, but Joan can understand how Ted wants to get out. The chance that anyone is going to try to harm him while they're out and about is extremely low, especially considering Moriarty's protection. Still, Joan can't help but be extra aware of their surroundings.
Sherlock greets them at the door, and immediately notes a few things. Watson is without her suitcase, meaning she left it at Ted's, likely because she intends to stay there for a while. Watson looks worried, which tells Sherlock how seriously she is taking this threat. Other than that worry, though, Watson looks well. More than well.
"Excellent, you're satisfying Watson," Sherlock says as they enter. "Two orgasms? Perhaps three? She can go as high as five if you have the time."
Joan rolls her eyes. She is not amused.
"Can we focus, please?"
Sherlock greets them at the door, and immediately notes a few things. Watson is without her suitcase, meaning she left it at Ted's, likely because she intends to stay there for a while. Watson looks worried, which tells Sherlock how seriously she is taking this threat. Other than that worry, though, Watson looks well. More than well.
"Excellent, you're satisfying Watson," Sherlock says as they enter. "Two orgasms? Perhaps three? She can go as high as five if you have the time."
Joan rolls her eyes. She is not amused.
"Can we focus, please?"
Finally Ted understands what Joan meant about Sherlock saying something completely inappropriate. Ted is definitely flummoxed, but he looks to Joan, who seems neither terrible surprised nor particularly angry. Nor does she seem embarrassed.
Ted doesn't think she needs him to stand up for her on this point (it would probably be the other way around), and he really doesn't want to discuss this with Sherlock, so he just clears his throat a bit and doesn't comment. (There's definitely a little bit of a blush in his cheeks that can't be passed off as fading bruises though.)
He does have questions about how the heck is knows all that, but he's definitely not going to ask them right now.
Ted doesn't think she needs him to stand up for her on this point (it would probably be the other way around), and he really doesn't want to discuss this with Sherlock, so he just clears his throat a bit and doesn't comment. (There's definitely a little bit of a blush in his cheeks that can't be passed off as fading bruises though.)
He does have questions about how the heck is knows all that, but he's definitely not going to ask them right now.
"Certainly," Sherlock says, dropping the topic entirely. He heads into the living room, where there are a number of documents and photographs and notes taped to the wall above the fireplace.
Joan glances at Ted with a smile.
Joan glances at Ted with a smile.
Ted is thankful they drop the subject, because he does not want to discuss that with Sherlock. Or with anyone besides Joan, honestly. (If it comes up again, he might say something, but for now he's happy to just ignore it.)
As they walk into the living room, Ted looks at the assortment of notes, then at Joan, and smiles back at her. "Oh good, you've got a conspiracy wall, now I know things will be alright," he says playfully.
As they walk into the living room, Ted looks at the assortment of notes, then at Joan, and smiles back at her. "Oh good, you've got a conspiracy wall, now I know things will be alright," he says playfully.
Sherlock glances at Joan, eyebrow raised. "Conspiracy board?" he asks with some distaste.
"You forgot the red string," Joan says, bemused, giving Ted a knowing smile.
She sits on the couch, leaving space next to her for Ted.
"You forgot the red string," Joan says, bemused, giving Ted a knowing smile.
She sits on the couch, leaving space next to her for Ted.
Ted smiles at Joan's comment, and goes and takes a closer look at what he's amassed. Mostly about Rupert, of course. And then he spots a photo of Turner dead in his cell, and suddenly there's like there's an elephant sitting on his chest. It's not gruesome or anything, but it is horrifying in a personal way.
He turns away from the wall, face suddenly grim,
and he goes to sit next to her, leaning his crutch against the couch. He takes Joan's hand.
He turns away from the wall, face suddenly grim,
and he goes to sit next to her, leaning his crutch against the couch. He takes Joan's hand.
Joan sees that expression on his face and frowns. She looks up at the board to see what upset him, and sees the picture of Turner's body.
No wonder he's upset.
She squeezes his hand and rubs the back of it.
"You okay?" she murmurs.
No wonder he's upset.
She squeezes his hand and rubs the back of it.
"You okay?" she murmurs.
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