trashchildren | For Joan

"Yeah, he's good," Ted answers quietly with a warm smile, going to set his laptop down. "Talked my ear about what he's been up to." Which is obviously exactly what Ted had hoped for.

He sets down his crutches, but doesn't get in just yet. "You wanna get some sleep?" he asks. He's been awake far longer than Ted has by now, and Ted could manage to stay up for a while if he has to.

"I typically do not require much sleep," Sherlock answers. "If you would like to sleep, I can stay and watch over her. Or if you desire company I can also stay."

Sherlock himself would not mind remaining if Ted wants him to. His examination of the documents is at a stage where he would like to discuss things with Watson and get her perspective before proceeding.

"Staying sounds good," Ted decides with a smile, climbing into bed as carefully as possible, ready to reassure Joan to go back to sleep if she wakes.

He's not laying down though, at least not quite yet. "I talked with Michelle about Henry coming to stay for a bit," he tells Sherlock. "He has a week off school very soon, so we're gonna see if we can manage it. It's just with everything in limbo over here, we haven't been able to make any firm plans."

Joan stirs and rolls toward him, reaching out to touch his leg, but doesn't really wake.

"Watson will like that," Sherlock answers. How he feels about it is decidedly less clear cut and positive. Despite warming up to the general idea of children with his close relationship with Kitty and Archie, Sherlock is still not one who finds it easy to be around the mess and noise and chaos of a child. But Watson has wanted a child for some time now, and he's resigned himself to the idea that he will have to adapt. Her happiness is paramount. And that resignation extends now to Ted and his child, since Ted's happiness is now also of great importance to Sherlock.

Ted smiles as she rolls over, placing his hand on hers and stroking it with his thumb.

He nods and smiles at Sherlock's reply, and waits for more. When more doesn't come, he raises his eyebrows. "But not you?" he asks. He's more curious than he is worried. He doesn't doubt Sherlock will make adjustments to make it work, but if he doesn't want to be around Henry for whatever reason, Ted wants to know so he can accomodate.

Sherlock gives him a faint, almost polite smile. "My opinion is hardly material." Ted's relationship with Watson is what matters, after all. Once Watson has recovered there will hardly be need for Sherlock to be around.

"Pish posh," Ted answers immediately, though he tries to keep his voice soft. "I care about your opinion. I mean, even if the two of us won't need babysitting anymore by then, you're still gonna come over for dinner sometimes at least, right?"

If Sherlock really doesn't want to, sure, Ted can be okay with that. But the idea that his opinion doesn't matter at all is pure nonsense.

"You know, some real smart guy recently told me that what I think and feel matters because I matter. You think you're exempt from that or something?" he questions, eyebrows raised and with a slightly cheeky smile.

Sherlock is the sort of person who simultaneously is incredibly arrogant and yet has distinctly low self-esteem. The notion that people actually want him around is still somewhat foreign.

He's wryly amused by Ted tossing his words back at him.

"I would be happy to join you for dinner periodically," he says. "As for your son...I imagine I must meet him before making any judgments."

The more Ted gets to know Sherlock, the more he realises that Sherlock is extremely aware of what he can contribute through his skills, yet unaware of what he brings as a person. Such as being insightful, kind, funny, and interesting. All of which he definitely is. Ted makes a mental note of expressing these observations about what he likes about him more often.

"Yeah, that's a good way to go about making judgements about people," Ted agrees. "You were fine with trusting our opinion on Roy and Keeley though. Do kids.. like stress you out or something?" He wants to know what the potential issue. He wants to know more about what Sherlock likes and dislikes about social interactions in general.

Sherlock's mother died when he was young, his father was neglectful and seemingly wanted nothing to do with the boy, his boarding school classmates hated him and demonstrated that hatred with all manners of abuse. It turned him into a bitter and arrogant adult who pushed people away before they had the chance to reject him first. Anyone who refuses to be pushed away finds a deeply broken man beneath the facade. Things have gotten better in the past few years, but the scars are still visible, metaphorically speaking.

"Children are loud and messy and chaotic," he says, dropping the politeness. "They are, as a group, distinctly devoid of reason. What others consider cute I find at best annoying. Now, as with all groups of people, the individual may well be distinct from the collective in any number of traits. But in the aggregate, I do not deal well with children."

"Alright," Ted answers, nodding, happy to have gotten to the bottom of it. "Well that's not that unusual, plenty people think the same," he points out, not seeing why Sherlock was being all cagey about it. Personally Ted is just fine with loud and chaotic, but he gets it.

"Well, besides being a chatterbox like his dad, Henry's a pretty chill kid," Ted reassures. "You know, he likes drawing and building legos. And he's pretty smart. You might like him."

He definitely got a lot of traits from Michelle. Sometimes Ted himself is more loud and messy and devoid of reason than Henry is, honestly. He just reins some of that loudness in around Sherlock.

There are few things that will generate ill will more that expressing a dislike of children, particularly to a parent. But of course Ted would be different.

"We shall see," he answers. He'll give Ted's child a chance. For most others he wouldn't bother.

Ted knows there's a pretty big difference between finding children stressful and difficult to relate to (and therefore disliking spending time with them), and actually being mean to children. The latter is pretty unforgivable. And he can't imagine Sherlock doing that.

"Yup. But if you end up hating him, just don't tell him, and we're good," he says with a soft chuckle.

Sherlock would never be mean to a child. There have been many times when children have been either victims or collateral damage in cases he's worked, and he has always gone the extra mile to protect them and to get justice for them, even shielding one boy who had murdered his father after discovering the man was sexually assaulting his younger brother.

"I will restrain myself," he assures Ted.

"Glad to hear, Richard Gere," Ted answers, then gives a yawn. "Alright, think I'm gonna try to get some Z's," he decides, gently lifting Joan's hand so he can lie down next to her, carefully arranging pillows and getting comfortable.

Joan snuggles closer and opens her eyes to smile at him before falling back to sleep.

Sherlock smiles faintly at the two of them, at the clear affection between them, even in such a simple moment. He checks the time so he knows when to wake Watson for her medication, then settles in to keep watch.

Ted smiles at Joan snuggling up, and then even more so when she smiles at him. That's a lovely last thing to see before falling asleep.

Again, even after a day that's been a bit of a roller coaster, he's so glad to have these people who love him, who make it easier to push aside all those bad things.

Doesn't mean the pushing away lasts forever though, and once again Ted's dreams aren't the best, though not quite enough to wake him or be cause for alarm. Just a frown, a few small hums of displeasure, and stirring a bit.

Joan sleeps through Ted's distress, but Sherlock sees. He watches for a moment as Ted frowns and stirs. He can only imagine what is going through the other man's head. Scenes from the gala? From his kidnapping? Or is his mind reaching further back, to when Ted was a teenager and found his father's body?

Sherlock rises silently, and quietly walks to Ted's side of the bed. He stares for a moment, fingers twitching, uncertain. Then he hesitantly reaches out and settles a gentle hand on Ted's shoulder. The intent is not to wake him necessarily, but to rather give his subconscious mind a measure of reassurance and comfort.

Ted stills when Sherlock touches him. He mumbles something incoherent, and eventually the frown fades. He shifts a bit again, but this time it's to get closer to Joan. His sleeping mind able to calm enough to seek the closeness and comfort.

Joan shifts closer in response, her sleeping mind registering his approach and drawn toward his warmth and presence.

Sherlock draws back his hand, watching these two people he cares about finding comfort in each other, even as they sleep. He's glad to have been able to help soothe Ted.

Sherlock returns to his chair and checks the time again. A little over an hour until he needs to wake up Watson.

After that, Ted falls deeper asleep. When Sherlock has to wake Joan, Ted's arm is draped across her, but he doesn't seem to remotely register being moved, just sleeping solidly on.

Sherlock wakes Joan gently, quite possibly the first time he's ever done so. Joan carefully moves Ted's arm and sits up as Sherlock goes to get her pill and water. After she takes her medicine, Sherlock takes the glass from her and hands her his laptop, the police report from Ted's father's suicide on the screen. Joan frowns as she begins to read, but that frown turns into a deep crease of concern and sadness between her eyes. She looks up at Sherlock, who nods grimly, then down at Ted sleeping soundly next to her. What a terrible thing for him to have to carry around in his heart and on his mind. It also sheds light on his dedication to being so kind to everyone.

She hands the computer back to Sherlock and carefully lies back down, facing him. She gazes at his relaxed face then gently touches his cheek, so deeply in love and so sorry for the pain he's been through.

Ted's only response is to tilt his head a little towards her hand, and then sleep soundly on, unaware of what's going on around him.

He sleeps for a few hours more, before he wakes up early, to check on Joan and Sherlock. Seems like his body has gotten used to getting its sleep interrupted by now, so now it wakes him up first.

Joan herself woke up even earlier, which is probably a good sign that her body is healing and doesn't need quite so much rest. When Ted wakes up she's sitting up in bed and reading, and Sherlock nowhere to be seen.

She looks over at Ted as he stirs, and smiles. "Hey," she says softly. "Did you sleep well?"

Ted blinks sleepily up at her and smiles back. "Yeah," he answers, voice gruff from just waking up. He doesn't sit up just yet, just drapes an arm across her legs and gives her hip a kiss, cuddling despite her sitting up. "You?"

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