For Joan

[theodorelasso]

Continued from here.

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

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That is, of course, exactly it. Sherlock grimaces a little, hating for his vulnerabilities to be laid so bare. But this is Ted. He's come to trust the man, to care for him. He knows that trust and care is mutual. And one of the things he's learned from Watson is that vulnerability within trust and care is not only safe, it strengthens the bond.

"The captain," he says, quietly enough that only Ted can hear him. "He was listing to one side as he walked on the plane. A bad ankle? A drink too many at the airport bar? A cerebral ischemia that has yet to make itself known?" He nods toward a man two rows ahead of them. "That man has served time for a violent crime, and he has been eyeing the flight attendants. Does he want a drink" A date? Or is he deciding which attendant to take hostage?" He lifts a finger, listening to the idling engine. "There is a slight knocking in the left wing engine. It could be an irregularity that is only noticeable when the engine is idling, or it could be a missed fracture in the gusset that will cause a mid-flight disintegration."

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To be fair, all the things that can go wrong is usually what people dislike about flying. They're just not always so aware of the specifics.

Ted might argue that there are hundreds if not thousands of flights that go off without a hitch every day. But with Sherlock's analysis, he sees that such a bland statement probably won't help.

It's not exactly news to Ted, but it does remind him that Sherlock sees too much for his own good. Even just listening to him causes Ted to have a gentle anxiety as well, but he brushes that aside.

"How many times have you flown? A handful? A few dozens?" he asks gently.

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"Is this where you tell me I have yet to be in a plane crash so it is unlikely I shall be in one now?" Sherlock asks dryly. His tone has a characteristic sarcastic edge to it, perhaps a little sharper than it typically would be when he's speaking to Ted, thanks to the detective's anxiety.

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"No - I mean, that's true, it is unlikely," Ted answers, but he hadn't intended to be quite so condescending. "I was just wondering how many much more worrying things you'd noticed before, and everything had worked out fine."

If you just base it on bland statistics, it probably doesn't help, given all the things Sherlock's noticing. But if you compare it to other times he's noticed worrying things, then maybe that helps a little bit.

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Sherlock nods a little. "There have been times I've noticed worse things, it's true. The smell of oil or fuel or burning rubber, for instance."

That last had been on his flight to New York after Irene's "death." He had been certain the plane would crash. And he didn't care.

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"There you go," Ted answers. "I don't usually like to dwell on all the things that can go wrong myself, but when I do, I try to think about what I would do if it happened, so at least I have a contingency plan. And, I think of, you know, worst possible thing that could happen, then best possible thing, and then what's actually likely to happen. Which in the case of flights is usually stiff legs and a few hours of boredom."

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"Perhaps," Sherlock says, his tone still rough but his tension having eased just a little, his body just a tiny bit more relaxed.

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"Wanna borrow a book?" Ted offers, leaning down to fish out his copy of The Dharma Bums and offering it to Sherlock. At least it might help with the boredom, and maybe stop him from noticing so many things. (Then again, perhaps being unaware of all the possibilities is even worse for him, who knows.)

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Sherlock accepts the book, turning it over to read the description. It's not one he's read. The caliber of literature Ted prefers consistently impresses him.

"Yes, thank you," he says, opening the book.

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Ted smiles at Sherlock accepting the book, then looks over at Joan to check on her. He reaches over to take her hand and give it a gentle squeeze.

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His touch pulls Joan out of her reverie, and she turns toward him, taking his hand and squeezing back.

"Hey," she says softly, her expression tired and sad.

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"Hey," he answers back, giving her a smile. "You alright with flying?" he asks. She doesn't seem nervous at least, just the same kind of sadness as before.

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"I'm good," she answers softly, then leans forward a little to look at Sherlock. "Is he nervous?" She's familiar with how Sherlock can freak himself out, especially when he's already emotionally compromised.

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Ted makes a slight face and wobbles his head a bit to mean something like 'a bit but not too much'. He'll have the distraction of a book. And then afterwards maybe they can discuss it.

"Wanna talk, or would you rather have some quiet time?" he asks her. He's been filling the silence for a lot of the day today, so he figures she might actually like a little bit of quiet at some point.

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She sees the book and can't help a small smile. She loves how caring and attentive Ted is, even to Sherlock. Especially to Sherlock.

"We can talk," she answers. She wants to keep him company. And it would probably be good to have a little distraction.

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"I've got a book too, if you get sick of me," he says with a playful smile. Obviously he means if she wants to just sit and think, or maybe nap a bit. "Or, I guess, if you would like to read too."

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"I'll never be sick of you," she says softly, squeezing his hand. She knows what he means, but also knows he can at times couch painful truths in humor.

"You're going to love Sherlock's library."

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There's a tiny part of him that doesn't quite believe her when she says that. Not because she doesn't think it's true now, but because things can change. Maybe it was already on his mind because just earlier today he had seen her stand where Michelle stood less than a year ago, when she told him that she was trying so hard to feel the way she used to feel, and she just couldn't...

"Oh yeah?" he answers, smiling. Not dwelling on those kinds of thoughts. "I look forward to seeing it. I don't get to read enough, honestly."

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"I'm sure Sherlock will enjoy recommending things to you."

"I already have a few in mind," Sherlock says without looking up from his book.

Joan smiles faintly. "See?"

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Ted turns to look at Sherlock, smiling with amusement and appreciation, before looking back at Joan. "What about you, what do you like to read? For fun, not work," he asks curiously. They watch a lot of movies together, but they don't often discuss books. And he still wants to know everything about her interests.

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"Most of the time I read it's for work," Joan admits. "You should have seen the pile of books Sherlock would leave outside my door when he was training me. I still wind up reading a lot of books on forensics."

"The pursuit of knowledge is perpetual," Sherlock comments, eyes still on his book.