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Six Weeks	By : Leloi Category: Titles in the Public Domain > Sherlock Holmes > Slash > Slash Views: 4258 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work fiction, based on the Sherlock Holmes series by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

Chapter List
- 1-Six Weeks
- 2-Week 2
- 3-Week 3
- 4-Week 4
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Nothing in the world can damage my nerves more than seeing my beloved Holmes in pain and yet there he was, laid out on the couch, a primitive splint holding his lower leg immobile. “What HAVE you done to yourself?” I cried out in dismay, seeing him lay there, even paler in complexion than usual.

“A trifle really… only a flesh wound. I’ll soon be on the mend.” His hands reached for the couch back and the edge of the seat, trying to get him up into a sitting position.

“I’m afraid Mr. Holmes has broken his leg.” Inspector Lestrade commented from the doorway of the rooms I shared with Holmes. “But thanks to the detective we got our man!” He looked joyous at that consolation.

I gave him a look as to say, “How could you let him be so reckless? Piss off!” Of course I never said such a thing out loud and if this tale wasn’t strictly for my own memories I would never disclose such a thing in my public writing.

“Well, Doctor, I leave him to your capable hands.” Lestrade lingered at the door.

“Yes and no more cases until he’s recovered. It should take six weeks at least of home care to get him fit again for casework.”

“Surely not six weeks!” Holmes opened his eyes wide and stared at me in dismay. His mouth was open in surprise and a cold sweat covered his brow. The poor man was in something of a shock.

I stood and retrieved a blanket, tucking it around my companion. “Thank you, Inspector. He may be ready for consultation within a week but no investigation until his bones are healed.”

“Goodnight then Doctor Watson, Mr. Holmes.” Lestrade cast me a smile as he left, finding Mrs. Hudson coming in as he was leaving.

“Good gracious!” Our landlady cried upon seeing Holmes’ miserable state. “What has he done to himself this time?”

“Broken leg, I fear.” I replied as I gently unwrapped the splint to get a good look at the leg. It was horribly bruised and swollen. At least it was one of the leg bones and not the ankle. It looked like it had been set straight. “My medical bag, please Mrs. Hudson. Also some hot water for the plaster?”

“Yes, of course…” She hurried off to be of some use for her favorite famous detective. It didn’t take long for her return.

“Thank you, Mrs. Hudson… I’ll see to him and put him to bed.” I smiled at her warmly.

Her smile returned and she gave Holmes another worried look before leaving us, closing the door behind her.

“I am to be a prisoner in my own home, then? Is that it Watson?” Holmes finally came around a bit. It was good to know that he wasn’t so far gone with shock that he could be cross with me.

I smiled up at him even though he shot daggers at me with his eyes. Carefully I went about applying the dressing, keeping his leg in position as the plaster dried. When it dried sufficiently I got up and put away the medical things before sitting on the couch next to him, pulling his head against my shoulder and wrapping an arm around his back. “It shouldn’t be ALL bad, Holmes… Think of it as… a holiday.”

“You mean a holiday in which I’m in excruciating amount of pain!” His response was bitter. But his neck relaxed, taking advantage of my proximity.

“Don’t worry old fellow… The pain is only really bad the first week or so. I’ll keep you comfortable with pain killers… not the ones you’re thinking of.” I hastily added in the end, knowing his fondness for morphine. “How do you feel now?”

“I think I know how a broken horse feels…” His tone still bitter, he stared sullenly at the fireplace.

“Nonsense… you have me to take care of you.” I stood and pulled his arm around my shoulder, helping him to stand on one foot. With a hand clutching his and the other around his thin waist I guided him to his bedroom and helped him into the bed. With practiced ease I undressed him and helped him into his nightshirt. Going to my medical bag I took out a sedative. “Now I want you to sleep. I’ll also be giving you something for your pain…” I administered the drug and watched it take effect.

^.~

The next few days I busied myself by staying almost constantly by his side. Of course I saw to my other patients. We really needed the income to pay the rent and with Holmes out of commission it rested squarely on my shoulders. All day I listened for his movements as I tried to concentrate on various aches and pains of my clients. At night I stayed with him, alert to any noise or fuss he might make. Mrs. Hudson brought me meals to take to him. His mood was mostly listless as I tried my best to interest him in a nibble.

“You’re being absolutely horrible!” I exclaimed one day, setting down the fork. “You can’t just sit there with that glazed look as if you’ve lost the will to live.” There was no response to my outburst. “You forget I know what it’s like to be broken, Holmes! And I have the bullet in me to prove it.” Finally! A glimmer of light touched in his eyes as they shifted to me. “Your leg needs energy to heal which means you have to eat, otherwise it will be brittle.” I held out the forkful to him again and he ate it. His eyes continued to stare at me and it made me blush somewhat. “Come on, finish your supper… I have a surprise for you.” I fed him as if feeding an obstinate child. Finally it was done and I smiled at him as he stared back at me, almost returning to his listless phase. I hurried to set the washbasin filled with hot water on the floor along with a wooden chair and a cloth. “A bath! What do you think of that? Well… a sponge bath at least.” I couldn’t stand his moody stare for much longer. “Up you go…” I helped him up and onto the chair, casually removing his nightshirt so he sat naked upon it. “The trick is to start at the very top and work your way down.” I wet the cloth and started with his face, clearing away many days worth of oils, dust and sweat. I worked my way down his neck and shoulders to his back and belly. Arms followed then hips to legs. I made my way down his good leg to his foot.

“You missed a spot.” His voice jarred me out of my bathing meditation.

“No, I didn’t.” I was pleased that my actions had finally created a response. Wetting the cloth again I wrapped it around his hardened member and stroked. “Saving the best for last…” I looked up at him and was met with his eyes no longer blank, but twinkling. Leaning forward I kissed his belly. Then I dropped the cloth to replace it with my lips. His hands wrapped themselves within my hair, drawing me closer.

“How many times have I told you… not to try and get me out of… one of my moods?” He grunted, gasping between each phrase.

I mumbled a response, humming a bit with him against my tongue.

“Oh Lord! You know what that does to me!” He tried hard to thrust up against my face but he had no traction with a leg in plaster. I smiled and pulled away. I wanted him at that moment more than anything before. Carefully I picked him up and set him in the bed before climbing in after him. His fingers tried desperately to rid me of my garments. Within a few moments I was rutting away inside of him. My dearest Holmes thrashed around beneath me as he tried to bring me closer. “Watson…”

I smiled as he called my name and casually reached out to take a ready handkerchief. I covered him with it just in time to catch his seed. His body clamped down on me and it took only a few more thrusts before I too was spent. I lay atop him, breathing heavily. “Four days it seems…” I whispered.

“What?” Holmes asked, looking up at me.

“It seems I can only hold out four days without you.” I chuckled.

“Is that how long I was out for?” Holmes replied huskily, kissing my chin and neck.

“Well the first two days were just horrible… watching you sleep.” I responded. “But these past couple of days you’ve been in one of your moods and I couldn’t even get you to eat… I grew desperate to get you out of yourself.”

“Get me out so you could come in?” Holmes’ kisses became nibbles.

“You’ve got a depraved tongue. You know that?” I stared at him.

“You love my depraved tongue… and my filthy mind… and the way I use them to render you incapacitated.”

I sighed, feeling a sort of incapacitation come over me as I slid off of his body, mindful of his leg. “Whatever will I do with you?”

“Apparently you will keep me captive in this room until I’ve healed to your liking.”

I gave him a look. “You know what I mean! And besides you’re here for your own good. You know you can’t do anything with a broken leg. You’ll get hurt even more… or killed.” I swallowed hard.

“Dearest…” Holmes sighed, wrapping his arm around me and pulling me close.

“And besides… you’d do the same to me…” I sniffled against his shoulder.

“I would. But I think I could hold out longer for sex.” He replied with a smirk.

“You most certainly could not!” I retorted. “You are the most sexual creature I ever met! Even eating breakfast you cause a man to… react in your favor.”

“I do that purely for your own benefit.” Holmes laughed. “I know how repressed you can be. It’s my way of… amusing you. Besides I told you I was a virgin our first time so you can hardly call me a sexual creature. It’s not something I’ve practiced my whole life…” He continued to kiss me deeply.

I recalled our first time, the night I had returned to Baker Street after my wife had died… when Holmes reappeared as if a ghost after being gone for three years when he staged his own death. We had returned to our home together and he made it clear he needed me. To the outside world we were nothing more than friends, two eternal bachelors. But in private… he was still the most wonderful, intelligent man I ever met.

“If I hurt you while you where suffering I could never forgive myself. And, my dearest, our love making tends to be a little… let’s say ‘rough.’ Ergo I would abstain until I was certain that you were ready for it.” Delicately he kissed my lips.

“You can’t mean I hurt you!” I cried, pushing away from him. “Are you in pain?”

“No… no!” He replied with a laugh. “I’m fine. There’s nothing I like more than a tumble with my Watson. It’s probably what jolted me out of my mood.”

“THAT was just a sponge bath, I swear!”

“You called it a surprise…” Holmes muttered.

“I meant the treat to be cleanliness.” I stammered.

“You wanted to suck me out of my mood.”

“Don’t say it so… lustily.” I whispered.

“Was that your professional attempt to break me of my morose state?”

“I admit the success has made me think about its application to future fits.”

Holmes stared at me in silence before reaching up to pull me back down to him. “Must I really spend the next six weeks in bed?”

“No. Next week you can spend time on the couch.” I replied, closing my eyes.

“We better be careful then… we won’t want to scare poor Mrs. Hudson with our depraved ways.”

When I came to it was early morning. The light outside Holmes’ bedroom window was still gray. It took me a moment to realize the reason I was awake was because Holmes was desperately trying to pull me on top of himself. “Good morning.” With my head resting on my hand I gazed down at him.

His lips met my own and I allowed him to position me over his morning erection. I complied, impaling myself on his sword, letting my sheath swallow him towards the hilt. That sounds silly. Of course it wasn’t nearly so flowery and if Holmes read this he would laugh at me. But impale myself I did. By this time we had been lovers for a couple of years and my body was used to his body. With a satisfied grunt he tried to push up. I took over most of the work, knowing how difficult his plastered leg made it. His hands rested on my belly as I moved, rocking above him. “My Watson…” His mutterings made my face flush. He sat up, holding me tight, trying to bring me closer. Holmes began the descent into his own little death. I too was very close but my ear caught a voice calling from our sitting room.

“Dr. Watson? Sherlock?” Only one person in the world would ever be so bold as to call Holmes by his first name, his brother Mycroft.

Holmes held me tight, whimpering softly as he finished. “Mycroft is here…” I whispered into his ear and I waited a moment more for him to regain his facilities before pulling off.

“Bad timing…” Holmes agreed as he reached out for the nightshirt I tossed at him.

I scampered to find my trousers and a robe, cursing my own unfinished erection. “Just a moment…” I called through the door as I turned to Holmes and mouthed, “Presentable?”

Holmes nodded, pulling the bedclothes up to his chest.

I opened the door and stepped out. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Holmes. You caught us… me dozing.” I ran a hand through my hair. “What may I do for you?”

“I heard that Sherlock has been laid up with a broken leg. I came to pay him a visit.”

“Certainly…” I replied, stepping away from the door.

“Doctor… Is that the robe I gave Sherlock one year for Christmas?”

I stared at Holmes’ elder brother blankly unable to think of anything to reply. But something gradually came to mind. “I borrowed it.”

Mycroft didn’t hear my comment. He was already in Holmes’ room. I left them to return to my own room, knowing that Holmes was in good hands. I cleaned myself thoroughly and shaved. I found clean clothing and put it on. It felt like a part of my anatomy was caught in a press and I rubbed at it to relieve the ache.

“Doctor?” Mycroft’s voice cut through my pain and I twirled around to face him in my open door.

“Yes! Myc-.. Mr. Holmes.” I bit at the words, cursing myself for almost addressing him the way Holmes did.

His eyes looked me over and I found myself overly subconscious of my appearance. The man was even more brilliant than my beloved. “Will you be needing any money to help with expenses? I know Sherlock cannot contribute to the rent in his condition.” The care in his eyes when he spoke of his brother was apparent.

“We’ll get by. I still have my practice… and he can take small cases in a few days.”

“You are very generous to support him in his need.” Mycroft raised an eyebrow at me. I knew he was making some deduction as to my words and actions.

“Your brother will never want for anything… I promise you that. Even if we have to scrape by…”

“You’re his lover?” Mycroft’s words were more like a statement.

I tensed.

“I saw the state of Sherlock’s room… and your hasty retreat from it. You weren’t dozing when I came in. That is why I called out to alert you to my presence.” Mycroft wore a smirk rather similar to his brother’s. “You love him?”

“Of course! With all of my heart!” I replied. “If it were legal for two men to… to marry I would in an instant!”

“You obviously haven’t heard my brother’s opinion on marriage.” Mycroft chuckled.

“I have.” I frowned at him. “Even then…”

“You’re probably his only exception to that opinion. Here.” He passed a number of notes to me. “I don’t want my brother-in-law worried about how he’ll keep a roof over my dear younger brother’s head.”

“I can’t take this, Mr. Holmes…” I tried to push it away when the shock of his new title for me wore off.

“Nonsense. Think of it as my brother’s health plan… his allowance… your wedding present. Just take it.” He grinned at me as I carefully placed the notes within my pocket. Clapping me on the shoulder he chuckled. “Welcome to the family, Doctor!” He turned on a foot and looked back into the sitting room where Holmes sat on the couch, staring at us.

In an instant I knew that he had heard every word. I stared up at our ceiling wondering for all the world why Mycroft could be so intelligent and yet so foolish by placing Holmes in earshot.

“Well, little brother. I congratulate you on your nuptials and bid you au revoir! Au revoir!” He left.

I slowly made my way to the couch and sat beside Holmes. “He caught me off guard.”

“He’s good at that.” Holmes agreed. “Where is the money he gave you?”

I handed it over to Holmes.

“This is quite the wedding present…” Holmes remarked, counting up the notes. “You must have impressed him.”

I clutched my head in my hands, my failed erection gone. “He knows about us…”

“John…” My name on Holmes’ lips caught me completely off guard and I couldn’t help but look at him. “He’s my brother. My only family… and he accepts you.” His hand reached for mine and I took it. “Now take me back to bed.”

Of course I obeyed. I’ve always obeyed.
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