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By Any Other Name by esama
Fandoms: Sherlock Holmes - Arthur Conan Doyle, Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
03 Jan 2014
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There were many times John Watson came to Death's Door - only to be pulled back.
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By Any Other Name esama Summary: There were many times John Watson came to Death's Door - only to be pulled back. Notes: Originally posted on fanfiction.net on 01/26/2012 Proofread by Darlene and Sarah John doesn't remember the climbing itself, not as a process, just as snippets of it. He remembers the feel of the bark beneath his fingers; he remembers the way his view everything changed angle as he went higher. -strange black haired man in a black suit and spectacles, saying, "…know how to thank you. If you hadn’t seen –" and the stranger answering easily, "Oh, think nothing of it, it’s an adult's duty to take notice of such things." Later, when the strange man had left, and his father is done yelling at him – telling him he's never to go near the old oak again – he hears the details from his brother. "You fell from the old oak," his brother says, and he looks slightly afraid. "Mr. Potter, that’s the man who just left, saw you and caught you as you fell. It's the only reason you didn't injure yourself, or worse." "Oh," John answers.-Later, many, many years later, he thinks back and decides that it's the first time Mr. Potter had stepped in.They don't seem that bad, but we'll see, won't we?" the man says, and rearranges John's clothing and blankets. "I'll be back, John Watson. Don't die in the meantime."It is a man with wild black hair, and green eyes nearly glowing behind their black framed glasses. "Could you at least try to look where you stop?" the man asks with exasperation while releasing his hold on John's now rather crumpled jacket. "Excuse me?" John asks, still too high on his own excitement, to sound anything but insulted. "Next time try and stand on the side of the road, not in the middle of it, alright? Fine mess it would be if you died because you were ran over by a horse," the green eyed man snorts, stepping back. "Go on then. You have somewhere to be, don't you?" "Excuse me," John says again, but with more calm. "Do I know you?" "Go on," the man says, and then turns and continues down the road. For a moment John is sorely tempted to follow him, but he can hear Holmes calling for him somewhere far ahead, and remembers the criminal, the stolen bracelets, and quickly he sets off again. Don't you dare," a voice behind him says, before the thought even comes to John, how easyit would be just to take few steps. "I'll knock you out and drag you back to the village. And I won't be gentle about it." John turns, and comes face to face with a green eyed, black haired man in a black suit, wearing spectacles. Somehow, at this point, he's not even surprised. "Why?" he asks, and the entirety of the tragedy seems to condense into that question, coming out as a quivery wail, more than as a word. The man, who seems to have stalked him for an eternity now, pulling him back from death's door over and over, smiles crookedly. "You still have work to do, John Watson," he says, and holds out his hand. "Come on. Step down from there." "Work? What work? What could there possibly –" John stops, and turns around, to look at the waterfall again. It rushes on, and for a moment it sounds like Holmes, screaming his name. John swallows, desperately wanting to call back, and a hand closes around his wrist, pulling him back. "Come on," the green eyed man says. "You have stories to write and history to make. It's not the end. Come on." John fights for a moment, because he doesn't want to leave, can't, not without Holmes… without Holmes… god, he can't even think it, it can't be possible, it can't – "Holmes!" he yells out at the rush of the waterfall. "Holmes!" As the green eyed man pulls him a way, gentle but insistent, it really sounds like someone yelling for "Watson!" in the roar of the water.
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Because you create something incredible," Potter answers, shrugging his shoulders. "And you can't die before your creation is complete. I'm sorry, but I won't let you.""What?" John asks, shocked. "I create… what is it? What could be so important?"
Potter chuckles, and pats his shoulder again. "Rest, John Watson," he says, turning away. "I'll handle everything."-
"People touched by the time tend to get tangled in it," Potter shrugs. "If I were a betting man, I'd say that you're going to end up being reborn eventually. It happens."With that cryptic statement, John's guardian angel – no, his bodyguard through time – waves his hand in a final farewell and turns to leave. "So long, John Watson. Try not to get yourself killed while I'm not looking, alright?"
John looks after him, saying nothing. After a moment he turns to his glass and drinks what’s left in it. He thinks he might give Holmes a call, see if the man would mind it terribly if he popped by. It’s been long enough – and there are many things to talk about.
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HP/福尔摩斯-无cp-柏拉图 福尔摩斯原著向 华生视角 10次濒死体验
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Very interesting crossover idea