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[drpsychosomatic]

Who| John Watson and OPEN
What| John's been having a lot of trouble sleeping and settling since waking up in the Capitol, and so is doing a lot of wandering for wandering's sake, catching up with friends (or at least people who haven't murdered him) and going on adorable coffee-dates with Effie Basically this is here to catch all
Where| Wandering around the capitol
When| Any time after his death, just let me know when you want to set things in the title of your reply pls
Warnings/Notes| Possible mentions of PTSD?

Death, John decided, was something no-one should have to live through. Where being shot and being absolutely certain he was going to die had been terrible, and had taken months of physical and psychological rehabilitation, dying and being brought back in a perfectly functional body was much more of a disorientating disconnect. He felt detached from reality.

Before Sherlock had rejoined him in the Capitol, John had spent much of his time trying to prove to himself that he was actually here, not always consciously. He walked as far as he could along the streets, visited strange little cafes and bars and hauled himself back to his suite, exhausted and burned out, hoping he'd be too tired to dream. His mood lifted a little once his friend returned, and there were a few notable people whose company he not only enjoyed but looked forward to enjoying, but the itch to get out for the sake of getting out only intensified the longer the days dragged on. There was nothing comfortable about life here, no routine he could settle into and feel like he had a handle on. The long and short of it was, he was useless here in the Capitol, and it was eating away at him.

Comments

[earthborn]

"Damn, if I weren't a Spectre, I'd have to call that injustice; I only ever made Commander."

Not that it seemed to matter to anyone for whom rank might have had significance. She took a moment then, to think about it and maybe that was alright. After this long, it'd be strange not to see the block lettering 'CMMDR' appended before her name. Didn't seem right; others deserved it more. A lot of them would never see it.

"I don't think I've ever met 'just' a Doctor," it was a bit late, an awkward gap, but she pressed on as gamely as ever, "Way I see it, you've done your time, you earn the respect."

[drpsychosomatic]

He smiled, pleased for the recognition but not quite sure how to process it. He was, after all, a damned good doctor and not a bad shot, either- but he wasn't certain either of those things had much of a value, here.

"No Commanders in the British Army," John told her, his tone sliding into the playful, a gentle ribbing. "A Commander in the Navy's two pay grades above me, so I think your pride's safe-- and that's without me even asking about what a Spectre might be."

[earthborn]

"Black ops," was the easy reply, almost a scoff. He seemed like a solid sort, but it was caution that made it come out as nearly a joke. Some people saw the necessity of it, and some people... If your government has to deny taking an action, did that make it a bad one? How else to explain the Spectre program to someone who lived in a world with no Citadel Council?

Maybe it didn't matter. No Council, hell, that sounded pretty damn nice, when she thought of it, "Big jobs, no rules, no budgets. It's a pain in the ass, but at least nobody can sue me. Like I said; never boring."