It takes two, doesn't it? To want to work together.
[ The way that Sam states it is incredibly matter of fact. He comes from a group, a melting pot of minds with the same goal--to protect and to serve. What were they if not all team players?
He doesn't flinch as she works, if anything, the image of a model patient, still and calm. ]
[ He is a model patient, which doesn't manage to surprise Joan at all. Every so often she steals a glance up towards his face, smiling that reassuring smile of his. She wonders briefly what his previous medics were like, if they had anything akin to bedside manner at all or if they were military too — all blank faces and matter-of-fact assessments. ]
You know, [ she says, her head ducked again to focus on her work. ] I have a partner back home. He said to me once that I was better with him. [ Her hands pause and Joan inhales-exhales once. She thinks about Sherlock a lot, but she rarely talks about it. ] I'd like to think most people are like that — better off with somebody they can rely on than on their own.
You know, [ He says, a very soft tone to his voice. He pauses and watches her work for a few moments. Better off with somebody you can rely on. They all know what that is like, the Spartans. You work together. All of them or none of them. That's how he was raised. He breathes out before continuing. ] That's how we were back home.
[ He smiles a little. ]
Being on your own can be useful sometimes, but it's always best to have someone alongside you. [ More towards Joan now: ] Someone who can watch your back. Someone you'd do the same for.
[ For all that Joan has an uncomfortable feeling sometimes around Sam — a niggling at her intuition that tells her that there's something here, something amiss — she can't help but smile at what he says, her thoughts turning towards Sherlock again. She's still thinking about him when she says: ]
That kind of trust doesn't come easy. [ Straightening, she looks at him eye to eye as best she can. Difficult for a woman of her height and a man of his, even when he's sitting. ] I'm glad the rest of your team is here, so that you can have that.
Now don't just go trusting everybody, [ Joan laughs a little lightly despite the genuine warning there. Not that she thinks Sam is stupid but she also thinks a little too much idealism isn't good in a world that doesn't function by those rules. Play it safe, rather than sorry — it's a hard pill to swallow but it's practical too. (Young people aren' great at being practical.) ]
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[ The way that Sam states it is incredibly matter of fact. He comes from a group, a melting pot of minds with the same goal--to protect and to serve. What were they if not all team players?
He doesn't flinch as she works, if anything, the image of a model patient, still and calm. ]
I want to.
[ He breathes, something steady and slow. ]
I would like to.
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[ He is a model patient, which doesn't manage to surprise Joan at all. Every so often she steals a glance up towards his face, smiling that reassuring smile of his. She wonders briefly what his previous medics were like, if they had anything akin to bedside manner at all or if they were military too — all blank faces and matter-of-fact assessments. ]
You know, [ she says, her head ducked again to focus on her work. ] I have a partner back home. He said to me once that I was better with him. [ Her hands pause and Joan inhales-exhales once. She thinks about Sherlock a lot, but she rarely talks about it. ] I'd like to think most people are like that — better off with somebody they can rely on than on their own.
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[ He smiles a little. ]
Being on your own can be useful sometimes, but it's always best to have someone alongside you. [ More towards Joan now: ] Someone who can watch your back. Someone you'd do the same for.
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That kind of trust doesn't come easy. [ Straightening, she looks at him eye to eye as best she can. Difficult for a woman of her height and a man of his, even when he's sitting. ] I'm glad the rest of your team is here, so that you can have that.
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[ He gives a pause and lets Joan work, moving here or there if she needs him to, holding still when asked. ]
We're all in it now.
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Just — be thoughtful about it. I know you can be.