Fic: 221B - I believe in Sherlock Holmes
Jun. 18th, 2013 08:38 pmTitle: I believe in Sherlock Holmes
Words: a 221B has 221 words and ends with a b-word
Rating: Pg-13
Pairings : Sherlock/John
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: ‘365 days of 221Bs’ challenge: a prompt a day, given by
Previous 221b: Need-to-know
Today's prompt: belief
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I believe in Sherlock Holmes
Greg clearly remembers one of the first conversations he ever had with Sherlock after he just showed up at a crime scene on a rainy October day. He remembers his confusion and his amazement at that pale, skinny boy rattling off things about the victim and the crime scene he really, really shouldn’t be able to know.
“Who the hell are you? How can you know that?”
The boy just looked at him, his eyes huge in his lathy face, body full of restless energy.
“How can you not?”
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As he looks down on him now, despite clearly grown up since then, he can see the same boy shining through, but all the restless energy is gone. He is curled up on the sofa, sleeping.
Greg knows that Sherlock is going to be furious; with him for mixing the sleeping pills in his drink and with himself for not noticing, for needing fluids and sleep when his husband is missing.
He very gently pulls a blanket over Sherlock’s body and whispers, “We will find him. You will find him.”
He repeats those words when Sherlock wakes up and it earns him a wounded look.
“How can you know that?”
He smiles softly.
“How can you not?”
Of course Sherlock finds John, alive and unbroken despite being bloody, bruised and battered.
Next 221b: A magic touch
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AN:
The prompt was 'belief'.
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Date: 2013-06-18 07:41 pm (UTC)Wh... WHAT? Greg did what???
*keeps on reading with a bit of worry*
when his husband is missing
Well, damn. I didn't see this coming. What is this fresh angst? Where is the "anarion is evil" tag? WHERE IS JOHN?
He very gently pulls a blanket over Sherlock’s body
This time he really needs one.
He repeats those words when Sherlock wakes up and it earns him a wounded look.
I'm surprised Sherlock doesn't go for his throat for drugging him when John is in danger. He must have been really exhausted. :D
“How can you know that?”
He smiles softly.
“How can you not?”
Aww, I love this repetition here, all the more because this time the words talk about trust.
Of course Sherlock finds John, alive and unbroken despite being bloody, bruised and battered.
Excellent. This fic needs a "anarion can be bice too" tag. :D
Hurt, comfort, a clever twist, a lovely Greg, a happy ending, three final b-words... Brilliant! :D
P.S. John is bloody, bruised and battered and I call that a happy ending. "Optimistic" is my middle name. :D
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Date: 2013-06-18 07:44 pm (UTC)Is there any other author where you ask that question with such regularity? ;)
P.S. John is bloody, bruised and battered and I call that a happy ending. "Optimistic" is my middle name. :D
:) *hugs Choco*
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Date: 2013-06-18 08:23 pm (UTC)Well, is there any other author who makes me angst about John with such regularity? :D
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Date: 2013-06-18 07:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-06-18 08:48 pm (UTC)Greg really is a hero, just as Sherlock and John.
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Date: 2013-06-18 10:38 pm (UTC)I'm having Lestrade feels!
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Date: 2013-06-19 03:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-06-19 04:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-06-19 07:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-06-20 01:41 pm (UTC)And I loved their repeating if turned-around lines!!