221B - Waiting for the other shoe to drop

[anarion]

Title: Waiting for the other shoe to drop
Words: 221
Rating: PG-13
Pairings : Sherlock/John
Warnings: blood, hurt character
Disclaimer: Not mine.





Previous 221b: As you make your bed, so you must lie in it

Today's prompt:
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Waiting for the other shoe to drop

Sherlock looks at his shoes covered in mud and blood and thinks that if Lestrade dies, he will never clean those shoes again. They will just sit there, a monument of his failure, for ever.

He feels lost and cold and very confused about that because he is not the one who just suffered a major blood loss.

Even John seems small, diminished. John is not supposed to be small. He is supposed to be John-sized because then he is exactly right-sized to fill that inexplicable hole inside Sherlock and what will happen to Sherlock if John starts shrinking and the hole stops being filled?
Would he go back to being back-then-Sherlock? Not that he’d ever admit to it but he prefers right-now-Sherlock.

Additionally there is this spot inside his chest that hurts as if he had been the one getting stabbed.


Two days later he comes home and John, right-sized, not-diminished John, hands him a prickly object.

And here it becomes obvious that Sherlock’s brain is not working as it should because at first he thinks it’s a tiny hedgehog.

John gently pokes him into the shoulder. The left one. Not the one with the hedgehog. He says, “Do it later. Hospital called. Let’s go.”

And that’s when Sherlock realises that the object he is holding is a shoe brush.






Next 221b: The infinite monkey theorem (1/?)


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AN: Hello everyone! I kinda fell off the face of the earth again. Sorry. Real life and shit.

Also this is kinda dark. Sorry. But look, happy end!

On a brighter note: I did a thing. One of my stories (well, two, but only one under a name you will recognise) is published in this beautiful anthology! Look at the thing!















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Comments

[arianedevere.livejournal.com]

Oh darling, this was so beautifully emotional and sad. I love seeing comparisons between Sherlock before John, and Sherlock now, and him realising the difference.

And yay for the happy ending!

It's always good to see your name again on my flist.

I've seen announcements of the thing on Tumblr, and been excited by the list of authors, although seeing Stacey's name amongst them always brings a lump to my throat. I'm looking forward to getting a copy.

[chocolamousse.livejournal.com]

Yay, you're back!
*reads the tags*
*looks at you coldly* Are you sure you want to come back?

Sherlock looks at his shoes covered in mud and blood and thinks that if Lestrade dies, he will never clean those shoes again.
Oh, so it's Lestrade who's hurt? Good. No, wait, I don't mean... Listen, better him than Sherlock or John, right? What do you mean, "You heartless woman"?

He is supposed to be John-sized because then he is exactly right-sized to fill that inexplicable hole inside Sherlock and what will happen to Sherlock if John starts shrinking and the hole stops being filled?
*narrows her eyes* Wait. Is it porn now?

Aaaaah, happy ending. Okay, you can come back. :D It's a lovely fic. Poor scared Sherlock. *looks at your "current mood"* And poor you, I hope you're not too sick! Also congrats on doing the thing! :D