Fic: 221B - Face your fears

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Title: Face your fears
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 atlinmerrick.






Previous 221b: Like daylight shooting stars


Today's prompt: beard

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Face your fears


Greg Lestrade is a brave man. Someone who would die for his friends, for his family and even in the line of duty. There are not a lot of things that he is afraid of.

John Watson can be one of them.

Oh, don’t get me wrong. He isn’t afraid of him as such, these two have become rather good friends over the years. John was there for him when his marriage ultimately ended, when the alcohol became tempting again and when he was nearly going up the walls when his daughter was born and there were complications and he wasn’t allowed in.

But today, John scared him.

Sherlock had been missing for four days and when they found the body of a white male, Lestrade went in to identify him.

He couldn’t. The body had been mutilated beyond recognition.

Then John arrives. Lestrade refuses to let him see the body, says that they would wait for conclusive tests. And right there, right then he thinks John will kill him. He doesn’t shout, he doesn’t push. He just goes cold, his body rigid, his eyes and voice like steel.

“I’m not going to ask twice. Step aside, Greg.”

He does.

He hears him say ‘It’s not him’ and watches his friend go to his knees in relief, suddenly looking so breakable.



Next 221b: I don't beg


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AN:
Today's prompt was 'beard'.
Apart from the very obvious reason it also means to 'confront someone/something bravely'.
And we all know I try not to go for the obvious (except when it's porn *ahem*).


I'm sorry, but I just returned from the cinema after having seen 'The Dark Knight Rises' and I am way too tired to come up with a witty title for this one.
Good night.







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Comments

[atlinmerrick.livejournal.com]

God you're a force to be reckoned with. Two hundred and twenty-two words and they hit you hard, right in the chest.

All of this is wonderful but:

"He hears him say ‘It’s not him’ and watches his friend go to his knees in relief, suddenly looking so breakable."

It's only one line and you have packed so so so much into it.