Fic: 221B - Tell me true (2/?)

[anarion]

Title: Tell me true (2/?)
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: Division of labour


Today's prompt: Afghanistan

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Tell me true (2/?)


Sherlock has been going through John's stuff again. He does that every once in a while, John is never quite sure why. It seems to be his very own overture to personal questions. This time he comes down the stairs and has John's dog tags in his hand.

John is on the sofa, reading a book and taking an occasional sip from a bottle of beer.

Sherlock stops in the middle of the living room and plunges right into it.

“What do you miss?”

John puts his book away and beckons for Sherlock to sit down. When he does, John puts his feet in Sherlock’s lap.

“About Afghanistan? The nights in the desert, with the stars so close and clear to see. The spicy food. Waking up early in the morning when the temperature is still mild but you can already smell the heat in the air. The easy camaraderie we had. The feeling of purpose I had.”

Sherlock swallows.

“Would you go back if you could?”

“Before I met you, that was all I could think about. That I wanted to go back. When I realised that I would never go back, I wished that I had died there. There was no reason for me to be here. I was useless and broken. Now there’s no reason to go back.”





Next 221b: Otherwise engaged


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AN:
Today's prompt was 'Afghanistan'.

This is part of the 'Tell me true' series. You can find them (only one part so far *ahem*) via the 'tell me true' tag.

Thank you, purrculier, for the wonderful title!






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Comments

[treelight.livejournal.com]

Oohh, that was sad and comforting at the same time! But what else than masterpieces are we to expect from you?

I wonder, will John ask his own questions of Sherlock one day?

[anarion.livejournal.com]

Aaw, thank you!

John will ask questions too. Do you have one that you'd like him to ask?

[atlinmerrick.livejournal.com]

I love Sherlock going through his things as a precursor to questions. And *what* a wonderful question. And John's answer: So true-sounding, real, and right for John. Another wonderful, deep insight—in 221 words!

[anarion.livejournal.com]

Thank you! *beams*

[tracionn.livejournal.com]

I love this series already! Fave, definitely.

[anarion.livejournal.com]

I love it too. :D

[anarion.livejournal.com]

Wow, that was impolite.

I meant to say: Thank you! <3

[tracionn.livejournal.com]

*giggles* Don't worry, a content author makes content readers :)
You're very welcome!

[chocolamousse.livejournal.com]

Sherlock stops in the middle of the living room and plunges right into it.
Sherlock plunges right into the middle of the living room? But why? *is puzzled* No, I'm joking.

Sherlock swallows.
“Would you go back if you could?”
If there's not a touch of insecure!Sherlock here, I don't know what a touch of insecure!Sherlock is. So, yay! And John's answer is perfect: Now there’s no reason to go back. Great last sentence for your fic. *sighs happily*

Sweet and moving. I love your new series!

Pst! Maybe you could say, "When he does, John puts his feet into Sherlock’s lap" to make clearer who "he" is for your very tired readers. Or maybe you meant, "When he does, he puts his feet into John’s lap"? Also, I may be wrong but I think it's "into Sherlock’s lap". (Hey, YOU asked me to nitpick, okay? :D)

[anarion.livejournal.com]

Tee-hee, I love it too!

Thank you. *mwah*