Fic: 221B - True North

[anarion]

Title: True North
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: Is a friend indeed



Today's prompt: river

________________________________________________


True North


The man pressed the gun to John’s temple, a mean smile on his face. Then he pulled the trigger.

Sherlock screamed.

And then jerked awake in his own bed, John’s body – alive, thank God – a warm presence next to him.

He knew that he had to move to get the pictures out of his head, so he carefully slid from the bed and padded barefoot into the kitchen to drink a glass of water. The floor was cold under his feet and he was glad to slip back under the duvet a few moments later.

Yet he was wide awake and sleep would not come for a while. The moonlight gave enough illumination for him to look at John, see every little detail.

John’s hand reached for him and Sherlock studied it after it came to rest on his own arm. It was like a map. The scar from the knife wound was like a mountain range across John’s forearm and he could see the rivers of blood flow right under the skin.

He traced one of it with his finger and thought about the importance of maps. How they help you and prevent that one gets lost in unfamiliar terrain.

In a lot of ways John had become Sherlock’s map, his compass.

Without him he would completely lose his bearing.




Next 221b: Broken Wings


------------------
AN:
The prompt - courtesy of Verity Burns - was 'river'.

I think there's something wrong with me. I lost my porn. I saw the prompt and thought 'Oh yeah, river - Thames - Sherlock falls in - has to warm up - sex!' Simple, right?
And then I went for a run (best way to come up with story lines or dialogue!) and this happened. *pfff*
Someone go and find my porn!






.

Comments

[tamzette.livejournal.com]

Awww, but this is beautiful too...!

[chocolamousse.livejournal.com]

The man pressed the gun to John’s temple, a mean smile on his face. Then he pulled the trigger.
Ah. No porn this time, then?

And then jerked...
Aha!
...awake in his own bed
Oh. Nope.

sleep would not come for a while
And it's not the only one obviously.

Sherlock studied it after it came
Good job, hand.

Someone go and find my porn!
Done. :D

Seriously, it's a very sweet 221B.
Without him he would completely lose his bearing.
Awww.

Also, stop running. You see how much it's bad for you and your porn.

[verityburns.livejournal.com]

I am not going to waste my nice potentially-porny promts on you any more if you're going to frighten me like this... it's just cruel. The next batch will be un-de-smut-able ;)

But... I must admit that you more than redeemed yourself with the last couple of lines - absolutely lovely :D

[atlinmerrick.livejournal.com]

Oh you scared me. That opening...*shiver.*

Don't over-think the porn thing too much. It will come. Just keep writing, no matter what.

I know we have months and months yet, but I am so going to miss these when they're gone. *Damn*

Speaking of True North...

[sabrinaphynn.livejournal.com]

I wonder if you have ever heard this song, which sounds so like a letter Sherlock could have written during the Hiatus:
http://www.metrolyrics.com/true-north-lyrics-fisher.html/

I wish I could link the song itself, it is haunting!

[tracionn.livejournal.com]

FAVE FAVE FAVE. Such a fave FAVE. This is wonderful and gives me so many feelings and I loved how John even in his sleep reached out (and did the right thing with that) and the map/compass picture is magnificent.

[rox712.livejournal.com]

Normally, if I saw someone write: I wanted to do porn, but I couldn't, I would weep. But this was beautiful. Sad, tender and loving. It's all fine.

[defiantculture.livejournal.com]

Awww this was so cute though :3