Fic: 221B - Broken Wings

[anarion]

Title: Broken Wings
Words: a 221B has 221 words and ends with a b-word
Rating: PG-13
Pairings : Sherlock/John
Warnings: child-abuse (OC) in the past
Disclaimer: Not mine.

Summary: ‘365 days of 221Bs’ challenge: a prompt a day, given by atlinmerrick.






Previous 221b: True North



Today's prompt: angel

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Broken Wings


“Thank you, son, you are an angel.”

For some reason that term did not sit well with Sherlock. Not that there weren’t a dozen people ready to agree with him that he was clearly not an angel, but the vehemence with which he still negated it days later confused John.

He watched Sherlock who was walking up and down in the living room, mumbling to himself, ‘An angel. Certainly not.”

“Sherlock. Come here. Sit down and tell me what on earth has you so worked up.”

Sherlock did not sit down, but he stopped pacing and mumbling.

“Please.”

It took John a while and a lot of well-placed questions to get to the heart of the matter.

It turned out that Sherlock’s mother was a frequent church-goer and both her sons were expected to be altar boys. Both questioned the concept of God early but still went to please their mother. Little Sherlock actually liked the feeling of belonging and the priest, who always took him and his questions regarding the church seriously. He used to call the boys ‘my little angels’ and Sherlock liked that too.

Until he discovered the priest’s dark secret because he tried to find out why Timothy no longer wanted to come to church.

From that day on Sherlock’s relationship with the church was forever broken.




Next 221b: There's none so deaf as those who will not hear


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AN:
The prompt was 'angel'.

I'm sorry for not posting anything on friday, that was a bad day and sad things happened. I'm better now, no worries. Although hugs are always welcome. :)






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Comments

[atlinmerrick.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry you've had a bad few days. I will give you extra hugs when I see you, hopefully very soon.

As for Sherlock and Timothy...sadness.

[chocolamousse.livejournal.com]

Ow, this is quite dark. Without your warning I'd have thought Sherlock was the abused child but fortunately you're not that evil. It would have been easy to use the prompt by talking about Sherlock's angelic look or by quoting the "I may be on the side of the angels, but don’t think for one second that I am one of them" thing, but as always you did anything but the obvious. Anyway, I think I need a bit of fluff now. :-)

*reads your An and sees your current mood*
*hugs you again*
I think you need fluff too! :-)

P.S. Look, I found an illustration for your Pillars of Gold! :D
http://www.deviantart.com/morelikethis/collections/340293673#/d5mixpy

[kestrel337.livejournal.com]

Sorry you've had some hard days, many virtual hugs coming your way.

[rox712.livejournal.com]

Oh my God!

[anarion.livejournal.com]

Um,.. I'm sorry?

[rox712.livejournal.com]

I didn't read the warning, so you really got me there. So sad!

[chocolamousse.livejournal.com]

Are you really sure "Oh my God!" is very appropriate for this story? :D

[anarion.livejournal.com]

Hahaha! :D

A good point!

[rox712.livejournal.com]

Chocola!! This is serious! We can't giggle, it's a crime scene!

[chocolamousse.livejournal.com]

You’re the one who shot him said it. Don’t blame me.

Anyway it's all right, the author giggles. Look, she says, "Hahaha! :D" If the author says, "Hahaha! :D" we're allowed to giggle too. It's the law.