Fic: 221B - Show your hand
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anarionTitle: Show your hand
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
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atlinmerrick.Previous 221b: Unsung Hero
Today's prompt:
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Show your hand
Something had been different in the way Sherlock had touched him.
John was in the kitchen making tea, only for himself since Sherlock was still sleeping like a log. He tried to remember what it was.
He thought back to last night. Sherlock had ushered him home and into the shower to wash all the filth away. Then he had dragged him into bed where they had sex.
John wasn’t going to call it ‘making love’ because it had had the hard edge of almost loss and the aftertaste of despair and fear that go with it.
He reached for the mug and suddenly froze mid-movement. Hands. It was something with Sherlock’s hands. He almost dropped the mug in his haste to put it down and rushed to the bedroom where Sherlock was still sleeping.
One of his hands rested on John’s pillow and John knelt down next to the bed and gently pulled the hand close to look at it. As he had suspected all the fingernails were bitten down right to the onychostroma and two of them were bloody.
When Sherlock woke, John was still kneeling next to the bed, holding Sherlock’s hand and crying silently.
Sherlock had admitted that he had been under tremendous stress trying to find John, but he’d never revealed it had been that bad.
Next 221b: Big brother is watching you
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AN:
The prompt was 'fingernail'.
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Date: 2012-12-30 06:28 pm (UTC)Btw, I don't know if this is feasible, but it would be kinda cool to know each day what number 221b you're on out of the 365...
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Date: 2012-12-30 08:07 pm (UTC)This is day 209. :)
Where would be a good place to put this information? Any suggestions?
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Date: 2012-12-30 08:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-12-30 07:14 pm (UTC)*reads the fic*
*gulps*
So, er... Did you spend a merry Christmas? What's the weather like at your place?
*wibbles*
WHY? WHY DO YOU DO THAT? IT'S YOUR FIRST 221B IN SIX DAYS AND YOU WRITE ANGST AND THERE'S JOHN KNEELING NEXT TO THE BED, HOLDING SHERLOCK’S HAND AND CRYING SILENTLY!!! And your writing is rather sober in this fic, which makes it even more powerful. But, on the sunny side, I learnt the word onychostroma so it's fine. :D
I think it's "He thought back
toabout last night." :-)no subject
Date: 2012-12-31 12:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-12-31 12:52 am (UTC)*is horribly mortified* :D
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Date: 2012-12-31 12:59 am (UTC)*whispers* Delete, delete, delete ...
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Date: 2012-12-31 01:12 am (UTC)*nods proudly*
Anyway even if I tried I don't think I could delete or edit my comment since you answered it. Feel free to feel awfully guilty. :D
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Date: 2012-12-31 01:22 am (UTC)*grumbles* There's no pleasing some people
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Date: 2012-12-31 01:32 am (UTC)*re-reads Ariane's sentence*
*re-reads her own sentence*
Yes, that's what I meant. I think. If I understand correctly what you mean. I'm sorry, it's 2.30 am here and I don't even know why I'm not in my bed. :D
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Date: 2012-12-31 03:35 pm (UTC)*facepalms*
I am now doubly mortified. :D
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Date: 2012-12-30 09:05 pm (UTC)This is really poignant and beautiful - fantastic imagery. If I could draw at all I'd be incredibly tempted to try to illustrate that last scene. Sad, but utterly gorgeous.
xxx
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Date: 2012-12-30 09:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-12-30 10:18 pm (UTC)Hope the holidays were as good to you as you are to your readers!
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Date: 2012-12-31 12:43 am (UTC)But although it's heart-breaking, it's also beautiful. John's love for Sherlock and his hatred of causing him pain is beautifully written.
But what happened to John so that Sherlock had to find him? *frets*
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Date: 2013-01-13 12:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-01-13 12:39 am (UTC)