[Sherlock Holmes ACD] --- Lost (JWP#09 2015)
Title: Lost
Theme: Watson's Woes July Writing Prompts 2015
Prompt: #9 Healer's Choice. One person Watson chose not to save.
Author: Alaylith
Rating: General Audiences
Universe: ACD
Warning: mentions of suicide
Characters: Watson, Holmes
WordCount: 143
Summary: Some people you can't save.
A/N: Very unhappy with this... The prompt only gave me quite depressing thoughts and I had several starts on this ficlet, but every one just made it more difficult. So I just wrote this to be done with it...
And now excuse me - I am going to watch videos of fluffy kittens... :(
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I recognize the look in his eyes; this lost expression and the dark shadows.
I have seen this look many times - in so many different faces. One of them my own.
I know what he feels, how he feels and I take a step back, lower my hands.
There is nothing I can do.
A single shot echoes through the silence.
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Holmes and Lestrade run into the room just seconds after the shot, but I just shake my head and leave the house, leaving the dead man behind.
Outside I take a deep breath, looking up to the grey clouds and I can feel when Holmes steps to my side.
"You could not save him, Watson?" he asks silently and I only sigh.
"No, there was nothing I could do."
Because not everyone can be saved no matter what choice you make.
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Theme: Watson's Woes July Writing Prompts 2015
Prompt: #9 Healer's Choice. One person Watson chose not to save.
Author: Alaylith
Rating: General Audiences
Universe: ACD
Warning: mentions of suicide
Characters: Watson, Holmes
WordCount: 143
Summary: Some people you can't save.
A/N: Very unhappy with this... The prompt only gave me quite depressing thoughts and I had several starts on this ficlet, but every one just made it more difficult. So I just wrote this to be done with it...
And now excuse me - I am going to watch videos of fluffy kittens... :(
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I recognize the look in his eyes; this lost expression and the dark shadows.
I have seen this look many times - in so many different faces. One of them my own.
I know what he feels, how he feels and I take a step back, lower my hands.
There is nothing I can do.
A single shot echoes through the silence.
+
Holmes and Lestrade run into the room just seconds after the shot, but I just shake my head and leave the house, leaving the dead man behind.
Outside I take a deep breath, looking up to the grey clouds and I can feel when Holmes steps to my side.
"You could not save him, Watson?" he asks silently and I only sigh.
"No, there was nothing I could do."
Because not everyone can be saved no matter what choice you make.
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