Sherlock Fanfic: Spiral
Title: Spiral
Fandom: Sherlock BBC
Rating/Warning:Gen, PG13. Spoilers for the end of Series 2, which airs in some form or other on PBS this Sunday.
Word Count: 221B
Disclaimer: I do not own this world or these characters.
Summary: Missing scene for near the end of 2.03, John angst.
A/N: Just something quick and grim to go with this screencap. Part writing exercise, part therapy. Stream of conciousness. [LJ-only]
Spiral
by CaffieneKitty
The clock ticks, and he can't decide if he wants to stop it.
He wants eggs and toast, wants to break something small and controlled, not too much or he won't stop breaking.
He's not hungry. He doesn't want to see anything else break.
He wants to scream but that would mean he was actually here, making noise, and all of this was real. He doesn't want to eat. He doesn't want to want, he doesn't want to be. He sees, over and over and he can't make it stop, can't make it rewind, changing down to up. Time goes one way, tick of the clock and the moment's passed. No going back.
What should I have said? What did I not say that made him-? What did I say that made him-?
The clock ticks, loud in the unfamiliar lack of loud. His bare feet rest on the carpet, lost scraps of something shattered digging into his soles.
Why did he-? What did I-? I was right there. How did I fail him? How was I not enough?
Not enough to make him stay, stop, step backwards instead of forwards, time unwinding, reversing.
Time goes one way. Forwards. A black fluttering, down, down, done.
What should I have done? What could I have done?
The clock ticks, time progressing for the world, leaving John behind.
- - -
(that's all)
Fandom: Sherlock BBC
Rating/Warning:Gen, PG13. Spoilers for the end of Series 2, which airs in some form or other on PBS this Sunday.
Word Count: 221B
Disclaimer: I do not own this world or these characters.
Summary: Missing scene for near the end of 2.03, John angst.
A/N: Just something quick and grim to go with this screencap. Part writing exercise, part therapy. Stream of conciousness. [LJ-only]
Spiral
by CaffieneKitty
The clock ticks, and he can't decide if he wants to stop it.
He wants eggs and toast, wants to break something small and controlled, not too much or he won't stop breaking.
He's not hungry. He doesn't want to see anything else break.
He wants to scream but that would mean he was actually here, making noise, and all of this was real. He doesn't want to eat. He doesn't want to want, he doesn't want to be. He sees, over and over and he can't make it stop, can't make it rewind, changing down to up. Time goes one way, tick of the clock and the moment's passed. No going back.
What should I have said? What did I not say that made him-? What did I say that made him-?
The clock ticks, loud in the unfamiliar lack of loud. His bare feet rest on the carpet, lost scraps of something shattered digging into his soles.
Why did he-? What did I-? I was right there. How did I fail him? How was I not enough?
Not enough to make him stay, stop, step backwards instead of forwards, time unwinding, reversing.
Time goes one way. Forwards. A black fluttering, down, down, done.
What should I have done? What could I have done?
The clock ticks, time progressing for the world, leaving John behind.
- - -
(that's all)