15 Snapshots
Fandom: Sherlock (BBC 2010) [S2]Rating: Gen
Characters: All
Warning: Speculation for The Reichenbach Fall.
A/N: An exercise in taking my already compact style and compacting it farther. Based around speculation for S2, E3.
-The second he gets the text, he knows. “How’s baby brother?”
-There’s something dangerous in the kitchen, and it will probably kill him if he doesn’t clean it up. He’d rather die than erase its existence, though.
-Falling isn’t so bad, he realizes idly. Too bad I won’t reach terminal velocity.
-So ends the boy who wanted to be a pirate. In that end, also, is the boy who became one.
-She still brings two cups of tea.
-The coffin is so light to weigh so heavy on him. He could shoulder Britain, but this?
-When the men in suits come to tell her, she’s devastated, and disappointed. If he had to die, couldn’t he have given her the satisfaction of knowing what made him different?
-He only knew that he wanted them to go down together. As always, tied together.
-Somehow, from that first day that the drug-addled genius had turned up, he’d had one of those hunches about how he’d be saying goodbye.
-He was the one who was supposed to die. That’s what he was there for, right?
-When the supposed dead shows up in his study, all he can really do is sigh, and offer him a blanket.
-It’s so quiet upstairs, now. She never thought she’d miss gunshots.
-There will be a day that he swears that he saw the too tall figure with oddly dark hair running across a street. He will not be able to follow, but a painful hope will spring up in his chest.
-There are odd things happening in his office, and he knows who he’d blame, if they were alive.
-Being dead was so useful, sometimes. Otherwise, it just reminds him of his new-found humanity.
Characters: All
Warning: Speculation for The Reichenbach Fall.
A/N: An exercise in taking my already compact style and compacting it farther. Based around speculation for S2, E3.
-The second he gets the text, he knows. “How’s baby brother?”
-There’s something dangerous in the kitchen, and it will probably kill him if he doesn’t clean it up. He’d rather die than erase its existence, though.
-Falling isn’t so bad, he realizes idly. Too bad I won’t reach terminal velocity.
-So ends the boy who wanted to be a pirate. In that end, also, is the boy who became one.
-She still brings two cups of tea.
-The coffin is so light to weigh so heavy on him. He could shoulder Britain, but this?
-When the men in suits come to tell her, she’s devastated, and disappointed. If he had to die, couldn’t he have given her the satisfaction of knowing what made him different?
-He only knew that he wanted them to go down together. As always, tied together.
-Somehow, from that first day that the drug-addled genius had turned up, he’d had one of those hunches about how he’d be saying goodbye.
-He was the one who was supposed to die. That’s what he was there for, right?
-When the supposed dead shows up in his study, all he can really do is sigh, and offer him a blanket.
-It’s so quiet upstairs, now. She never thought she’d miss gunshots.
-There will be a day that he swears that he saw the too tall figure with oddly dark hair running across a street. He will not be able to follow, but a painful hope will spring up in his chest.
-There are odd things happening in his office, and he knows who he’d blame, if they were alive.
-Being dead was so useful, sometimes. Otherwise, it just reminds him of his new-found humanity.