Sherlock: Fic: Heartless?
My first attempt at Sherlock fic. I am so glad Sherlock came along, this is the first time I've felt inspired in ages.
Title: Heartless?
Rating: g
Length: 537 words
Summary: Coda for 1x3. Sherlock has a heart. No, really!
“I was wrong.” John breaks the awkward silence that hangs between them as they sit in the back of the ambulance.
(He wants to tell Sherlock that he was wrong when he said that he didn’t have a heart. He does, John knows that now; can see that Sherlock’s heart is just a little defective. He’s had so little affection in his life that it’s just not something that he’s accustomed to dealing with.)
Everyone’s bustling around them, but no one will look them in the eye. John can see the discomfort in their eyes, the look that says you almost died and now I have no idea what to say to you. He’s seen it before, too many times. After Afghanistan, returning to civilian life he never thought he’d have to see that look again, then he met Sherlock Holmes and his world was turned upside down.
“Hmm...yes well that’s hardly news worthy,” Sherlock replies without even a glance at John. His eyes are focused on the rubble of the swimming pool, no doubt scanning for any traces of Moriarty. Sherlock knows as well as John does that the police won’t find anything. Somehow, Jim Moriarty will be long gone by now.
“Excuse me?!” John asks incredulously, not sure if he’d heard right considering his ears are still ringing from the blast.
This time Sherlock actually looks at John, eyes searching his face for...well, John’s not sure what but he knows Sherlock well enough now to know when he’s trying to figure something out
“Well, it’s true,” he responds, unapologetically. “If I were to be wrong then it would be something worth discussing, but you’re so frequently wrong that I’ve given up trying to correct you.”
“Sometimes Sherlock, you really are intolerable.”
“Have I said something to upset you?”
John wants to shout but he can’t because knows that he means it, Sherlock genuinely doesn’t see what he’s just said or why John would be upset.
“Because if I have then you really must disregard everything I say right now, I’m in shock from the blast, see, I have a blanket and everything.” Sherlock picks at the orange blanket draped loosely around his hunched shoulders as though to emphasise his point, before flashing John one of his oh-so-false grins. Far from having the desired effect Sherlock only succeed in making John angry and creeped out. There was something about him when he tried to smile that just screamed sociopath, without the high-functioning part.
“I’ve got a blanket too you know. You can’t use that excuse on me,Sherlock, I’m not as easily fooled as Lestrade may be, I live with you remember. You know as well as I do that you enjoyed that entire thing. All those people being kidnapped, killed, the thrill of the chase, you get off on it.”
Sherlock’s eyes flicked from John’s face to the rubble of the once swimming pool and back again before taking a deep breath as though figuring out what to say. “Of course John, you’re right. To a point, I was enjoying it. Right until you stepped through that door with a bomb strapped to your chest. It seems you’ve found my heart after all.”
Title: Heartless?
Rating: g
Length: 537 words
Summary: Coda for 1x3. Sherlock has a heart. No, really!
“I was wrong.” John breaks the awkward silence that hangs between them as they sit in the back of the ambulance.
(He wants to tell Sherlock that he was wrong when he said that he didn’t have a heart. He does, John knows that now; can see that Sherlock’s heart is just a little defective. He’s had so little affection in his life that it’s just not something that he’s accustomed to dealing with.)
Everyone’s bustling around them, but no one will look them in the eye. John can see the discomfort in their eyes, the look that says you almost died and now I have no idea what to say to you. He’s seen it before, too many times. After Afghanistan, returning to civilian life he never thought he’d have to see that look again, then he met Sherlock Holmes and his world was turned upside down.
“Hmm...yes well that’s hardly news worthy,” Sherlock replies without even a glance at John. His eyes are focused on the rubble of the swimming pool, no doubt scanning for any traces of Moriarty. Sherlock knows as well as John does that the police won’t find anything. Somehow, Jim Moriarty will be long gone by now.
“Excuse me?!” John asks incredulously, not sure if he’d heard right considering his ears are still ringing from the blast.
This time Sherlock actually looks at John, eyes searching his face for...well, John’s not sure what but he knows Sherlock well enough now to know when he’s trying to figure something out
“Well, it’s true,” he responds, unapologetically. “If I were to be wrong then it would be something worth discussing, but you’re so frequently wrong that I’ve given up trying to correct you.”
“Sometimes Sherlock, you really are intolerable.”
“Have I said something to upset you?”
John wants to shout but he can’t because knows that he means it, Sherlock genuinely doesn’t see what he’s just said or why John would be upset.
“Because if I have then you really must disregard everything I say right now, I’m in shock from the blast, see, I have a blanket and everything.” Sherlock picks at the orange blanket draped loosely around his hunched shoulders as though to emphasise his point, before flashing John one of his oh-so-false grins. Far from having the desired effect Sherlock only succeed in making John angry and creeped out. There was something about him when he tried to smile that just screamed sociopath, without the high-functioning part.
“I’ve got a blanket too you know. You can’t use that excuse on me,Sherlock, I’m not as easily fooled as Lestrade may be, I live with you remember. You know as well as I do that you enjoyed that entire thing. All those people being kidnapped, killed, the thrill of the chase, you get off on it.”
Sherlock’s eyes flicked from John’s face to the rubble of the once swimming pool and back again before taking a deep breath as though figuring out what to say. “Of course John, you’re right. To a point, I was enjoying it. Right until you stepped through that door with a bomb strapped to your chest. It seems you’ve found my heart after all.”