Sherlock - Too Soon
Title: Too Soon
Fandom: Sherlock
Characters: Sherlock & John
Rating: PG
Warning: Post-Reichenbach, beware of all the feels
"Sherlock?"
Sherlock's heart lifted in brief elation at the sound of his name upon the soldier's lips. He leaned forward in the chair, placing his elbows steadily on his knees. The corners of his own lips curled upwards slightly, but the smile dissipated almost as quickly as it had come. The soldier's eyes were distant, vacant. John wasn't seeing him, not really. He was nothing more than a ghost and a painful memory.
"Sherlock?"
Sherlock hung his head and sighed. He should have known coming back wasn't going to be easy. He had, after all, ripped a hole in the heart of his friend, his only friend. It was too soon, a wound like that was going to take time. Time, yes, obviously. John would never know he had been there and perhaps that was best. Perhaps in a few years...
He stood and placed a gentle hand on his friend's shoulder, but even his light touch wasn't registering. He flipped up his collar of his coat, burying his feelings beneath it and left John to his thoughts. His friend's parting words sending another cold blade of guilt to his heart.
"Why, Sherlock? Why did you have to die?"
Fandom: Sherlock
Characters: Sherlock & John
Rating: PG
Warning: Post-Reichenbach, beware of all the feels
"Sherlock?"
Sherlock's heart lifted in brief elation at the sound of his name upon the soldier's lips. He leaned forward in the chair, placing his elbows steadily on his knees. The corners of his own lips curled upwards slightly, but the smile dissipated almost as quickly as it had come. The soldier's eyes were distant, vacant. John wasn't seeing him, not really. He was nothing more than a ghost and a painful memory.
"Sherlock?"
Sherlock hung his head and sighed. He should have known coming back wasn't going to be easy. He had, after all, ripped a hole in the heart of his friend, his only friend. It was too soon, a wound like that was going to take time. Time, yes, obviously. John would never know he had been there and perhaps that was best. Perhaps in a few years...
He stood and placed a gentle hand on his friend's shoulder, but even his light touch wasn't registering. He flipped up his collar of his coat, burying his feelings beneath it and left John to his thoughts. His friend's parting words sending another cold blade of guilt to his heart.
"Why, Sherlock? Why did you have to die?"