Fanfic: 3 Reichenbach Drabbles - PG
Author: Bonnie (soul_bonnie)
Fandom: BBC Sherlock
Rating: PG
Pairing(s): Sherlock/John
Warning(s): If you watched Reichenbach, you know what's coming...
Contains: Heavy spoilers for Season 2
Beta:cicerothewriter
Notes: There's not much to tell... I rewatched Reichenbach, cried, and wrote these. It's in 2nd person, in case you need a heads-up for that. :)
A thousand thanks to cicerothewriter for being a simply amazing beta! *hugs*
Disclaimer: I'm just a little girl, playing with someone else's toys. (Which is in official speak: I did not have a hand in the writing of any Sherlock Holmes stories by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle nor in the adaption by Mark Gatiss and Steven Moffat.)
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The realisation hits hard.
Your mind is reeling, running like a trapped rabbit. There has to be a way out, there has to be, but there isn't. You panic and you think even harder. Surely I must find something he overlooked, a loophole, a little back door, but all your superior mind does for you this time is make you see the hopelessness faster than anyone else would have. The rabbit is trapped, and the door has slammed shut. And it all gets simpler somehow: there is only one way. You step closer to the edge and wait for John.
~*~
He makes this so much harder. This silly little man, so easy to figure out, so impossible to predict. You had it all planned; you knew what to tell John, what role to assign to him: the harbinger of your last lie. Only he won't budge. His faith in you is as strong as the foundations of the earth, and nothing has ever touched it or ever could. And when that little tear-choked laugh escapes you, because you would have preferred anger or sadness to this, the meaning of the word love isn't as far away as it once was.
~*~
You never say goodbye when you speak to him on the phone; you just hang up, often cutting him off in mid-sentence. You can't really say why you stick to convention this time, and that you do scares you. You linger, and you listen to John's breathing, and you want to tell him.
I don't want to leave you.
I wish I could name what you are to me.
I was so alone...
But your heart is swollen, painful, and it won't fit in your mouth, so you throw the phone away, spread your arms, and pray that he knows.
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If you would like to leave comments, I'd be delighted!
Fandom: BBC Sherlock
Rating: PG
Pairing(s): Sherlock/John
Warning(s): If you watched Reichenbach, you know what's coming...
Contains: Heavy spoilers for Season 2
Beta:cicerothewriter
Notes: There's not much to tell... I rewatched Reichenbach, cried, and wrote these. It's in 2nd person, in case you need a heads-up for that. :)
A thousand thanks to cicerothewriter for being a simply amazing beta! *hugs*
Disclaimer: I'm just a little girl, playing with someone else's toys. (Which is in official speak: I did not have a hand in the writing of any Sherlock Holmes stories by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle nor in the adaption by Mark Gatiss and Steven Moffat.)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The realisation hits hard.
Your mind is reeling, running like a trapped rabbit. There has to be a way out, there has to be, but there isn't. You panic and you think even harder. Surely I must find something he overlooked, a loophole, a little back door, but all your superior mind does for you this time is make you see the hopelessness faster than anyone else would have. The rabbit is trapped, and the door has slammed shut. And it all gets simpler somehow: there is only one way. You step closer to the edge and wait for John.
~*~
He makes this so much harder. This silly little man, so easy to figure out, so impossible to predict. You had it all planned; you knew what to tell John, what role to assign to him: the harbinger of your last lie. Only he won't budge. His faith in you is as strong as the foundations of the earth, and nothing has ever touched it or ever could. And when that little tear-choked laugh escapes you, because you would have preferred anger or sadness to this, the meaning of the word love isn't as far away as it once was.
~*~
You never say goodbye when you speak to him on the phone; you just hang up, often cutting him off in mid-sentence. You can't really say why you stick to convention this time, and that you do scares you. You linger, and you listen to John's breathing, and you want to tell him.
I don't want to leave you.
I wish I could name what you are to me.
I was so alone...
But your heart is swollen, painful, and it won't fit in your mouth, so you throw the phone away, spread your arms, and pray that he knows.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
If you would like to leave comments, I'd be delighted!