Monsters
TITLE: Monsters
FANDOM: Sherlock
CHARACTERS: John Watson, Sherlock Holmes
NOTE: A fic this short should probably be a drabble if it's going to justify itself at all. Unfortunately it's not. It's just short and pretty much pointless. :P (Think of it as necessary Watson, to make up for him not being in the last fic.)
John still hadn’t felt the twinge of guilt that should, ordinarily, come with killing a man. Even before he’d learnt that the man had been terminally ill, he hadn’t felt any remorse. He was used to seeing people he barely knew die. He was used to seeing people he liked die. The man had killed multiple people and would have perhaps killed another if John hadn’t intervened.
John also felt, with something like instinctive knowledge, that he had kept someone who mattered alive.
It wasn’t just that Sherlock had a brilliant mind, an almost impossible knack for crime solving. Sherlock mattered to him.
“You’re telling me,” said John, slowly, “That you put your full weight on a dying man’s wound? On purpose?”
“He was dying and I needed information from him,” said Sherlock, placidly.
They were both monsters, in a way. In many ways. John believed the best of Sherlock, if only so he could believe better of himself.