Sherlock fic - "In Arduis Fidelis" 1/1 PG
Some unapologetic angst and a dose of old fashioned h/c. (Also a couple of naughty words - well, John was in the army - and some non-graphic injuries).
( A gunshot. John drops the mug, hot tea splashing over his fingers. Broken china skitters across the kitchen floor. Outside, someone’s screaming. )
( A gunshot. John drops the mug, hot tea splashing over his fingers. Broken china skitters across the kitchen floor. Outside, someone’s screaming. )
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