fic - BBC!Sherlock - Choices
Title: Choices
Author: virdant
Length: 179 words, super-short
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Gen, Angst
Pairing: None.
Summary: Sherlock comes to a realization about what killing Moriarty means..
Warning: Implications of death.
Notes: Written for this prompt at the BBC!Sherlock Fic Meme Prompting Post Part XVII. Thanks to Pann for reading it over before I posted. (I'm starting to sense a pattern here...)
Choices
Oh, Sherlock thinks.
He can end this now. It isn’t hard to think far into the future, to deduce what is in store for him. He does that now, quickly, watching Moriarty while Moriarty stares back.
He has a gun. He has his fists. He could end this: put a bullet through Moriarty’s brain, tackle him and throw him off the cliff. He could win.
And then what? All that effort, just for winning. And after he’s won, what happens? He will go back to Baker Street and languish, bored. Lestrade will call, perhaps once a month, because crimes are easier without Moriarty in the background guiding things. He will turn to nicotine and John will take his patches away, one by one, until he doesn’t even have those to keep him company. Eventually, he will retire to Sussex and keep bees, because bees are the only things that he cannot completely predict, until even that is taken away from him when he dies, peacefully, from boredom.
Oh, Sherlock thinks, the future sprawled before him, and lets Moriarty choose.
end.
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Author: virdant
Length: 179 words, super-short
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Gen, Angst
Pairing: None.
Summary: Sherlock comes to a realization about what killing Moriarty means..
Warning: Implications of death.
Notes: Written for this prompt at the BBC!Sherlock Fic Meme Prompting Post Part XVII. Thanks to Pann for reading it over before I posted. (I'm starting to sense a pattern here...)
Choices
Oh, Sherlock thinks.
He can end this now. It isn’t hard to think far into the future, to deduce what is in store for him. He does that now, quickly, watching Moriarty while Moriarty stares back.
He has a gun. He has his fists. He could end this: put a bullet through Moriarty’s brain, tackle him and throw him off the cliff. He could win.
And then what? All that effort, just for winning. And after he’s won, what happens? He will go back to Baker Street and languish, bored. Lestrade will call, perhaps once a month, because crimes are easier without Moriarty in the background guiding things. He will turn to nicotine and John will take his patches away, one by one, until he doesn’t even have those to keep him company. Eventually, he will retire to Sussex and keep bees, because bees are the only things that he cannot completely predict, until even that is taken away from him when he dies, peacefully, from boredom.
Oh, Sherlock thinks, the future sprawled before him, and lets Moriarty choose.
end.
Masterlist of BBC!Sherlock fanfiction here
Masterlist of fandoms here