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caffienekitty) wrote2015-02-20 12:11 am
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Sherlock Drabble: We Didn't Start The Fire
Title: We Didn't Start the Fire
Fandom: Sherlock (BBC)
Alternate Posting: AO3
Rating/Content: PG13. A bit florid, a bit vague.
Word Count: 100 words
Disclaimer: Not my world.
A/N: Written for
watsons_woes Challenge #27 for short things. Title with apologies to Billy Joel.
Summary: In the moments immediately after he is pulled from the bonfire, the beginnings of a spark alights.
We Didn't Start the Fire
After moments of blank-stunned fire-lit staring, John's lungs loosen, choking soot-flavoured phlegm out, paroxysms wracking his drug-sore muscles. Together they brace him, hands on his shoulders, back, raising him to cough, easing him onto his side, always staying within his stinging sight; Mary's calming nurse voice shaken, Sherlock's rumble tensely pitched. Voices all around them, sirens.
Abducted. Months he's gone, years, everything stopped, everything. Now he's back less than a week and someone drugs me and puts me in a fire, why? John looks up through streaming smoke-tears at his infuriating undead best friend and his (he hoped) soon-to-be fiance.
Why?
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(that's it)
Fandom: Sherlock (BBC)
Alternate Posting: AO3
Rating/Content: PG13. A bit florid, a bit vague.
Word Count: 100 words
Disclaimer: Not my world.
A/N: Written for
Summary: In the moments immediately after he is pulled from the bonfire, the beginnings of a spark alights.
We Didn't Start the Fire
After moments of blank-stunned fire-lit staring, John's lungs loosen, choking soot-flavoured phlegm out, paroxysms wracking his drug-sore muscles. Together they brace him, hands on his shoulders, back, raising him to cough, easing him onto his side, always staying within his stinging sight; Mary's calming nurse voice shaken, Sherlock's rumble tensely pitched. Voices all around them, sirens.
Abducted. Months he's gone, years, everything stopped, everything. Now he's back less than a week and someone drugs me and puts me in a fire, why? John looks up through streaming smoke-tears at his infuriating undead best friend and his (he hoped) soon-to-be fiance.
Why?
- - -
(that's it)

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