Gamma Set: Part I [BBCSherlockverse]
Spoilers for BBC Sherlock Season 1 involved under the cut.
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Sherlock Holmes slid the ring from the woman's stubby finger and brought it close to his eye for inspection. Examining the golden band, he wondered idly if it was a good idea to purchase one for himself and John in the far future seeing how it might someday give away the state of their own domestic arrangement.
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"I've disappointed you," stated Sherlock as he saw the emotions shift on John's face like a curtain being drawn over a window, obscuring the shining sun peeking through the other side. Of course he was no hero. Do heroes even exist in the twenty-first century? He mentally shook his head. Even if he tried, he wouldn't be able to save every single soul that needed saving and yet..and yet, that sudden tightening in his chest caused surprisingly by John's fleeting expression made him reconsider future dealings with uninteresting bipeds.
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He could barely remember his father's face. He was eight and Mycroft was seventeen the day they woke up one cold December morning to find their Mummy tight-lipped and mechanically preparing breakfast without so much as a smile when he and Mycroft descended to the kitchen. The usual morning paper and coffee their father delighted in was absent from the wooden kitchen table. Mycroft was about to say something when their Mummy cut him off with a sharp "don't say anything". She wasn't alone in that state of denial that morning.
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There were boxes everywhere. At least one box the size of an oven occupied every furniture with a smooth and stable surface. Dr. John Watson blinked and looked at the ordered chaos his flatmate's attempt at organization made. For two minutes he stayed rooted near the entrance of the flat, perhaps hoping that staring long enough would make the obstrusive boxes wink out of existence and thus save him from expending energy over unwanted menial tasks. Then again, what else was there for him to do?
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When John wrapped his arms around Moriarty and shouted for Sherlock to grab that opportunity to run, the first thought that crossed the mind of the world's only consulting detective was "I'm not leaving this man." His safety be damned, John's command be damned, Moriarty BE damned. He was going to make it out of the public pool with John or not at all.
Words: 392
Sherlock Holmes slid the ring from the woman's stubby finger and brought it close to his eye for inspection. Examining the golden band, he wondered idly if it was a good idea to purchase one for himself and John in the far future seeing how it might someday give away the state of their own domestic arrangement.
--
"I've disappointed you," stated Sherlock as he saw the emotions shift on John's face like a curtain being drawn over a window, obscuring the shining sun peeking through the other side. Of course he was no hero. Do heroes even exist in the twenty-first century? He mentally shook his head. Even if he tried, he wouldn't be able to save every single soul that needed saving and yet..and yet, that sudden tightening in his chest caused surprisingly by John's fleeting expression made him reconsider future dealings with uninteresting bipeds.
--
He could barely remember his father's face. He was eight and Mycroft was seventeen the day they woke up one cold December morning to find their Mummy tight-lipped and mechanically preparing breakfast without so much as a smile when he and Mycroft descended to the kitchen. The usual morning paper and coffee their father delighted in was absent from the wooden kitchen table. Mycroft was about to say something when their Mummy cut him off with a sharp "don't say anything". She wasn't alone in that state of denial that morning.
--
There were boxes everywhere. At least one box the size of an oven occupied every furniture with a smooth and stable surface. Dr. John Watson blinked and looked at the ordered chaos his flatmate's attempt at organization made. For two minutes he stayed rooted near the entrance of the flat, perhaps hoping that staring long enough would make the obstrusive boxes wink out of existence and thus save him from expending energy over unwanted menial tasks. Then again, what else was there for him to do?
--
When John wrapped his arms around Moriarty and shouted for Sherlock to grab that opportunity to run, the first thought that crossed the mind of the world's only consulting detective was "I'm not leaving this man." His safety be damned, John's command be damned, Moriarty BE damned. He was going to make it out of the public pool with John or not at all.