BBC Sherlock Fic: A Comrade Returns
This is a 220 word BBC Sherlock drabble for the Numbers Challenge at 1_million_words ENJOY!
John’s move back into the Baker Street flat was not nearly as dramatic as the first had been.
He’d simply shown up with his duffle bag and headed to the second floor bedroom-Mycroft’s people showed up fifteen minutes later with a total of four storage bins, and a chest of drawers-and unpacked.
Sherlock barely watched the proceedings but once his brother’s minions had gone, he’d raced to John’s bedroom and just stared.
He never thought he’d see the day that he and John would be cohabitating again, but Mary had lied to his face once too often, and John knew he had to leave.
John could feel Sherlock’s sharp gaze on his back but he wasn’t quite sure what to say.
He knew he owed Sherlock an explanation, but he couldn’t talk about the extent of Mary’s betrayal yet, and Sherlock seemed to understand this because he asked a completely unrelated question. “Who is #57?”
John looked up startled as Sherlock gestured to the rugby jersey in John’s hand. “Who is #57?” Sherlock quietly asked again.
John smiled slightly as he beckoned his friend closer. “Well, that’s a bit of a long story.”
Sherlock rolled his eyes in fond exasperation as he perched on John’s bed, listening as he began to talk. “It all began back in university…”
John’s move back into the Baker Street flat was not nearly as dramatic as the first had been.
He’d simply shown up with his duffle bag and headed to the second floor bedroom-Mycroft’s people showed up fifteen minutes later with a total of four storage bins, and a chest of drawers-and unpacked.
Sherlock barely watched the proceedings but once his brother’s minions had gone, he’d raced to John’s bedroom and just stared.
He never thought he’d see the day that he and John would be cohabitating again, but Mary had lied to his face once too often, and John knew he had to leave.
John could feel Sherlock’s sharp gaze on his back but he wasn’t quite sure what to say.
He knew he owed Sherlock an explanation, but he couldn’t talk about the extent of Mary’s betrayal yet, and Sherlock seemed to understand this because he asked a completely unrelated question. “Who is #57?”
John looked up startled as Sherlock gestured to the rugby jersey in John’s hand. “Who is #57?” Sherlock quietly asked again.
John smiled slightly as he beckoned his friend closer. “Well, that’s a bit of a long story.”
Sherlock rolled his eyes in fond exasperation as he perched on John’s bed, listening as he began to talk. “It all began back in university…”