Prompting Part XXIV
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Not much of the snow has been disturbed. Mourning is best when it’s convenient, picturesque. Sherlock stamps his feet in the drift and breathes into his hands, wishing he’d remembered his gloves.
This was not a smart idea. Returning to Britain was a death wish at best, but when Sherlock had found a way to do so that coincided with a potentially significant date he’d bundled himself into an air freight container at the Ulaanbaatar airport. China hadn’t been pleasant, mostly, but Shan hadn’t been the only strut supporting The Black Lotus and with Mycroft’s help and finances, Sherlock put a significant dent in their doings. When they discovered who he was and what he was up to, though, they’d chased Sherlock from the country and he’d been meandering in Mongolia for over a month.
“I really shouldn’t even be proposing this, given I know you probably won’t listen when I tell you not to do it.” His brother’s voice over the phone was threadbare.
“Don’t be obtuse, Mycroft. It’s unbecoming. Of course I won’t listen.”
He couldn’t risk London. It was too well-observed, and John might spot him. Sherlock chose a place where he could watch John to his heart’s content without fear. The cemetery wasn’t under surveillance, Mycroft made sure of it. All Sherlock had to do was wait, and he’d be rewarded with at least a glimpse. Maybe that would ease the knot in his chest that seemed to grow larger and gnarl further with every day he spends away.
Sherlock checks his watch. It’s nearly three PM. Are there delays on the Tube? An emergency? Surely there must be, otherwise John would be here. John is a creature of habit, of patterns if nothing else and the six month anniversary would warrant a visit in his mind.
Sherlock waits, hunched under the tree with his hands in his pockets, smoking furiously and billowing the grey of cigarette after cigarette into the frigid air like a dragon.
Mrs. Hudson visits around three-thirty and leaves a sprig of holly sitting in an Erlenmeyer flask that she must have brought from the flat. Something clenches in Sherlock’s throat at the sight of her, a small purple speck against the snow, bent over with sobs that he can only just hear from his hiding place.
Where is John?
She leaves after a half hour, and Sherlock waits well into the dark hours for a man who doesn’t come.
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I'm really curious to see what you'll do with that case Lestrade has agreed to. I also really like that Sherlock's there, waiting for John but that John doesn't show. (Not for Sherlock, but it just goes to show that John's -more- than a creature of habit). And then poor Mrs. Hudson. It's nice to see how much she cares for Sherlock.
Can't wait to read more. :D
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