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This is a fic prompting meme based around the BBC series Sherlock, written by Stephen Moffat & Mark Gattis.
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Prompts from this post can be filled on the Overflow Post
This is a fic prompting meme based around the BBC series Sherlock, written by Stephen Moffat & Mark Gattis.
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He stood, looking at Lestrade.
"He's a cleaner of some sort, you won't find him on the corporate records. From the eastern suburbs according to the mud residue up his legs. Couldn't have been in the water for more than fifteen minutes, or the mud would have washed off," mused Sherlock.
John pulled on a pair of plastic gloves and examined the body for his own benefit. After checking the man's wrists and neck, looking for injuries elsewhere, he prised open the mouth. Inside was a small fish, barely alive, gills trying to process the air. He paled, backing off a little.
Something about it reminded of him. Trapped between two worlds, he supposed, unable to control itself from panicking. Except the fish at least had a place it could call it's natural environment. John didn't really know what his natural environment was. War, perhaps? In the dry, dry deserts where his skin would chafe, and he would get itchy from a lack of water. Or was it London, where a slightly too heavy fall of rain would aggravate his scales to form under his skin, again causing discomfort? Maybe it was neither of these, and really he was at his best underwater.
"Oh god, that is foul," said Donovan, breaking his thoughts.
When he looked back into the mouth, the fish was dead. A leather-gloved hand came to rest on his shoulder.
"We can leave now," whispered Sherlock.
Numbly, John nodded, peeled the thin plastic from his hands, dumping it in a human-waste disposal unit.
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"You're a very strange man," said Sherlock.
Ignoring him, John sank under the warm waters of his salted bath, curling his tail to fit. The detective had upturned the laundry crate, and was sitting on it, hands pressed between his knees. John wasn't quite sure when he'd allowed Sherlock into the bathroom, but the point was, Sherlock was in the bathroom while John was technically naked. For some reason, this didn't distress him as much as it used to.
"Why?" he asked as he resurfaced, "You should be able to figure me out. I'm not exactly a closed-book."
"You don't mind the war-zone, but as soon as a fish is dying, you get upset."
Ah. So while he had noticed John's internal conflict, he couldn't place it into a proper category. Considering it was emotionally based, it didn't surprise John.
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"Well that's just stupid," said Sherlock.
"It is not," huffed John.
"Yes it is," insisted Sherlock, "You don't really care about killing a human, which by the way is another 'kindred', but you tear up at a fish? It's contradicting, and that makes it stupid."
While John saw Sherlock's point, he still felt a bit defensive about the situation.
"As a doctor, you should know that not everything can be saved."
Which was very true. John had seen many good people die on the lines of Afghanistan. He was almost sure that he'd seen more people die in his arms than Sherlock would ever. Sherlock would never understand.
"Momento mori, 'remember you must die'!"
Sherlock couldn't understand. But hell, John would try.
"As a doctor, I strive to save as many lives as I can! And while I have experienced death in a way you haven't, I still get torn up about killing!"
There. He'd said it.
"And does getting upset help anyone?" asked Sherlock, "No. It doesn't. So why do you still feel sad?"
There was a wet thwack as scales connected with skin. Sherlock touched his cheek.
"You don't get it, and I don't expect you to, but please, have some tact for once, and leave it alone," said John quietly.
He submerged himself again before Sherlock could respond, and when he came back up to pull the plug on the bath, Sherlock was gone.
In the bin was a tin of sardines, presumably for one of Sherlock's experiments. However, it had been left unopened.
END OF PART THREE
Thank you for being patient! Updates will be slower now because of various real life commitments. Sorry about this chapter - It's pretty bad.
And if anyone is interested in the artist I mentioned, here's a link to his work (Warning, while artistic, it's NSFW) www.etchinghouse.com.au/pages/norman_lindsay.php
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As usual, can't wait for more ;)
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(A delay on the art, sorry!)
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(Don't worry, I'm so happy you're even making art!)
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