Fill - Double Dose, Part 1clindor1306February 14 2011, 06:30:38 UTC
There were two figures in the doorway, one crouching nervously, the other - the one with the vicious cough, curled up into himself, hood up and arms folded tightly across his chest, his brown hoody his only source of warmth.
“Ben.” Sherlock whispered, crouching down next to the pair. “Is this all he's got with him.”
The first man turned to look at Sherlock, nodding quietly. “He started getting sick the day before yesterday.” He said. “Me and Lucy were gonna take him to see someone if he wasn't better by tomorrow.”
Sherlock nodded, handing another fifty to Ben, before turning his attention to his brother.
“Rory?” He said. “What's wrong?”
Rory lifted his head slightly, peering at Sherlock from under his hood for a moment before answering.
“Smarmy little shit stole my girlfriend.” He said, before breaking into another fit of coughs. “Again.”
“Yes, yes, we all know what's wrong with Daniel.” Sherlock snapped, waving his hand impatiently. “I meant what's wrong with you. John, come look at him.”
John stepped forward to crouch down in front of Rory. He reached forwards, placing his hand on the other man's forehead, before going to push the hood back.
“Leave it!” Rory snarled, flinching away from John.
“Rory, he's fine.” Sherlock said. “This is John. My flatmate.”
Rory hesitated for a moment, before reaching up and pushing his hood back off his head.
John gasped, suddenly seeing why Rory's face was such a danger to both him and Sherlock. They were twins.
“Ben.” Sherlock whispered, crouching down next to the pair. “Is this all he's got with him.”
The first man turned to look at Sherlock, nodding quietly. “He started getting sick the day before yesterday.” He said. “Me and Lucy were gonna take him to see someone if he wasn't better by tomorrow.”
Sherlock nodded, handing another fifty to Ben, before turning his attention to his brother.
“Rory?” He said. “What's wrong?”
Rory lifted his head slightly, peering at Sherlock from under his hood for a moment before answering.
“Smarmy little shit stole my girlfriend.” He said, before breaking into another fit of coughs. “Again.”
“Yes, yes, we all know what's wrong with Daniel.” Sherlock snapped, waving his hand impatiently. “I meant what's wrong with you. John, come look at him.”
John stepped forward to crouch down in front of Rory. He reached forwards, placing his hand on the other man's forehead, before going to push the hood back.
“Leave it!” Rory snarled, flinching away from John.
“Rory, he's fine.” Sherlock said. “This is John. My flatmate.”
Rory hesitated for a moment, before reaching up and pushing his hood back off his head.
John gasped, suddenly seeing why Rory's face was such a danger to both him and Sherlock. They were twins.
Reply
Leave a comment