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OP here Don't know if this has already been reprompted, but:
Sherlock is kidnapped by Moran/an associate of Moriarty's/Jim himself. Under threat that John, Mrs. Hudson, Lestrade and Molly will all meet a very specific awful end if he doesn't comply, Sherlock does not attempt to escape.
His captors try and force him to by treating him cruelly - trying to provoke him, sleep deprivation, humiliation, abuse whatever.
Sherlock may go a bit mad.
Bonus if he shows up on one of his friend's doorsteps three years later, completely mute and catatonic.
Bonus if someone (Mycroft, etc) pushes to have him sectioned. I don't even know what I'm prompting, I just want a nearly beaten Sherlock that needs his friends very desperately.
Even if the original filler is still around and would like to finish, that would be awesome.
The Lockless Door (1a/?)
anonymous
June 12 2014, 10:29:13 UTC
Note: Title is from a poem by Robert Frost. I was debating on calling it "Hell is an Open Door" (you know, like the Frozen song) - but then I decided that would be too weird.
* * *
The door is open. He could - he should (no, no. he shouldn’t shouldn’t, couldn’t, won’t) walk through it. It would defeat the purpose. The moment he steps beyond that door…others take his place.
Names. He needs names. The names are vital. Once he loses the names, he loses everything.
There’s John. Always John. Everlasting John.
He smiles at the name. How he imagines it sounds. Nothing else comes forth.
He knows there’s more. Others he’s forgetting. The strange inkling behind his brow tells him this should bother him. Shapes and letters swirl in his mind, but there’s nothing he can latch unto beyond the inexplicable, curved, rounded feeling of John.
For now, it’s enough.
* * *
Hallow sounds of footsteps echo off the walls. Each one leaves an imprint of his brain, springing up words with no meaning.
The Lockless Door (1b/?)
anonymous
June 12 2014, 10:30:15 UTC
He was wrong. It wasn’t the light, or the beatings, or anything else he was prepared to fend off.
It’s the doorway. Standing there, yawning, mocking him with every passing second. He wants nothing more than to punch it. But even that is futile. It’s impossible to punch empty space, so he doesn’t bother trying.
Instead he closes his eyes and closes his own door. Smiling, he locks it, barricades it, and seals it. The darkness is comforting. It wraps it way around him, seeping into his pores.
Finally, there is nothing left but whispers from beyond.
* * *
“Sir, he hasn’t responded in days. We’ve tried everything.”
“Then get more creative!”
“We’re open to suggestions.”
“It’s simple. Remind him what he could have then take it away.”
* * *
“Hey! Who the hell- Sherlock?!”
…
“Sherlock, look at me. Dear God, what happened to you?”
…
“Yes, I need an ambulance to 221B Baker Street right away.”
…
“Mycroft, when the government is not in dire need to your assistance, give me a call. It’s urg- It’s Sherlock.”
Re: The Lockless Door (1b/?)
anonymous
June 12 2014, 10:55:47 UTC
OP
I'm just glad I got a fill, so of course I'm going to say continue, continue, please! One more installment ( or ten more, lol) please?
I also feel very under qualified to leave concrit, though the little snippets that you're using to make this as minimalist as possible is a fabulous idea.
Re: The Lockless Door (1b/?)
anonymous
June 12 2014, 11:36:30 UTC
I am really enjoying it, and the style is fantastic. If you feel it in you for more I'd gladly read it, but I'm not requiring it because it seems complete. If Therese more to tell though I want to hear it. One thing has me confused. You are planning to have them reclaim him ('take it away')?" Because that is an unsettling ending for me.
Re: The Lockless Door (2a/?)
anonymous
June 12 2014, 15:25:42 UTC
AN: Okay this prompt is eating my brain. I have to be on a flight in 4 hours and I'm not even finished packing. Next part will come when it comes. Major angst warning. ***
John always comes in the room with new bits of information (“The doctor said he’s going to try to wean you off the sedatives.”). It’s always good information. He saves the depressing bits for later in the visit (“Your brother said he’ll by stopping by later today.”).
He’s aware that this is a new personality trait. Whether it is brought on by his extended absence (How long was it? …three years. Yes, he knew that) or by his compromising position, there’s no way to tell. He needs more data
( ... )
Re: The Lockless Door (2a/?)
anonymous
June 14 2014, 03:23:45 UTC
Hey OP. This is AA. I'm planning on posting it to AO3 once I'm finished (I'll post a link here as well). It would be great if you could rec it since it will be my first fic there.
Also just wanted to give you a heads up - I won't be able to post again until likely around Monday/Tuesday. But I do plan to continue with it. Should be around 4000-5000 words once I'm finished.
The Lockless Door (2b/?)
anonymous
June 12 2014, 23:32:54 UTC
He opens his eyes to his bedroom. His bedroom. Complete with periodic table and overly supple mattress. His eyes drift over to see John staring back at him with a sad smile on his face
( ... )
The Lockless Door (3a/4)
anonymous
June 29 2014, 06:08:20 UTC
AN: So, yeah. I know. It's been a while - no excuses. Hope there's still some interest. I should mention that this will not become Johnlock (I suppose you could read it as pre-slash if you choose to do so). Sorry if that disappoints anyone. Also this is a healing/comfort section (always harder for me to write) but more angst will be coming.
First line is taken for a 1980 publication of Gray's Anatomy
* * *
The laminae are two broad plates of bone which complete the neural arch…
He hears his name being called from downstairs. He looks at the closed door, annoyed at whatever has interrupted his reading.
Well, reading isn’t really quite the right term. The words are popping into his head before he has a chance to see them on the page. Recalling. Recalling would be the best way to describe it in English. He knows there’s a better term for it in German. But it doesn’t come to him immediately, and he’s too tired to bother searching for it
( ... )
Don't know if this has already been reprompted, but:
Sherlock is kidnapped by Moran/an associate of Moriarty's/Jim himself.
Under threat that John, Mrs. Hudson, Lestrade and Molly will all meet a very specific awful end if he doesn't comply, Sherlock does not attempt to escape.
His captors try and force him to by treating him cruelly - trying to provoke him, sleep deprivation, humiliation, abuse whatever.
Sherlock may go a bit mad.
Bonus if he shows up on one of his friend's doorsteps three years later, completely mute and catatonic.
Bonus if someone (Mycroft, etc) pushes to have him sectioned.
I don't even know what I'm prompting, I just want a nearly beaten Sherlock that needs his friends very desperately.
Even if the original filler is still around and would like to finish, that would be awesome.
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* * *
The door is open. He could - he should (no, no. he shouldn’t shouldn’t, couldn’t, won’t) walk through it. It would defeat the purpose. The moment he steps beyond that door…others take his place.
Names. He needs names. The names are vital. Once he loses the names, he loses everything.
There’s John. Always John. Everlasting John.
He smiles at the name. How he imagines it sounds. Nothing else comes forth.
He knows there’s more. Others he’s forgetting. The strange inkling behind his brow tells him this should bother him. Shapes and letters swirl in his mind, but there’s nothing he can latch unto beyond the inexplicable, curved, rounded feeling of John.
For now, it’s enough.
* * *
Hallow sounds of footsteps echo off the walls. Each one leaves an imprint of his brain, springing up words with no meaning.
Leather.
John Lobb.
Size nine.
( ... )
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He was wrong. It wasn’t the light, or the beatings, or anything else he was prepared to fend off.
It’s the doorway. Standing there, yawning, mocking him with every passing second. He wants nothing more than to punch it. But even that is futile. It’s impossible to punch empty space, so he doesn’t bother trying.
Instead he closes his eyes and closes his own door. Smiling, he locks it, barricades it, and seals it. The darkness is comforting. It wraps it way around him, seeping into his pores.
Finally, there is nothing left but whispers from beyond.
* * *
“Sir, he hasn’t responded in days. We’ve tried everything.”
“Then get more creative!”
“We’re open to suggestions.”
“It’s simple. Remind him what he could have then take it away.”
* * *
“Hey! Who the hell- Sherlock?!”
…
“Sherlock, look at me. Dear God, what happened to you?”
…
“Yes, I need an ambulance to 221B Baker Street right away.”
…
“Mycroft, when the government is not in dire need to your assistance, give me a call. It’s urg- It’s Sherlock.”
* * ( ... )
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I'm just glad I got a fill, so of course I'm going to say continue, continue, please!
One more installment ( or ten more, lol) please?
I also feel very under qualified to leave concrit, though the little snippets that you're using to make this as minimalist as possible is a fabulous idea.
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One thing has me confused. You are planning to have them reclaim him ('take it away')?" Because that is an unsettling ending for me.
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I think that's just what Sherlock is thinking will happen, after everything that's occurred. Who can blame him?
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***
John always comes in the room with new bits of information (“The doctor said he’s going to try to wean you off the sedatives.”). It’s always good information. He saves the depressing bits for later in the visit (“Your brother said he’ll by stopping by later today.”).
He’s aware that this is a new personality trait. Whether it is brought on by his extended absence (How long was it? …three years. Yes, he knew that) or by his compromising position, there’s no way to tell. He needs more data ( ... )
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Oh Sherlock.
AA if you ever post this to AO3 let me know and I'll rec it.
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Also just wanted to give you a heads up - I won't be able to post again until likely around Monday/Tuesday. But I do plan to continue with it. Should be around 4000-5000 words once I'm finished.
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OP here.
Take as much time as you need to to get any writing done, there's no rush.
Wow what a lot of words. :)
Mycroft says "it is certain" :)
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This story is absolutely unique. Please more!
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Sorry I'm so late, AA, but this is lovely and LOVE JOHN AW :)
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First line is taken for a 1980 publication of Gray's Anatomy
* * *
The laminae are two broad plates of bone which complete the neural arch…
He hears his name being called from downstairs. He looks at the closed door, annoyed at whatever has interrupted his reading.
Well, reading isn’t really quite the right term. The words are popping into his head before he has a chance to see them on the page. Recalling. Recalling would be the best way to describe it in English. He knows there’s a better term for it in German. But it doesn’t come to him immediately, and he’s too tired to bother searching for it ( ... )
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