Re: Scribbly Fic of Doom thingspacedmonkeyDecember 23 2011, 20:42:20 UTC
John had become something indefinable, which was proving irksome. Obviously he could still read him as clearly as his blog and never failed to exasperate him, but there were seemingly no limits to the man and that was new. John had become the constant, the fixed point who would doubtless be crowing that Sherlock now remembered what the Pole Star was if he ever made the words manifest, which he wouldn’t.
But now this.
This was different. This was the test tube not only exploding but turning into a small Bassett Hound. There had been no expectation of this, no alarm to warn him, just the surprise of reality hitting him in the face.
John was a doctor, a good doctor, very good apparently. He obviously understood the effects of blunt force trauma on a person’s skull. He’d be able to catalogue the fractures, bleeds and damaged caused. John could glance up at the screen above the ICU bed and see the heart rate and blood pressure that had been increased by the insult and the oxygen that was being administered keeping the sats at 99%.
John could do all of those things if he stopped sodding around and woke up.
But now this.
This was different. This was the test tube not only exploding but turning into a small Bassett Hound. There had been no expectation of this, no alarm to warn him, just the surprise of reality hitting him in the face.
John was a doctor, a good doctor, very good apparently. He obviously understood the effects of blunt force trauma on a person’s skull. He’d be able to catalogue the fractures, bleeds and damaged caused. John could glance up at the screen above the ICU bed and see the heart rate and blood pressure that had been increased by the insult and the oxygen that was being administered keeping the sats at 99%.
John could do all of those things if he stopped sodding around and woke up.
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