How a Resurrection Really Feels - Chapter 4/11
Title: How a Resurrection Really Feels
Chapter: 4 Banging Camp
Pairing: multi
Fandom: BBC!Sherlock
Rating: R
Word Count: 500
Spoilers: None. Pre-Series One
Warnings: Drug Use. Non-linnear storytelling.
Notes: inspired by the album "Separation Sunday" by The Hold Steady.
Summary: When Sherlock was at University, he found something that made his mind focus, that let him ignore those around him, that made him feel more alive than he had ever felt. But he's never been one for self preservation or knowing when things have gone too far...
Banging Camp
It’s a double murder that brings Lestrade back to the park for the first time in years. It’s nearly dawn and his coffee has long since gone cold. He’s tired, angry, and mostly empty.
Lestrade is surprised when he sees the man staggering towards him. Based on their first encounter, he’s certain he’s not in the mood.
“You realize that ‘Great White Shark’ is code for the cars.” It wasn’t a question.
Lestrade looks at Sherlock. He’s shivering, high, hasn’t slept in days. But his eyes are set.
“Holmes, right? I don’t want to bring you in again. You need to leave.”
“You’re on the wrong track,” Sherlock insists. “They shouldn’t have been here. It’s the cars. It’s all about the cars.”
“Right, well.” Lestrade lifts up the crime scene tape, ushering Sherlock under it. “We’ll get someone on that...”
Lestrade shakes his head. He knows that he shouldn’t listen, but...
He pulls one of his Sergeants over and asks him to check the victim’s car.
...
Lestrade moves into the building - the Party Pit, they call it. Even in plainclothes it’s plain he doesn’t belong.
“Holmes!”
Sherlock is half naked, half wasted; completely alone in this room full of people.
Everyone is edgy and hugging the walls, the bottles, cans, powders and pills all forgotten. Everyone is busy not looking at the body on the other side of the room.
“Obvious.” Sherlock turns to meet Lestrade.
“Look Holmes. You can’t keep -”
“‘Killer whales.‘ Sherlock uses wild uncontrolled air quotes. “They ‘whaled’ on him until they killed him.”
“Who-”
“It’s not drugs or money. It’s boring love.” Sherlock pauses. “Of course, someone did a good job trying to make it look like a deal gone bad.”
Before Lestrade can question his pronouncement, Sherlock winks and swoops out the door.
...
Lestrade seeks Sherlock out, down on the banks of the river, and he’s glad the camps there seem to lay low in the light. Sherlock is leaning against a cross made of pipes and planks, face raised towards the sky, almost relaxed.
“I would have noticed,” Sherlock says as Lestrade approaches, “if there had been a crime.”
“It wasn’t here.”
Lestrade offers Sherlock a cigarette. Sherlock’s eyebrows raise but he takes the cigarette and Lestrade leans next to him. They’re silent for a moment, smoking.
“Look, Holmes. It’s clear to me that you’ve not been involved in those other cases but people are concerned. I think you can be resource instead of a suspect.”
“But?”
“But it can’t be like this. You can’t be using.”
“Boring.” Sherlock exhales through smoke. “If I wanted an Intervention, I wouldn’t be avoiding my brother.”
Lestrade wants to be shocked, but he’s mostly disappointed.
“Shame, that. You down here wasting your talent.” Lestrade moves to leave.
“I’m here observing. I don’t need the...” Sherlock sighs.
Lestrade doesn’t know if he means the work or the drugs.
“Can I see the body?”
“No.”
“I’ll think about it.”
Lestrade smiles, lights another cigarette and walks away.
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Chapter: 4 Banging Camp
Pairing: multi
Fandom: BBC!Sherlock
Rating: R
Word Count: 500
Spoilers: None. Pre-Series One
Warnings: Drug Use. Non-linnear storytelling.
Notes: inspired by the album "Separation Sunday" by The Hold Steady.
Summary: When Sherlock was at University, he found something that made his mind focus, that let him ignore those around him, that made him feel more alive than he had ever felt. But he's never been one for self preservation or knowing when things have gone too far...
Banging Camp
It’s a double murder that brings Lestrade back to the park for the first time in years. It’s nearly dawn and his coffee has long since gone cold. He’s tired, angry, and mostly empty.
Lestrade is surprised when he sees the man staggering towards him. Based on their first encounter, he’s certain he’s not in the mood.
“You realize that ‘Great White Shark’ is code for the cars.” It wasn’t a question.
Lestrade looks at Sherlock. He’s shivering, high, hasn’t slept in days. But his eyes are set.
“Holmes, right? I don’t want to bring you in again. You need to leave.”
“You’re on the wrong track,” Sherlock insists. “They shouldn’t have been here. It’s the cars. It’s all about the cars.”
“Right, well.” Lestrade lifts up the crime scene tape, ushering Sherlock under it. “We’ll get someone on that...”
Lestrade shakes his head. He knows that he shouldn’t listen, but...
He pulls one of his Sergeants over and asks him to check the victim’s car.
...
Lestrade moves into the building - the Party Pit, they call it. Even in plainclothes it’s plain he doesn’t belong.
“Holmes!”
Sherlock is half naked, half wasted; completely alone in this room full of people.
Everyone is edgy and hugging the walls, the bottles, cans, powders and pills all forgotten. Everyone is busy not looking at the body on the other side of the room.
“Obvious.” Sherlock turns to meet Lestrade.
“Look Holmes. You can’t keep -”
“‘Killer whales.‘ Sherlock uses wild uncontrolled air quotes. “They ‘whaled’ on him until they killed him.”
“Who-”
“It’s not drugs or money. It’s boring love.” Sherlock pauses. “Of course, someone did a good job trying to make it look like a deal gone bad.”
Before Lestrade can question his pronouncement, Sherlock winks and swoops out the door.
...
Lestrade seeks Sherlock out, down on the banks of the river, and he’s glad the camps there seem to lay low in the light. Sherlock is leaning against a cross made of pipes and planks, face raised towards the sky, almost relaxed.
“I would have noticed,” Sherlock says as Lestrade approaches, “if there had been a crime.”
“It wasn’t here.”
Lestrade offers Sherlock a cigarette. Sherlock’s eyebrows raise but he takes the cigarette and Lestrade leans next to him. They’re silent for a moment, smoking.
“Look, Holmes. It’s clear to me that you’ve not been involved in those other cases but people are concerned. I think you can be resource instead of a suspect.”
“But?”
“But it can’t be like this. You can’t be using.”
“Boring.” Sherlock exhales through smoke. “If I wanted an Intervention, I wouldn’t be avoiding my brother.”
Lestrade wants to be shocked, but he’s mostly disappointed.
“Shame, that. You down here wasting your talent.” Lestrade moves to leave.
“I’m here observing. I don’t need the...” Sherlock sighs.
Lestrade doesn’t know if he means the work or the drugs.
“Can I see the body?”
“No.”
“I’ll think about it.”
Lestrade smiles, lights another cigarette and walks away.
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