How a Resurrection Really Feels - Chapter 7/11
Title: How a Resurrection Really Feels
Chapter: 7 Multitude of Casualties
Pairing: multi
Fandom: BBC!Sherlock
Rating: R
Word Count: 500
Spoilers: None. Pre-Series One
Warnings: Drug Use. Nonlinear 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...
Multitude of Casualties
Victor isn’t really surprised at his current situation. Sherlock seems to be approaching their relationship the same way he approaches everything else: fast and with a multitude of casualties. That being said, Victor isn’t quite sure what their “relationship” really is.
His life used to be simple: wake up late, go to class, study in the library, get some take away, have a pint or two... the usual things a university student does. Victor still tries to stick to his routine, but now that Sherlock has moved into that gray area between ex-flatmate and something else, well, things are more complicated.
At 3:00 am, Sherlock climbs into his window, bored and restless. Victor shakes himself awake, pulling on trousers, shoes, wrapping his long black coat around himself already prepared for whatever Sherlock has planned. It’s not always the middle of the night, but Victor is used to dropping everything for his friend by now.
“Do you still have your car here?” Sherlock asks, pulling one of Victor’s scarfs off the peg and wrapping it around his own neck. “I am actually decaying. Campus life is so dreadfully dull.”
They spend a few hours circling the city like a hawk out on the highway. For long stretches of road Sherlock doesn’t talk at all and then for others he rambles off observations with his head pressed against the cool glass of the passenger side window. Victor just keeps driving, watching his friend out of the corner of his eye.
Eventually, as the night begins to fade away, they pull over, parking off the road and out of sight. Sherlock moves Victor onto his lap in the passenger seat and everything that follows is fast and cramped and aggressive. Sherlock clings to Victor like he’s the only thing real and Victor doesn’t know what to do, so he just holds Sherlock until his friend stops shaking.
Because as long as he’s with Victor, Sherlock is safe. As long as Victor is there next to him, offering everything he can, Sherlock stays clean. And Victor thinks that’s worth his sacrifice.
And then one day, Sherlock never comes to find Victor.
Three days later, Victor finds him high as hell wandering around town. He manages to coax his friend into coming back to his room, where Victor holds Sherlock against himself in bed until Sherlock comes down, sweating and swearing.
“Promise you will come to me instead,” Victor begs.
“Don’t ask me to make promises I can’t keep,” Sherlock says into the pillow.
But Sherlock does come to Victor again and for a while Sherlock seems stable.
Inevitably, when Victor finds Sherlock coming to, wrapped around a needle with Seb wrapped around him, his friend just looks up at him confused.
“It’s ok, Sherlock,” Victor manages. “It’s ok, Sherlock,” he repeats, his voice now deadly serious, “because I’m done with you and your druggy little messed up teenage life.”
Victor walks away and wonders if Sherlock ever even notices that he’s gone.
chapter 6 | chapter 8
Chapter: 7 Multitude of Casualties
Pairing: multi
Fandom: BBC!Sherlock
Rating: R
Word Count: 500
Spoilers: None. Pre-Series One
Warnings: Drug Use. Nonlinear 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...
Multitude of Casualties
Victor isn’t really surprised at his current situation. Sherlock seems to be approaching their relationship the same way he approaches everything else: fast and with a multitude of casualties. That being said, Victor isn’t quite sure what their “relationship” really is.
His life used to be simple: wake up late, go to class, study in the library, get some take away, have a pint or two... the usual things a university student does. Victor still tries to stick to his routine, but now that Sherlock has moved into that gray area between ex-flatmate and something else, well, things are more complicated.
At 3:00 am, Sherlock climbs into his window, bored and restless. Victor shakes himself awake, pulling on trousers, shoes, wrapping his long black coat around himself already prepared for whatever Sherlock has planned. It’s not always the middle of the night, but Victor is used to dropping everything for his friend by now.
“Do you still have your car here?” Sherlock asks, pulling one of Victor’s scarfs off the peg and wrapping it around his own neck. “I am actually decaying. Campus life is so dreadfully dull.”
They spend a few hours circling the city like a hawk out on the highway. For long stretches of road Sherlock doesn’t talk at all and then for others he rambles off observations with his head pressed against the cool glass of the passenger side window. Victor just keeps driving, watching his friend out of the corner of his eye.
Eventually, as the night begins to fade away, they pull over, parking off the road and out of sight. Sherlock moves Victor onto his lap in the passenger seat and everything that follows is fast and cramped and aggressive. Sherlock clings to Victor like he’s the only thing real and Victor doesn’t know what to do, so he just holds Sherlock until his friend stops shaking.
Because as long as he’s with Victor, Sherlock is safe. As long as Victor is there next to him, offering everything he can, Sherlock stays clean. And Victor thinks that’s worth his sacrifice.
And then one day, Sherlock never comes to find Victor.
Three days later, Victor finds him high as hell wandering around town. He manages to coax his friend into coming back to his room, where Victor holds Sherlock against himself in bed until Sherlock comes down, sweating and swearing.
“Promise you will come to me instead,” Victor begs.
“Don’t ask me to make promises I can’t keep,” Sherlock says into the pillow.
But Sherlock does come to Victor again and for a while Sherlock seems stable.
Inevitably, when Victor finds Sherlock coming to, wrapped around a needle with Seb wrapped around him, his friend just looks up at him confused.
“It’s ok, Sherlock,” Victor manages. “It’s ok, Sherlock,” he repeats, his voice now deadly serious, “because I’m done with you and your druggy little messed up teenage life.”
Victor walks away and wonders if Sherlock ever even notices that he’s gone.
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