Truth

[burnt_hamster]

Sherlock watched his brother approach the door of the quaint little country house with all the air of their father.  His shoulders were pulled tightly back and his feet moved so intentionally that they never scuffed the clay colored dirt.  It was such a pathetic portrayal that Sherlock had to look away, focusing instead on the door opening a crack

Comments

[med_cat]

Very nice; I like this AU :)

[burnt_hamster]

Thanks! I had plans and couldn't finish it for the word limit so it's . . . missing something.

[jess_faraday]

Oh, that's wonderful!

[burnt_hamster]

Thanks so much! The word limit killed my ending. Maybe I'll rewrite it someday. Thanks for the comment!