Sherlock Fanfic: Call Waiting
Title: Call Waiting
Fandom: Sherlock (BBC 2010)
Disclaimer: I did not originate these characters or this world.
Word Count: 300-ish
Rating/Warnings: GEN. PG-13. Angst. Depression.
A/N: Stream of consciousness thing. May be confusing. I don't know. [LJ-Only]
Summary: John doesn't wait well.
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Call Waiting
by CaffieneKitty
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John is waiting. He doesn't know what the news will be -- dead, alive, never found again, no closure -- doesn't know if his world will change again now, or if this will be just another blip, something to be scolded over and forgotten. It's the first time though that he's truly realised that certain news, that certain specific people no longer being alive would indeed change his life. Make it less. So much less.
The room is closing in on him as he paces its breadth. It's not a waiting room. It's not a police station. It's home, which should be safe (for values of safe including body parts and chemicals), comforting (as the ear-jangling shriek of a midnight violin), and secure (regardless of the array of weaponry that inexplicably turns up and his own abduction on his own doorstep). It isn't. Not while he's waiting. It's a prison.
"Go home," they'd said. "Nothing you can do. We'll call if there's news." He's never hated a silent phone more. He's never felt so useless and alone. He would have stayed, nothing would have made him go home, except that he knew he wasn't helping by being underfoot. Forty eight hours awake, searching, hoping. He'd staggered into one of the multitude of sergeants milling around, trying to be something he wasn't, trying to see something he couldn't, trying to help, and failing.
Go home. Sleep. Nothing you can do.
Sleep. There was a time all he could do was sleep. He felt the grey fog of worthlessness cresting in the back of his mind, ready to curl over him again, drag him under again, turn him back into the broken shade he was before his world changed. Waiting for his world to change back.
Nothing you can do. Nothing.
His mobile rang.
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(that's all.)
Post A/N: Yes, it's open-ended. That's what it wanted to be.
Fandom: Sherlock (BBC 2010)
Disclaimer: I did not originate these characters or this world.
Word Count: 300-ish
Rating/Warnings: GEN. PG-13. Angst. Depression.
A/N: Stream of consciousness thing. May be confusing. I don't know. [LJ-Only]
Summary: John doesn't wait well.
-
Call Waiting
by CaffieneKitty
-
John is waiting. He doesn't know what the news will be -- dead, alive, never found again, no closure -- doesn't know if his world will change again now, or if this will be just another blip, something to be scolded over and forgotten. It's the first time though that he's truly realised that certain news, that certain specific people no longer being alive would indeed change his life. Make it less. So much less.
The room is closing in on him as he paces its breadth. It's not a waiting room. It's not a police station. It's home, which should be safe (for values of safe including body parts and chemicals), comforting (as the ear-jangling shriek of a midnight violin), and secure (regardless of the array of weaponry that inexplicably turns up and his own abduction on his own doorstep). It isn't. Not while he's waiting. It's a prison.
"Go home," they'd said. "Nothing you can do. We'll call if there's news." He's never hated a silent phone more. He's never felt so useless and alone. He would have stayed, nothing would have made him go home, except that he knew he wasn't helping by being underfoot. Forty eight hours awake, searching, hoping. He'd staggered into one of the multitude of sergeants milling around, trying to be something he wasn't, trying to see something he couldn't, trying to help, and failing.
Go home. Sleep. Nothing you can do.
Sleep. There was a time all he could do was sleep. He felt the grey fog of worthlessness cresting in the back of his mind, ready to curl over him again, drag him under again, turn him back into the broken shade he was before his world changed. Waiting for his world to change back.
Nothing you can do. Nothing.
His mobile rang.
- - -
(that's all.)
Post A/N: Yes, it's open-ended. That's what it wanted to be.