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Ficlet: Brothers (G)
It's been a while, and today is the first day in a long time that I've actually been inspired to write something. This was supposed to be angsty and terribly sad, but it didn't happen. Mycroft stepped in and took over, just like a big brother, and made it into something... well, read it and see.
Title: Brothers
Rating: G, slash implied
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Hiatus: Resolution
Hiatus: Resolution
by LS
A week after my temporary, but painful backslide to my former ways, and my subsequent tongue lashing by Lestrade (and Dr. Jackson, my partner), I enter my consulting room to find a rather shabbily dressed man waiting. He nods as I close the door.
"Good morning," I say, grateful that the headache I've had most of the ( Read more... ) -
Hiatus: Reagent
Hiatus: Reagent
By LS
The smoke in the sitting room is thick enough to cut with a knife. Through the haze, I spy Sherlock prone on the sofa, and empty bottle of whisky lying in the crook of his arm, and his morocco case on the floor, splayed open. I peer at the contents. The bottle is empty.
Fresh puncture marks tinge his arm, and I heave a ( Read more... ) -
Hiatus: Regress
Hiatus: Regress
by LS
Just as I was about to give up pacing in front of the fire and go out and search for him, I hear the scratching of a key at the lock.
"No, no... I've got it." John's voice is loud and slurred. "Just a second, my pretty. So impatient!"
I stride over to the door and wrench it open. "What the devil...!"
John ( Read more... ) -
Hiatus: Rebuff
Hiatus:Rebuff
by LS
It is over.
Sebastian Moran has been handed over to Lestrade, the crime of the century solved. The culmination of the case led us across the street to our rooms, where Holmes invited me to have a cigar. I politely declined the offer of a smoke, but could not resist the lure of seeing our rooms one last time.
The rooms ( Read more... ) -
Hiatus: Remembering
Hiatus: Remembering
By LS
"No."
"Sherlock, you cannot refuse to go. The Great Lady herself has requested it. You are the only one we can trust to do the job."
I look into the stubborn face, and grey eyes that are a mirror of my own, and sigh. Mycroft is a force to be reckoned with when he gets the bit in his teeth. It is rather low ( Read more... ) -
Hiatus: Resentment
Hiatus: Resentment
by LS
When I next open my eyes, I find myself in the spare bed of my surgery. The room is dimly lit, but I can make out Lestrade sprawled in an armchair near the door, and Holmes standing at the window, deep in thought. I shift restlessly, and groan at the pain this causes.
Holmes whirls toward me, and is at my side in ( Read more... ) -
Hiatus: Reflection
Reflection
By LS
Watson takes a shuddering breath, and before I can prevent it, I let out a cry of relief. I do not think I should have lived had he died within minutes of my return.
I lay my head on his chest, and listen to the comforting beat of his heart.
That I missed him is an understatement. As much as I was obligated to ( Read more... ) -
Hiatus: Reunion
In the tale, The Empty House, I recounted the events of Holmes' return from the dead, and our subsequent capture of Colonel Moran. In that tale, I blithely accepted the return of Sherlock Holmes with nary a harsh word. I did recount that I fainted for the first time in my life, but aside from that bit of drama, I welcomed Holmes with open arms, a ( Read more... ) -
Hiatus: Revival
I started my catharsis by writing like a madman. The words poured from me like bitter water, flowing onto the paper in waves. I could not stem the tide, nor did I wish to. It was like balm to my wounded soul, and I was determined to keep going until I ran out of words.
Some of the things I write of are not for the eye of the public. My ( Read more... )