[ fanfiction ] SHERLOCK: An Honest Mistake (1/6)
Title: An Honest Mistake (Or: Five Arguments Sherlock and John Have Had, and One They Didn't) (1/6)
Fandom: Sherlock (BBC)
Characters/Pairings: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson.
Rating: G
Genre: Drama, humor. Bickering. Occasional angst, fluff.
Word Count: 146 (chapter); 1371 (entire).
Summary: In which Sherlock and John fight, and John has a tendency to storm off. Featuring a crashed funeral, an exploded corpse, ruined jumpers, and more.
Notes: A self-challenge. Each drabble/ficlet was inspired by one line from "An Honest Mistake", by The Bravery. (YouTube: here.)
One: Disillusion
people... they don't mean a thing to you
"Why are you so shocked? It's not as if-"
"It was the father's funeral, Sherlock! You don't think it was a bit inappropriate to barge in during the-"
"Well, what were we supposed to do, wait?"
"That might've been a good idea, yeah!"
"No, it would not! We caught a vicious murde-"
"No. No, Sherlock, we didn't. We interrupted a eulogy, told a twelve-year-old girl that the older sister she adored gutted their only parent to protect her, and arrested a sixteen-year-old. That's not-"
"It was imperative to gauge whether-"
"It most certainly was not! She didn't know anything. You knew she didn't. God, Sherlock! People-they don't mean a thing to you. Do they?"
And Sherlock almost says, That's not true. Almost says, You mean something to me. Almost says, I thought you understood.
But all that comes out is, "Sociopath, John."
And John leaves.
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Fandom: Sherlock (BBC)
Characters/Pairings: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson.
Rating: G
Genre: Drama, humor. Bickering. Occasional angst, fluff.
Word Count: 146 (chapter); 1371 (entire).
Summary: In which Sherlock and John fight, and John has a tendency to storm off. Featuring a crashed funeral, an exploded corpse, ruined jumpers, and more.
Notes: A self-challenge. Each drabble/ficlet was inspired by one line from "An Honest Mistake", by The Bravery. (YouTube: here.)
One: Disillusion
people... they don't mean a thing to you
"Why are you so shocked? It's not as if-"
"It was the father's funeral, Sherlock! You don't think it was a bit inappropriate to barge in during the-"
"Well, what were we supposed to do, wait?"
"That might've been a good idea, yeah!"
"No, it would not! We caught a vicious murde-"
"No. No, Sherlock, we didn't. We interrupted a eulogy, told a twelve-year-old girl that the older sister she adored gutted their only parent to protect her, and arrested a sixteen-year-old. That's not-"
"It was imperative to gauge whether-"
"It most certainly was not! She didn't know anything. You knew she didn't. God, Sherlock! People-they don't mean a thing to you. Do they?"
And Sherlock almost says, That's not true. Almost says, You mean something to me. Almost says, I thought you understood.
But all that comes out is, "Sociopath, John."
And John leaves.
one | two | three | four | five | six