prompting part XXIII

[sherlockbbc_fic]

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A different Reichenbach take

[anonymous]

When Sherlock falls he is taken in to a emergency hospital and declared dead. However that is something that Mycroft did behind the scenes to keep the guard down of the loyal henchmen of Moriarty and making it easier to hunt down and capture them.

While Mycroft does all this work, Sherlock has been in a coma the whole time that he keeps a secret from everyone. Not even John is to know about this for he fears he could slip up that secret and bring danger to himself and Sherlock.

Three years passed by and Sherlock finally wakes from his coma. As he woke up alone in a strange room somewhere he just gets up and walks out, confused but wanting nothing to do but go home. When he arrives at Baker Street he is even more confused and shocked on how hurt and surprised John is upon seeing him and yells the most unforgivable insults towards him. Sherlock doesn't understand.

Tl;dr Sherlock goes into a coma for three years and walks back home after waking up to be met with a hurt and angry John though Sherlock doesn't know what happened to him.

Re: A different Reichenbach take

[anonymous]

Wow. Seconded.

Re: A different Reichenbach take

[anonymous]

Yes! This!

Re: A different Reichenbach take

[anonymous]

This promises to be an interesting story if ever filled. Thirded.

Re: A different Reichenbach take

[anonymous]

Ooh, awesome prompt, hope this gets filled!

Home 1

[anonymous]

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

There was light.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

The sound was annoying.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

Where was he now?

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

The smell of antiseptic, the feel of warm cotton sheets, a thin gown. The hospital?

Beep. Beep. Beep.

It hurt. Everything felt heavy and slow and stupid and boring. It hurt. He had to open his eyes though. It hurt to try. Even his eyelids didn’t want to open. Everything hurt in a sort of dull aching manner. He felt like he forgot how to blink. He forced himself to concentrate and open his eyes.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Plain walls, not white but a pastel yellow colour. He used to hate yellow. But yellow reminded him of something. That something was very important. What was it again?

Beep. Beep. Beep. “John.” He remembered a name. He mouthed it because his throat wouldn’t work

Re: Home 1

[anonymous]

Not the OP, but just have to say it's nice start and I like the way you write a confused Sherlock.
More please. :)

op

[anonymous]

Oh, a fill!! I'm glad you're doing this. I really hope there'll be more because I really want to read the next part.

Home 2

[anonymous]

Sherlock sat up slowly. His muscles protested. Dull. Aching. Slow. Stupid. Boring. Dumb. He felt like he was two all over again and struggling to run properly. There was an IV drip in his arm. The bag was half empty. Sherlock lifted his other hand and turned the clamp. He eased it out and left it dangling. There was something between his legs. He grimaced and reached down to pull out the tube. It burned but he had had worse.

He shorted the machine to keep it beeping. He needed to get back to the flat. The last thing he remembered was the Hound incident and attempting to apologize to John for it. He must have gotten mixed up in some other case which had taken a turn for the worse. Or maybe it was someone out for revenge. Either way, he had to let John know and he had to solve the case.

It took some time to maneuver his legs out of the bed - Did he always have such a hard time getting untangled from the sheets? - and then to find some acceptable clothes. It took some time for him to get used to walking again. He must have been out for

Home 3

[anonymous]

But John was furious

Home 4

[anonymous]

It was nine at night when the door unlocked and parted a little. Sherlock stood up in a hurry, falling through the doorway when his vision blacked out for a few seconds. He closed the door and hurried upstairs. He stopped short at the sight of John. The ex-army doctor was making tea

Re: Home 4

[cheezemonkey]

this was lovely

Re: Home 4

[anonymous]

*Wibbling SO HARD right now* Poor confused Sherlock and sad John. ;;