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anonymous
July 30 2010, 12:51:55 UTC
Sorry, I couldn't quite get Sherlock close enough to do any head-butting. (Verbal head-butting, though, they do in spades. Always.) Hope it works for you despite that.
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“I brought you a cup of tea.”
John dragged himself up to rest on his elbows, blinking blearily in the bright light from the landing that now fell directly across his face, and tried to work out what was wrong. Not the nightmares, not having woken drenched in sweat with blood behind his eyes - that was normal enough, although it was the first time in this house, in this bed. He had probably made half a grab towards the bedside table, also, the one that was too far away, where his revolver so pointedly wasn’t: so far, so normal
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“I brought you a cup of tea.”
John dragged himself up to rest on his elbows, blinking blearily in the bright light from the landing that now fell directly across his face, and tried to work out what was wrong. Not the nightmares, not having woken drenched in sweat with blood behind his eyes - that was normal enough, although it was the first time in this house, in this bed. He had probably made half a grab towards the bedside table, also, the one that was too far away, where his revolver so pointedly wasn’t: so far, so normal ( ... )
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Hehe - I can /see/ this.
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