Fill: Human For A While (1a/?)
anonymous
June 7 2011, 11:28:18 UTC
Human For A While
Part One: HarryJohn was a total wreck when he came home from Afghanistan: shoulder useless, hand shaking, a limp his therapist said was psychosomatic, if you wanted to listen to that sort of bullshit. Staggering along on an Army pension, no way he could stay in London permanently on that sort of money, but would he take anything from Harry? Would he buggery. Except the phone, and she was pretty sure he'd only accepted that because of Clara. Always thought he had an eye for Clara, though he denied it. His gaydar really was nonexistent, poor sap
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Re: Fill: Human For A While, 4c/?
anonymous
June 26 2011, 23:34:04 UTC
Human For A While
Part Five: Sherlock
Too many watchers, so close to home: he'd always known he couldn't escape their surveillance forever. His luck had run out at last; the storm broke over his head.
His brother tried to order him not to go back there again, which was frankly absurd. As if Sherlock was going to do what he said.
When that didn't work, he claimed Sherlock had broken the rules in going to John in the first place. Said there was no record of a summoning.
“Then your records are wrong,” Sherlock snapped. Trust Mycroft to make a mess of things.
His mother was just as upset and angry as he'd feared: “This man's family nearly destroyed yours, Sherlock; don't you care about that at all?”
Always talking about the history. Why did everyone behave as if the only things that could happen were the ones that had happened before
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^^^^Fill: Human For a While, 5a/?^^^^; this part 5b/?
anonymous
June 26 2011, 23:37:31 UTC
He wanted to be with John, more than anything in the world. Wanted the daylight hours as well as the dark, wanted people to look at him and envy him. He's with me. What he knew already was enough to make anyone proud to call this man their own: loyal and brave, a healer and a warrior. A man who had seen the world, but who looked at Sherlock as if he was the most amazing thing that had ever been since before the world was made. It was intoxicating, that look. He wanted to make it happen again and again, in bed and out of it. Wanted it to burn into him, till he was imprinted with John's gaze, an invisible legend stamped on his skin like the marks of John's mouth and his hands
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Fill: Human For a While, 5c/?
anonymous
June 26 2011, 23:38:56 UTC
This quarrel was much worse than the one about the old man. It burnt till there was nothing left but ash, till Sherlock was almost ready to beg for forgiveness. He'd never begged for anything in his life, but he couldn't bear John's cold anger, his withdrawal into silence.
Get out of here, the voices urged him. Run while you still can.
He'd bolted again, a second time and a third, struggling to resist till he couldn't hold out any longer, desperate with longing and fear. And each time it was worse: the agony of being apart from John, even for a single night, and the bitterness and anger between them when he returned.
He couldn't talk about where he'd been, or why he had to go. The words stuck in his throat: I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you, I never mean to hurt you but I keep doing it and I'll always keep doing it and this is why they said it wouldn't work, I can't stay and I can't go and I'm being torn in two.The fourth time, scrabbling in disbelief and panic, he found the hiding-place empty
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Part One: HarryJohn was a total wreck when he came home from Afghanistan: shoulder useless, hand shaking, a limp his therapist said was psychosomatic, if you wanted to listen to that sort of bullshit. Staggering along on an Army pension, no way he could stay in London permanently on that sort of money, but would he take anything from Harry? Would he buggery. Except the phone, and she was pretty sure he'd only accepted that because of Clara. Always thought he had an eye for Clara, though he denied it. His gaydar really was nonexistent, poor sap ( ... )
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Part Five: Sherlock
Too many watchers, so close to home: he'd always known he couldn't escape their surveillance forever. His luck had run out at last; the storm broke over his head.
His brother tried to order him not to go back there again, which was frankly absurd. As if Sherlock was going to do what he said.
When that didn't work, he claimed Sherlock had broken the rules in going to John in the first place. Said there was no record of a summoning.
“Then your records are wrong,” Sherlock snapped. Trust Mycroft to make a mess of things.
His mother was just as upset and angry as he'd feared: “This man's family nearly destroyed yours, Sherlock; don't you care about that at all?”
Always talking about the history. Why did everyone behave as if the only things that could happen were the ones that had happened before ( ... )
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Get out of here, the voices urged him. Run while you still can.
He'd bolted again, a second time and a third, struggling to resist till he couldn't hold out any longer, desperate with longing and fear. And each time it was worse: the agony of being apart from John, even for a single night, and the bitterness and anger between them when he returned.
He couldn't talk about where he'd been, or why he had to go. The words stuck in his throat: I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you, I never mean to hurt you but I keep doing it and I'll always keep doing it and this is why they said it wouldn't work, I can't stay and I can't go and I'm being torn in two.The fourth time, scrabbling in disbelief and panic, he found the hiding-place empty ( ... )
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Mycroft says "Pacific unstem," which seems about right
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But that wouldn't work either and DAMMIT, I WANT THIS TO WORK OUT, AND IT CAN'T.
*headdesk* DESTROYING MEEEEEE.
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I can repost it as a response to 5c if it's easier that way - please say if you think I should do that and I will.
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