dani_meows (dani_meows) wrote in bipolardanicats, @ 2011-08-13 14:26:00 |
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The Baker Street Mausoleum
Title: The Baker Street Mausoleum
Fandom:Sherlock BBC
Pairing:John/Sherlock
Rating:PG
Word Count: 300
Notes:Unbetaed. Prompt 19: dust. I haven't gotten to the three year hiatus in my reading of the original novels yet, but I've read several takes on it... and the happy yet angsty muse wanted to play.
The Baker Street Mausoleum
A thick layer of dust lay over everything. Where was John?
Sherlock had been gone for three years, presumed dead, with only Mycroft knowing that he was still alive. Mycroft who'd continued to pay Sherlock's portion of the rent. Sherlock had arrived here, the very second that everything was over and his heart was safe, and he'd expected his best friend to be here.
Instead, the place was like a mausoleum. His violin was where he'd laid it down so carelessly, the skull was on his desk, where he'd left it.... even John's belongings were still here.
Where was John? Had something happened to him that Mycroft hadn't told him about? Had he moved out and married that Sarah girl he'd been dating?
Bitter jealousy made it's way through him at the thought of the last one. John was his. His blogger. His heart.
The sound of steps and the clickity clack of the umbrella alerted him to his brother's presence even before the man spoke.
“When you died, John couldn't take living here anymore without you... so he lives with his sister. I've got a car bringing him here now.”
With that said his brother left him alone. Alone with his worries. Would John forgive him for his deception? Would he move back in? Would things be the way they were? With John understanding what him in ways that no one else ever had?
The sound of footsteps jolted him out of his thoughts.
Sherlock heard the sound of the door opening, a sharp intake of breath, and his name said in a sharp gasp.
John looked paler, thinner, and older than before.
Sherlock began his apologies. Less than a sentence in and he had his arms full of his blogger.