dani_meows (dani_meows) wrote in bipolardanicats, @ 2011-09-28 10:34:00 |
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Poker Face
Title: Poker Face
Fandom: Sherlock BBC
Pairing: John/Sherlock
Rating: PG-13
Word Count:221B
Notes:Unbetaed. Ties into yesterday's drabble. Written for prompt 40.) poker. I'd already written a drabble about poker... so instead you get Sally's thoughts during yesterday's drabble.
I have always loathed and distrusted the freak. The first day I met him, on a difficult case, involving two murdered twin girls, he'd taken one look at the evidence and left, calling the whole thing dull and boring. That was the day I decided that he was a monster and that one day the body that we were standing over would be one Sherlock put there himself.
I hate the fact that I pity him now. We're at a crime scene where the body looks similar to John Watson, the extremely nice guy that lives with Sherlock for some reason and considers Sherlock his friend. I had always assumed that the friendship was one sided that the freak didn't care.
I can't think that now. His poker face is gone. He's showing more emotion than I've ever seen and it's genuine. He's not just faking emotions to get a witness to talk. He's going into shock.
I pity him. I hate him for making me pity him. I especially hate that once more he's proving me wrong, I'd thought when I first saw the body that Sherlock Holmes had begun a murder spree, wrong! I'd thought that he was incapable of caring about anyone, wrong!
I'll never be able to think of him as a heartless freak again, the bastard.