dani_meows (dani_meows) wrote in bipolardanicats, @ 2011-09-28 10:38:00 |
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Worth More than Gold
Once more I posted drabbles to FF.Net but not here.... so here's me catching up on posting back log.
Title: Worth More than Gold
Fandom: Sherlock BBC
Pairing: John/Sherlock
Rating: PG-13
Unbetaed: Written for prompt: 40: gold. Formatted differently because I'm on my netbook.
Worth More Than Gold
John paused as he slowly trudged towards his front door, despite a day of work and distractions to keep his mind from the argument, he wasn't yet ready to go in. He wasn't ready to forgive Sherlock and he wasn't going to able to pretend that yesterday hadn't happened.
Sherlock had lied to him and then put him in a position where if things hadn't gone exactly according to plan, John would have died. John could forgive the second, but not the first, he had trust issues and the one person that he trusted, had lied to him. Sherlock had always been brutally honest with John and that he had lied both infuriated and hurt him.
He opened the door. Sherlock was lying on the sofa, facing the wall, John didn't look to see if he was sleeping or not, he just wanted a cup of tea before heading to his room for the night. He didn't feel like a conversation/argument with Sherlock right now.
Sherlock's chemistry equipment had been moved to draw his attention to the table, which held Sherlock's wallet, his violin, and a note with John's name on it.
John,
I know that what I did was a bit not good, what I don't understand is how to make it right. The internet suggests that I assign a monetary value to your hurt and buy you flowers, jewelry, or some other shiny bauble, so that you know that I'm sorry, but you don't enjoy such things so I'm at a loss.
Take this. All of my money is in here and the violin is the only other possession I have of value... use them to buy what pleases you, whatever would equal the value of how much I hurt you the other day, whatever it would take for you to forgive me.
Your friendship is worth more to me than anything and I don't want to lose it. I don't want you to look at me the way you've looked at me since you realized that I had lied... it hurts.
Please forgive me.
Your friend,
Sherlock
John turned towards the living room, where Sherlock was pretending to be asleep.
"Your friendship is worth more to me than anything, too," he began, "You're forgiven, just this once mind..."
Sherlock bounced up, grinning at him,"Dinner?"
John tossed Sherlock his wallet back. "Starved. You're buying though."