dani_meows (dani_meows) wrote in bipolardanicats, @ 2011-09-30 09:31:00 |
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Cuts Like a Knife
Title: Cuts Like A Knife
Fandom:Sherlock BBC
Pairing:John/Sherlock
Rating:PG
Word Count: 221B
Notes: Companion to earlier drabble: Here Be Monsters. Skipped a prompt so this is 51.) Knife. Tomorrow will be fluff, I'm tired of angst. :-)
Cuts Like a Knife
Normally, when Sherlock got angry at John, John just snarked back and headed out for a few hours to cool off before returning home, but today had hurt worse than ever before.
Sherlock hadn't just targeted his blog, called him an idiot, or insulted his intelligence, Sherlock had instead targeted his alcoholic sister, his post traumatic stress disorder, his psychosomatic limp, called him a pathetic sniveling weakling and told him that he hated him.
He'd dropped the groceries to the floor and fled his home. He didn't know what to do. His hands were trembling, he was limping, he didn't know where to go and he hurt.
His best friend had hurt him without any warning, he didn't know what he'd done to make his friend hate him. His heart was wounded... he wanted to cry... he felt alone.
He sat on a park bench, not seeing any of his surroundings.
Hours went by and John sat undisturbed until a very familiar face sat down next to him. John turned and looked into Sherlock's gray eyes, reading the emotions in them. Sherlock was pale, his eyes looked like he'd been crying, and his eyes showed remorse, guilt, pain and fear.
They sat there in silence for a few long moments.
Finally, Sherlock said, "I'm sorry I was such a bastard."