Out of Darkness, Out of Doubt (Sherlock)
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morganstuartTitle: Out of Darkness, Out of Doubt
Author: Morgan Stuart
Fandom: Sherlock
Disclaimer: This universe does not belong to me; I'm just an appreciative visitor. I make no profit from this fan work.
Description: Sherlock observes more during cases these days than he used to do. Not much cop, this caring lark.
Author's Note: This is the second result from my two-part experiment with the 221b format (221 words, last word beginning with a "b").
Warnings (Highlight to Read): Non-explicit but disturbing description of murders and their crime
Even to Sherlock's dispassionate gaze, the crime scene had been... unexpected.
An ungodly nightmare, a grey-faced Lestrade had called it. John had closed his eyes and swallowed hard before kneeling on gore-slicked tiles beside the dismembered victims.
It was no surprise, then, that Lestrade ended up at 221B, that the three men pondered evidence and devoured related files until late night bled into early morning.
When John finally piled a duvet and pillow on the sofa, telling Lestrade to salvage whatever rest he could, the detective inspector offered no protest.
John yawned his good-nights and stumbled up the steps to his bed.
Wide awake, thrumming with thought, Sherlock turned to his improvised laboratory at the kitchen table.
A short while later, shouts sounded from upstairs.
Orders.
A litany of names. The soldiers who bore them would never heed that desperate summons.
After a final ragged, inarticulate cry came silence.
Asleep on the sofa, Lestrade folded his arms to his chest, tucked tight fists beneath his chin, and frowned.
Softly, he moaned a plaintive call for the one he had loved and wed, buried and mourned. Then, unanswered, he growled out a troubled sigh.
Sherlock remained motionless. Listening. Watching. Bearing witness.
After a time, when all again was still, he nodded to himself and returned to his flasks and beakers.
THE END
Vital Stats: Originally written in August 2011.
The title borrows from the song "Witness" by Sarah McLachlan.
Author: Morgan Stuart
Fandom: Sherlock
Disclaimer: This universe does not belong to me; I'm just an appreciative visitor. I make no profit from this fan work.
Description: Sherlock observes more during cases these days than he used to do. Not much cop, this caring lark.
Author's Note: This is the second result from my two-part experiment with the 221b format (221 words, last word beginning with a "b").
Warnings (Highlight to Read): Non-explicit but disturbing description of murders and their crime
Even to Sherlock's dispassionate gaze, the crime scene had been... unexpected.
An ungodly nightmare, a grey-faced Lestrade had called it. John had closed his eyes and swallowed hard before kneeling on gore-slicked tiles beside the dismembered victims.
It was no surprise, then, that Lestrade ended up at 221B, that the three men pondered evidence and devoured related files until late night bled into early morning.
When John finally piled a duvet and pillow on the sofa, telling Lestrade to salvage whatever rest he could, the detective inspector offered no protest.
John yawned his good-nights and stumbled up the steps to his bed.
Wide awake, thrumming with thought, Sherlock turned to his improvised laboratory at the kitchen table.
A short while later, shouts sounded from upstairs.
Orders.
A litany of names. The soldiers who bore them would never heed that desperate summons.
After a final ragged, inarticulate cry came silence.
Asleep on the sofa, Lestrade folded his arms to his chest, tucked tight fists beneath his chin, and frowned.
Softly, he moaned a plaintive call for the one he had loved and wed, buried and mourned. Then, unanswered, he growled out a troubled sigh.
Sherlock remained motionless. Listening. Watching. Bearing witness.
After a time, when all again was still, he nodded to himself and returned to his flasks and beakers.
THE END
Vital Stats: Originally written in August 2011.
The title borrows from the song "Witness" by Sarah McLachlan.
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Date: 2011-08-23 02:06 pm (UTC)Sherlock taking time out to watch over them show he cares more than disturbing them would, I think.
I definitely agree.
I appreciate your kind and encouraging words so much. Thank you!
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Date: 2011-08-23 02:42 pm (UTC)I think disturbing them would be selfish in some way - so he can get back to what he's doing quicker and easier. Waiting for them to quieten before carrying on is him standing guard over them fully...
Any time! You deserve many, many more.
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Date: 2011-08-24 08:40 pm (UTC)I think disturbing them would be selfish in some way - so he can get back to what he's doing quicker and easier. Waiting for them to quieten before carrying on is him standing guard over them fully...
That's it exactly! You've put your finger on it. He obviously cares, or he'd either block it out as irrelevant or wake them. In fact, he cares so much that he stands guard until they're at peace.