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Sherlock fic: Against Inclement Weather 
22nd-May-2014 03:07 pm
Benedict - Metro
Title: Against Inclement Weather
Author
: Ariane DeVere
Word count: 221 (+ a 221B Author’s Note)
Rating: PG

Summary: “I missed Sherlock so much when he went away, when I thought he was dead.” Absence will always make the heart grow fonder.




Against Inclement Weather

I missed Sherlock so much when he went away, when I thought he was dead. Two years with no purpose, no excitement, no adventure, just hanging around uselessly, pointlessly. I missed following him around London on his latest case, missed the chases through the streets or across the rooftops, always trailing behind but always keeping up, keeping him safe.

I missed being pressed against him while flattened against a wall, spying on villains or hiding from people who wanted to hurt us.

I missed being draped beside him on the sofa after an exhausting chase; I missed not even making it as far as the sofa sometimes, just slumped on the floor near him for half the night.

I missed him constantly shoving things into my pockets because he couldn’t be bothered to carry them himself. I even missed stinking of his cigarettes when the temptation became too much.

I didn’t miss being anywhere near that Woman, but I knew that he and I belonged together and no-one could get in between us for long.

I missed him.

But now he’s back, and I have a purpose again. More importantly, it was me he asked for before anyone else.

At last we’re together again. The two of us against the rest of the world.

Him, and me.

Sherlock, and his Belstaff.




The 221B Author’s Note:

Inspiration struck this morning while I was watching part of The Empty Hearse and specifically the moment when Sherlock asked, “Where is it?” and was happily reunited with the Coat. It’s been a long time since I last did that “Oooh!” noise and raced into the kitchen to find my handbag and dig out my notebook before I forgot the idea, then scampered into the bedroom to pet the plotbunny, and then had to keep stopping on the walk to the railway station to jot down a few more potential lines.

In other news, who fancies a brilliant, dramatic and exciting casefic with a difference? Not from me – I could only dream of writing something half as clever – but I’ve been the beta for an amazing, superb story by the fabulous Squire, which is full of adventure, BAMFiness, angst, drama, and a twist that’ll blow your mind. It’s halfway posted, and all the way completed, and you are in for such a treat if you venture in! Do yourself a favour and seek out Seek Out The Unworthy.

Ohhh, hang on! Reading my own story back just now, I suddenly realised that you can still read it as John’s words if you’re that way inclined. Good gods, I’m writing Johnlock even when I’m not. *pats self on the back*


Comments 
23rd-May-2014 11:44 am (UTC)
*Reads The Dressing Gown at work*

*Isn't sure whether either the wriggling or the surreptitious wiping of eyes at the end can be explained properly as work-related.*
23rd-May-2014 03:55 pm (UTC)
Yes, there should be a "clothe death" warning. Also, I want your job. :D
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