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Sherlock comment-fic
A couple more comment-fics for BBC Sherlock, Mild to severe spoilers to 1.03, both written as Gen.

Flight to Minsk

Sherlock hunches low in his coat and tries to ignore the everything going on around him, waiting for the sleep tablets to kick in.

Kick, small child kicking seatback, boy, four, mother shrill, father absent.

"Would you like-"

"No," he snaps at the air hostess whose heels have red mud on them as she walks away, last stopover in a place with high iron in the soil, she stepped off the plane and away, hair loosened in bun red mark above collar, ring on finger, some trite assignation-

"Wait," he calls. "Earphones."

In the endless ten minutes until she returns, the people on the aeroplane leaking junk data to the air from their mouths, their skin, their motions nearly drown him. The slight drawing down of the medication beginning to take effect arrives with the headphones. He snatches them from her hands, peels them out of the wrapper, jams the earbuds into his ears, plugs them in and switches on.

Sound floods in until he turns the dial on the seat arm (still a dial, old plane, failure rates for jet turbines over ten years old), slightly, slightly, to between stations. The fuzz of informationless noise washes out the voices-motion-chattering-nattering occupants of the plane, and Sherlock stares at the seatback in front of him, collar pulled up like horse-blinders.

Cotton, royal blue, grey stripes, faded, thread-count...

The pills take him under and he sleeps his way to Minsk.

* * *

Testing, Testing

John opened the fridge again. The head stared back at him. Or rather stared at the third button of his cardigan, since the man's eyes were hardly wide open anymore.

Severed bits of anatomy in the fridge were always a shock at first, but John had been to medical college. He reverted to the old habits of wrapping everything tightly and keeping it on upper shelves. A drip tray above the crisper should do for now. He made a mental note to see if there were severed-head-sized Tupperware containers as he lined the fridge bottom with bacofoil.

Sherlock barely glanced over.


He didn't know why Sherlock did that. Got him to look at something when he already knew everything about it. To feel superior, John supposed. He set himself to examining the shoes, not seeing that he was in turn being examined.


There was a moment, a cold moment, when Sherlock saw him at the pool, as John spoke Moriarty's first words... That look. He'd recall it later, after everything. It was the look of a teacher at school, having caught a favourite pupil cheating; not disappointed in his pupil, but disappointed in his own inability to see the deception in front of him. He'd thought John might have been Moriarty all along.

A flash of a look, gone even before the explosives were revealed; perhaps when Sherlock realised that, pool or no pool, Moriarty certainly wouldn't be wearing an anorak.

When John had tackled Moriarty, explosives and all, and Sherlock later said it was good, John felt like he'd finally passed a test.

(and that's it so far)

There's bound to be more Sherlock fic, but no worries, I haven't abandoned anything. :-)

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irismay42 From: irismay42 Date: August 12th, 2010 05:59 pm (UTC) (Link)
I'm glad I wasn't the only one who did a split-second "Huh?" when I thought Watson was Moriarty!
caffienekitty From: caffienekitty Date: August 12th, 2010 06:16 pm (UTC) (Link)
Oh, a lot of people did, particularly those newer to the Holmes mythology. Me too, They played it well. I literally went "OHHOLYCRAPTHEYDIDN'TOMGTHAT'S- no, wait, anorak, he's just got a bomb on."
malevolent73 From: malevolent73 Date: August 13th, 2010 04:27 pm (UTC) (Link)
*dolphin noises* The only fic I've read so far in this fandom has been yours. It makes me squee and flail and LOVE it all the more. The flight fic and his thought processes and how sometimes painful it must be to see the world that way is just terrific. Really vivid and yes, it is very relaxing NOT being Sherlock Holmes. ;)

I'm sincerely hoping Holmes finds his examainations of Watson to his satisfaction. I know I do.

And the last scene. Oh man, it was for that split second so damn shocking. I was all, buzzahh?! WHA...?!?! And then my denial kicked in, no thoughts to the anorak, just good ole fashioned, "I refuse to believe this turn of events." LOL

Super yay Sherlock fic FTW!!!!
malevolent73 From: malevolent73 Date: August 13th, 2010 04:46 pm (UTC) (Link)
Yes! Newsletter!!!!

caffienekitty From: caffienekitty Date: August 13th, 2010 04:53 pm (UTC) (Link)
That one has all the iterations of Holmes, but I see they seem to be pretty good about tagging which 'verse is the basis. I suspect it's going to be overwhelmed with BBC fic for a long while! :-D
caffienekitty From: caffienekitty Date: August 13th, 2010 04:51 pm (UTC) (Link)
Wooo! Thank you! I can pretty much guarantee there will be more of some kind or another. :-)
samalander_dawn From: samalander_dawn Date: December 11th, 2010 07:10 am (UTC) (Link)
nice, odd, little slices....I like :)
caffienekitty From: caffienekitty Date: December 14th, 2010 12:09 am (UTC) (Link)
Little bits are less daunting sometimes.
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