Funhouse

by Dark Fairytales and Snow Fish

John hadn't dealt with Sherlock's death very...sanely. If this is what made him feel better, Molly wouldn't stop him. One-shot. Songfic. Rated for a curse word.

Funhouse

John lit the curtains on fire.

"It's time to start the countdown.

I'm going to burn it down!"

He poured gasoline in a line from the curtains to Sherlock's couch.

"Ooh.

I'm crawling through the doggy door.

My key don't fit my lock no more.

I've changed the drapes,

I break the plates.

I'll find a new way to burn this fucker down."

Molly watched with a solemn face as John cackled and burned all of Sherlock's things. He had not dealt with the black haired man's death very well and if this made the doctor feel better, Molly wouldn't stop him.