Title: "Suffocating"
Rating: T
Word Count: Drabble - Words
Author Notes: Post-Reichenbach Drabble
John had lived through a war with bullets and bombs and ambushes. He'd survived living in a tent in the middle of a bloody desert. He'd lived on stale bread the locals donated and the rubbish the government called food. He'd recovered from a wound to the shoulder, rising out of the war with a limp and a lifetime of traumatic experiences.
And then he'd met him. Sherlock Holmes - a man who was so much more. And they had adventures. Bullets zooming by his face, knives thrown at him, sniper riffles pointed at him and the end of multiple guns directed at him. And not once had John faltered. As long as Sherlock was by his side, John was untouchable. Sherlock needed him as much as John needed Sherlock. It was a basic need for them – like breathing.
But now John was alone. Sherlock was gone and John began to feel the air from his lungs escape. John was suffocating.
End.