Demolish
Sherlock smiled faintly.
He and John had never been so awkward such as in this moment and he hated it. Their entire lives had been upended... but such as when they met the likes of Magnussen.
"William Sherlock Scott Holmes," he said shortly.
Why was he saying this? He didn't exactly know. Much less why, of all things, he had picked his entire name to throw out to John as a sort of souvenir. Something that he could be remembered by, something to break the ice. He didn't know. He wasn't sure.
John's eyebrows knitted and Sherlock anticipated the question.
"Sorry?" John asked.
It was the version of what? The unspoken what are you on about now, Sherlock? in the condescending tone that John had always used when Sherlock got too excited on a case and forgot to explain the little details.
It was the tone of question, of excitement, of days since passed that Sherlock didn't want to forget, but didn't want to think about, either. It was an old life.
This was their new chapter.
"That's the whole of it," Sherlock said. "If you're looking for baby names..."
A new baby. He stood by what he said: they wouldn't need him when they had a new baby to take care of. And that was good. John would be happy. This awkwardness would be pushed away by that. A new chapter. A clean slate. Good.
John gave a little breathless laugh. He replied with saying something about how they'd had a scan, that it was probably a girl, and Sherlock smiled faintly again.
A new baby. A new baby girl. Well, it wouldn't be a William Sherlock Scott Holmes... but who wanted that name anyway? Who wanted to be named after a high-functioning sociopath?
Certainly not John's children. Never John's children.
John had had enough of Sherlock for a lifetime.
They subsided into an awkward silence, only the wind whipping in their ears as they stood, faking smiles, on the tarmac.
Another drabble from seeing another minute and a half of His Last Vow. (I still haven't seen it all. I've seen approximately... three and a half minutes total? So, my no-spoiler policy still stands, and I'll thank you to refrain. :)) I have no idea the reason why Sherlock and John are out there on that tarmac and I don't want to know why or what happens until I watch the episode, but this is what I imagined up after seeing that minute and a half.
I'm literally... horrified with the possibilities of how I will take HLV. Here's a secret: I'm so HORRIBLY emotional over fictional characters. I don't know how many tears I've shed over Sherlock. And I know there's a lot that happens in HLV. I'm so nervous... Nervous excitement. I have a feeling it's going to be an episode for tissues and the NOPE train. And then I'll be needing Sherlock-feels (what do we call it now? It was Reichenfeels before...) therapy again. Yup.
:P I do not own Sherlock, as usual. Thanks!