So, this is the child of two plot bunnies: One involving a bit of a discussion about "mortal sins" vs others, and two, feeling a bit more like Sherlock than I usually do, in the sense that I was bored, but didn't want to do anything...at all. This little guy popped into my head, and I have had so much fun writing it. I hope you like it too.
I do not own anything already deemed owned or created by Mark Gatiss, Sue Vertue, Steven Moffat, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, BBC, or anyone involved in the show.
Enjoy!
Prologue:
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He was merely hanging a new poster up on the wall. He'd found an artistic map of the apparent seven mortal sins of man, all charted out in a spiraled diagram. Sherlock had stepped up on the chair, and placed the nail where he'd wanted it. However, upon reaching down to pick up the framed art, the detective fell backward, landing square on the floor. Well, not entirely square. Due to the sheer height of the man, the corner of his nightstand seemed the ideal destination for the side of his head. He groaned out in pain. After picking himself up off the floor, Sherlock felt a straining dizziness that left him a bit more than fatigued. So, he left the poster forgotten for the time, in favor of a suddenly much needed nap. When he awoke, he felt perfectly fine. Well, slightly more tired than usual, and a bit bored. But he was perfectly fine. Wasn't he? Sure, he had his eccentricities, and odd little habits, but was that such a sin?
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So, there's the intro. Onto the next chapter! What say you? No seriously, what do you think? Good, Bad, Ugly? Let me know. Thanks lovelies!