Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters.
So this is my first actual Sherlock fic, hope you all like it... I'm not actually a soldier who's been in a war or anything, but I hope the overall feel is accurate? Some phrases at the end are taken from the show/trailers, I can't take credit for them. This wasn't intended to be a slash fic by the way... still if you like it, please review!
I'm a fighter fighting hard 'till my very last breath, battling always always in a war
My gun wraps comfortingly around my hand and fires once, twice, because I'm always always in a war
Dirt-laced ashes scatter around my camouflaged skin and suck onto me staining my hands black, marking that I'm always always in a war
Ears bleeding from the burning yells of the terrified jerks me back to reality, where I'm always always in a war
Ragged breathing from my chest aflame jolts me upright in the dark, flashes of red all around and my heart pounds in time to the immortal drums. I fear I'm always always in a war
Blood-flecked shrapnel pierces my endless nightmares, my calloused fingers digging into my sweat-soaked shirt. I know I'm always always in a war
I fire away one more time, the sleek glass parting suddenly to make way for the bullet headed for the woolen heart, and I don't miss. He's lucky that I'm always always in a war
My pounding heart thuds in time with the red light blinking on my chest, heat tickling my neck from my too-large coat. I missed it, when I was always always in a war
He grabs my wrist and whispers run, proving to the world that I'm always always in a war
The oh so familiar coat drops from the ledge like a stone and folds over pavement with a sickening thud; the tormenting sound reminding me once again that I'm always always in a war
The well worn skull, with patches of grey from loving hands tumbles from the dust-lined mantle and lands on blood red carpet, grinning like it relishes I'm always always in a war
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When will this eternal battle end? Will it be over when the final gun is fired and silences its last voice? Will it be over when I finally see your face amidst the blurred crowds on the streets? Will it be over when the last word is written, when the last case is closed?
I was so alone, and I owe you so much. The life short-lived brought back the never ending fight, the constant run, the adrenaline returning back to me, surging through my veins.
Because, you know, it was just the two of us against the rest of the world on an infinite battlefield, side by side in an everlasting war.
And that is always always worth fighting for.