Charaters: John + Sherlock
Sherlock made a small cluck of excitement as they strode away from the crime scene having opted to walk instead of calling a cab. Lestrade's thanks had gone unsaid and yet still known as both wished to go home and get out or the cold London breeze before the threatening rain could release itself. The sun itself seemed to be retreating over the building tops making its way down in a purple-pink aura at the bottom of the sky where the grey clouds had yet to reach. People were turning on their lights and cars started to zip back home or out into the city.
"Happy with yourself?" John asked at the sight of Sherlock's smile at the prospect of finish his case. Nobody else had even suspected it could have been who it turned out to be, a teenager that is. Only Sherlock had and of course he had solved it with just as much wit and joy as ever.
"Quiet."
"How'd you figure it out then?"
"Well it was obvious. What everyone thought as loss was simply guilt. As I said sentiment clouds your judgement, never let it get in the way." Sherlock said with a strange joy in himself at his own judgement. John paused for a moment as they kept walking down the concrete pathways.
"Well, not always." He mused aloud.
"Pardon?"
"Well I mean, in his case almost everyone bought it right?"
Sherlock furrowed his brow glancing over towards John with a sceptic look. "To help him commit a murder yes but at the same time his guilt would slowly work away at him in the end until he'd be unsure what to do with himself."
"Okay then," John said giving himself a moment to think before stopping in his tracks. "What if I was dead?"
"Why'd you be dead?" He said almost darkly.
"Murder of course, shot in the head or something."
"Oh- okay I guess so."
"You'd feel vengeful right?"
"Most likely…" Sherlock said speaking carefully allowing himself to think out each word. "But how's that going to be helpful?"
John smiled watching his consulting detective being so confused by the thought of him dying. He knew that it probably was confusing and he had the right to not understand, he was Sherlock. He had not often been able to trip Sherlock and when he could it was one of the best feelings at times because nobody could do it.
"Well, you'd be more compelled to find who did it."
"In my vengeance, I could accuse the wrong man."
"But then, you'd feel guilty."
"I trained myself to filter out all sentiment and other unhelpful emotions."
John suddenly couldn't find himself to respond. Sherlock didn't seem to be joking or even surprised, he found it normal. It was almost… sad. He had truly tried to stop himself from feeling and all because he thought it useful. But at the same time John knew the feeling when everyone pitied you so he just shrugged. "I guess you're right."
"Of course, I am; I'm always right. " Sherlock said quickly turning to the path walking quickly as if knowing John's thought process. "Angelo's?"
"Angelo's."
Hey guys, this is just a short little fanfic I thought would be good to start my page, I hope you like it.
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