Disclaimer: I claim no ownership of Sherlock or its characters.
Genre: Gen. Angst?
Word Count: 156
Notes: This was something of a… self-challenge, I suppose! Each not-so-perfect drabble was prompted by a line from "An Honest Mistake", by The Bravery. There will be six chapters in total (5+1), so I'll try to post one a day until Christmas.
Disillusion
"Why are you so shocked? It's not as if—"
"It was the father's funeral, Sherlock! You don't think it was a bit inappropriate to barge in during the—"
"Well, what were we supposed to do, wait?"
"That might've been a good idea, yeah!"
"No, it would not! We caught a vicious murde—"
"No. No, Sherlock, we didn't. We interrupted a eulogy, told a twelve-year-old girl that the older sister she adored gutted their only parent to protect her, and arrested a sixteen-year-old. That's not—"
"It was imperative to gauge whether—"
"It most certainly was not! She didn't know anything. You knew she didn't. God, Sherlock! People—they don't mean a thing to you. Do they?"
And Sherlock almost says, That's not true. Almost says, You mean something to me. Almost says, I thought you understood.
But all that comes out is, "Sociopath, John."
And John leaves.
Lyric prompt: People, they don't mean a thing to you.
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