Sherlock BBC doesn't belong to me. Only the ideas for this fic belong to me...


Replacement:

I shouldn't care.

Sebastian took another drag of the cigarette in his mouth.

I really shouldn't care…

How long has Arthur been working for the Empire? Two, three months now? Yet Jim treated him like he was the newest toy on the shelf. Fresh and ready to be put to work.

He looked down at his hands, hands used to serve the one who he had sworn absolute loyalty too. But now they were grey with age and tired with work.

He was proud of his hands though. They hadn't failed him yet…Jim still picked him for the toughest of jobs and he got them done as swiftly as he had done years ago. Even if his hands creaked he would do anything for the smile on Jim's face when he came back with a good report.

Yet Arthur was rising in the ranks as well.

Young, athletic, ego as big as the tanks he had seen in Afghanistan, and enough sarcasm to irritate Holmes himself. This new recruit was something Sebastian had expected a long time ago.

His replacement.

Jim might have not thought about it that way. For him, Sebastian would always be the toy in the top drawer. But Jim was like a child, once his attention drifted to another toy Sebastian would fall down to never be picked up again.

The man shuddered as he took another long drag from his cigarette.

I shouldn't care

He smiled sadly and looked up at the night sky.

I really shouldn't care.

It was almost like the stars were consoling him.

But why do I suddenly feel so alone…


Drabble time!

So 'Of Rifles and Suits' will basically be where I can put all of my RP or plot bunny drabbles! I have so many...too many...

So let's hope that these small one-shots will be able to take off and free my mind from all the homework and random crap! R&R to tell me how I did and if you think you also have a drabble for MorMor please send it to me! I would love to see if I can write it out!

~With lots of love,

Clari-To-Go