What's This?
By: Erandri
This is just a short oneshot that i wrote while waiting for class to start. Ever since I saw the first episode I wondered how Sherlock felt when he heard John say that he didn't have to imagine what his last words would be. I hope that you like it and please tell me if I made any mistakes I typed this up extremely quickly and I dont always catch my errors when I read through it.
"I don't have to."
It was a simple statement really, able to pertain to almost anything you could imagine. It could be placed in any number of conversations and make sense. There was no defining characteristics about this statement, nothing to tell the listener what was being talked about. There was no emotional claim to it. It was plain, sweet and simple. Four words, eleven letters, one sentence. That was all that it amounted to really. So if this sentence was so nondescript, why did it make his heart twinge like it just did?
Anyone could answer that question. It was because of the short conversation that had preceded it.
"If you were dying, if you were being murdered, in your last few seconds what would you say?"
"Please God, let me live."
"Oh, use your imagination!"
"I don't have to."
It was at that precise moment that he seemed to remember everyone within earshot stopping. Just for a second, probably not even noticeable to anyone other than himself. It was at that precise moment that he knew he had said something more than a bit not good.
It wasn't the new look of sorrow buried deep within John's eyes, it wasn't the glare he could tell Lestrade was giving him. It wasn't even the mumbles behind his back. It was this awkward nagging feeling deep within him. It felt like his heart was filled with ice, just for a second. It was there and gone, but he couldn't stop thinking about it.
He had never felt something like that before, it was completely foreign. It couldn't be his actual heart that was wrong, he had just had his physical, much to his own dismay. He hadn't done any drugs to affect him like that, unless the new nicotine patches were faulty. He hadn't eaten anything since the case started so it wasn't that.
It still puzzled him but he didn't have time to think about it. There was a case to work on and a serial killer to catch. So he filed the feeling away for later when he would have time to figure out what it was and, most importantly, how to make the unpleasant feeling never happen again.
I hope that you liked it. That line always struck me and I can just imagine Sherlock trying to analize why he feels sad (or at least I presume he would secretly feel sad) when he hears this.
As for the physical part, I can just imagine Mycroft finding some way to get Sherlock to go to the doctors. I had had it written in that Lestrade wouldn't allow him on any cases unless he got one due to Mycrofts 'suggestion' but it didn't fit right.
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