well i was doing english revesion (so very enjoyable) and i decided to do some practice creative fictional writting and so i went on to a website and genrated a random plot and umm this came up
The story begins by a river, A soldier returns home from war,It's a story about loss,Your character investigates with the help of a good friend
i thought hmmmmm two of those things sound familiar (maybe i was a bit disparate thou) then i found my self writing a fanfic so umm yeah dose this still count as revision ?
oh also i generated some ramdom dialogue "Are you kidding me? We're not 'fine'!"
and three random nouns loyalty, fireplace,train
so yeah i took all is and made a story hope you enjoy !
In my mind its set after the series end but Could also be said to occur after TLD but before TFP
disclaimer i dont own sherlock the tv series nor the books or any of the characters because if i did i would make a fith series and more books but yeah sadly it belongs to bbc and sir arthur conan doyal (no disrespect to them they do/did make great pieces of work)
dark river.
they charged after their quarry hearts beating rapidly, breaths fogging in the crisp night air, feet barley touching the ground yet despite their efforts their quarry was far ahead, barley perceivable yet sherlock noticed as the crimnal turned sharply down towards the river and charged after him leaving john behind to work out where he'd gone.
The quarry stopped catching their breath pulling in desperate lunfulls of air. head darting from side to side, a corned rat, sherlock should've remembered the old proverb* but it didn't cross his mind (why would he store such usless stuff there) he pounced a cat catching the rat. The criminal let out a shriek and began twisting and writhing desperately trying to get away but sherlock held on tight pinning the crimnals arms to his side but the criminal still resisted.
sherlock didn't see the gleam of metal in the criminals hand nor did hear his friends frantic footsteps, for perhaps those senses where just dulled by the weeks of disturbed sleep (althouh he'd never admit that) or the freezing cold night, but the other three most certainly where at optimum level for he felt the hands pushing him to one side, smelt the gunpowder and tasted the blood as it splatted across his face. Everything seemed to slow down as he twisted around to see what was going on.
John stumbled slightly clutching his chest where a red rose blossomed across the surface the rat jumped forwards sensing its weakened pray and with a swipe sent him down into the dark river, before skittering back to the back alleyways that where his sewers,infested with the lowest of the low and the worse of the worse a place where the real rats wouldn't dare tread sherlock stumbled to his feet before plunging into the dark river after his fallen friend.
It was a strange world full of swirling eddies and strange shapes, a place starved of light and warmth. Hell. thought sherlock not that such a place existed of course but if it did it would certainly be this foul place and the knowledge that his friend was here somewhere injured possibly di… no must not think like that sherlock told himself.
He continued kicking his wary legs ever downwards into the clutching darkness. Straining his eyes in desperation to find his friend because he had to there was no other option this had to end with him pulling john from the dark river finding that the wound was merely superficial something that they could treat at home in front of the fireplace while laughing about the days event, it had to end like that it had to it had to, it ha… his train of thoughts was interrupted by the light headiness that was a warning from his oxygen deprived body but sherlock wasn't the person who listened to warnings or his body for that mater so he continued his venture. soon spots began to dance in front of his eyes, ballerinas of death but still he carried on because he had to suddenly he felt his hands snag something… clothing it was all he could do to stop him self from yelping in joy because only a sentimental idot would do that.
upwards away from the clutching darkness towards the light with your light a voice in his head whispered (this he put down to the lack of oxygen) his new found energy gained from his achievement however soon began to cease and he was still a few meters from the surface when things started to fade he had to get john up to the surface even if he couldn't get himself was all he thought. He gathered his remaining energy and pushed his friends limp form upwards toward the light (he tried not to think about the connotations of that) then and only then did he let the darkness claim him.
He opened his eyes a hazy figure was lent above him pressing their hands into his chest shouting something that he couldn't quite hear suddenly he felt nauseous he rolled coughing up water gasping for air ,finally after 23.5 seconds (you've got to be accurate with these things) his body had purged the water from him and he could sit up he looked around him and saw lestrade peering at him
"Christ mate don't do that again you'll brother will kill me if you die" but sherlock didn't care about that right now all he cared about was
"where is John " he asked voice shaking (due to the cold not because he was crying he would never cry)
Lestrade paused "I…he…his…his gone mate im sorry"
"no,no" exclaimed sherlock "have you tired cpr"
"a bit but I was more concerned with getting you out the water…I…I" whispered the D.I his head hung
"you thought you should save the one who had the higher chance of being saved" growled sherlock "get out the way"
with this said he pushed Lestrade out the way and stumbled over to john's limp form he placed his hands against his chest (that was covered in pink water) he's cold muscles protesting but again he ignored his body and proceeded to continue because they had to go home and sit in front of the fire that had to happen. After about 1.5 minutes nothing was happing, so he began mouth to mouth still nothing happened he was suddenly pulled back by the paramedics, he hadn't heard them come, when did they arrive ?
He watched as they placed the defibulator to Johns chest, watched as the electricity pulsed through johns body, watched as johns eyes never opened. it was a mute picture however no sound was getting through it was silence, a painful reminder of what had been before they meet and what was to be and then suddenly five words broke through the silence
"we've got a heart beat".
****Two days latter****
Sherlock started down at johns still form he had been like this for two days. The ambulance crew manged to revive him and then rushed him to hospital and straight into surgery sherlock would've gone with them but one he apparently wasn't allowed in surgery and two he needed to be looked over himself. Well he had been looked over, upsetting the nurse because he told her that her husband was cheating in her i mean wasnt it obvious and why did she cry . he was then told to stay over night so they could check if he had hypothermia or caught anything from the river (like he was going to go anywhere else when john was injured] that night had passed painfully slowly and so had the two days that followed it while he sat there looking at the unconscious form of his friend. He stayed there day and night counting the hours he'd been unconscious for it had just reached 56 hrs and 17mins when
"s'alright" groaned John from the hospital bed Sherlock sat bolt upright in his chair and looked down towards his friend
"yes im fine thanks to your stupid idiotcracy what where you thinking? " he exclaimed
"had to stop you from getting hurt" mumbled john in reply
"well it was…" a knock at the door interrupted him (which was probably a good think considering the swear words on his mind)
"hey I just came to see how you two where" said lestrade,and to hear your statements he added To himself not vocieing it because he knew it wouldnt happen
"we're fine" replied john
"Are you kidding me? We're not 'fine'!" shouted Sherlock "your stupid reckless loyalty almost got you killed... which would've been a incovenance because i wouldve had to look after that daughter of yours even if it would be only for a bit before who ever came " moreover do you think I could have live with my self If you did die he added in his head
"sorry" mumbled john in reply
"its okay" sighed Sherlock just never ever do it again otherwise I kill you myself... because you let the criminal get away"
"you know I am standing here right I could take that as evidence" proclaimed lestrade
"shut up gery" grumbled Sherlock
"Sorry GREG that his way of saying thankyou for helping us" exclaimed john
Sherlock just huffed and grumbled about loyalty and idots and stupidity, about how the criminal got away but inside he was feeling happy so very happy and content his friend was safe and sound he wouldn't have to be alone. life could go on, although for the criminal it would not.
* "a cornered rat will bite the cat" in other words when no other choice is left, even a weak person/animal will fight back (even against something more than twice its size and power) because basic will to survive a guess. if I got that wrong im sorry
So what do you think did i do okay ? i think that its a bit unrealistic , characters are a bit ooc particularly towards the end and the SPaG (spelling punctuation and grammar) is bad and its just a bit bad in genral but hey a tried my best. And it is my first fic so umm pls dont rage on me
Maybe i'll write more chapters from john and gregs point of view possibly the criminal too . or maybe contniue the story.I don't know what do you think you tell me ?
if it dosent cause you any hassle pls may you leave a review because i need the feedback and it make me happy to knowif there was anything you enjoyed about the story.
Thnakyou for taking time out of your day to read this and im sorry about the long authors notes.