A word was all it took to stop the furious riot in his head and to arrest himself from his ire, taking into account his surroundings and himself.
Looking down he was both ashamed and dissatisfied.
Ashamed because he hadn't lost control in such a way since that terrible day at Maiwand.
Dissatisfied because the bloody bastard beneath his shaky, bloodied, swollen fist was still breathing.
Suddenly he understood something alarming and capital; his best friend had the ultimate power over him.
Holmes was able to stop him using not force but just a word. His name. His christian name.
So this is my first drabble. And my first anything at trying something in english and in Sherlock Holmes fandom. Hope you like it =) And reviews are always welcome!