A/N: Yeah, okay. I thought it would just be a oneshot too... Might end up being a series of oneshots.
Severed Limbs with Morning Tea II
04:35
To: JW
From: SH
Bringing hand home. Clear space in freezer.
04:40
To: SH
From: JW
Fine, just don't let it drip anywhere.
06:23
To: SH
From: JW
Where r u? Thought u on ur way home.
06:24
To: JW
From: SH
Takes longer today. In Cardiff.
06:24
To: SH
From: JW
Why r u in Cardiff?
06: 42
To: SH
From: JW
Sherlock?
06:44
To: JW
From: SH
Can't talk now. Trying not to get eaten.
This hand was interesting. He'd had it a few days now; he'd poked it and fiddled about with nerves and ligaments. He'd tested the known chemicals that reacted harmlessly with human skin.
He knew he had to get it back to Cardiff soon, before anyone from the Torchwood there realised he'd stolen it. Normally he'd keep anything he took, but he wasn't entirely comfortable with the way that Harkness man interacted with him and kept trying to touch him. No, Sherlock didn't want to give him any reason to turn up at his apartment. But he wasn't quite ready to give the hand up yet.
Besides, he was 98 percent sure the hand had glowed a little bit golden when he'd used a bit of aspirin.
Sherlock licked it – sucked lightly on the smallest finger – and his head tingled, and for a moment he saw stars.
John asked him something about politics that morning as he closed his eyes and felt the world spin.