Title: Lead Me Home
Rating: Um...everyone ever
Pairing: None. To any particular extent.
Warning: Um...spoilers, yes maybe no.
Word Count: Each are short. Hence, drabble. Though that's a lie, they're probs the ficlets things.
Disclaimer: Neither songs nor Sherlock reincarnation mine.
Summary: Sherlock dreams he is in war, and 10 other ficlets exploring the world of Sherlock.
A/N: Picking a song at random on music player and writing something around it. First 10! Of course, you can only write as long as the song lasts (good news for Meatloaf fans :D). I've cleared them up a little, but I've generally stuck to it. Inspired by a fellow Sherlock writer who was inspired by someone else ^^
7. Ghetto Gospel – 2pac, ft. Elton John
"I don't understand." Sherlock managed eventually, looking down at the murderer as he confessed. He seemed as speechless as Lestrade and John were too, and they turned to look at Sherlock out of shock. This was a monumental confession and the man before them didn't even seem to realise. "That doesn't make sense."
The man, Vincent Browner, raised a dark brow, his face even more pale against the blackness of his hair. "What's not to understand? He was dirty. I decide to clean the filth."
"He wasn't, he was cleaner than you." Sherlock said, portraying his confusion by taking things very literally, as Sherlock tended to do always. "More than definitely, he was almost OCD about –"
"Sherlock," John cut across lowly. "He means the skin colour."
Sherlock seemed even more confused. "Why would that make a man dirty?"
"Colour of filth!" The murderer said rashly, standing up and Lestrade shouted him still. "I cleanse it for God! Whites are superior!"
"White skin is more venerable, caused by evolution due to living in colder climates," Sherlock said almost unconsciously – it was clear his brain was trying to understand the concept of extreme racism which, obviously to an intellect as high as Sherlock, had never posed a problem before in his life. Racism was quick to fade to insignificance when everyone in the world is put on an equal playing field by the fact they're all idiots. "Technically, physically, that makes darker skin superior."
The man stood up abruptly, face contorted with rage, obviously wanting to cause harm to Sherlock. John and Lestrade were quick to tackle him away from the detective. He screamed obscenities at the man, and Sherlock watched on, impassive and confused. "I don't understand." He repeated. "How ridiculous a reason."
"Humans are just that, then, Sherlock?" Lestrade grunted out through his struggles, almost as if a joke. "Humans?"
"Of course they are, Lestrade, lest the word. Why, does skin colour change anything?" Sherlock asked, and the man in custody went into a further rage all three ignored.
"No, Sherlock." John reassured the socially awkward man. "It's all fine, remember?"
Sherlock nodded, as he looked to John for guidance. "All fine." He repeated.
End.