darlinghalcyon: Watson racing against time to save Sherlock?
When it finally clicks, the world seems to slow, jerk and shudder like a scratched DVD as it struggles to reassert itself, to align itself with reality again. Sherlock. Sherlock is not here, Sherlock is going after Moriarty, Sherlock is going to do something stupid, Sherlock is, Sherlock is-
It feels like the traffic's never crawled slower, like he's never been stuck in a cab for longer, and when he stumbles out of it as it finally, finally reaches St. Barts his heart feels like it's trying to tear its way out of his chest. And then he looks up-