Familiar
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Sherlock strode through the doors of the laboratory with the ease of a long familiarity. Not, perhaps, of this place specifically, but of the general idea of such places where research was conducted and discoveries made.
It was with a cold, analytical eye that he looked around, making his own observations on the scientists involved and their very workspace.
It wasn't a 'happy' feeling of familiarity that was running through his mind, attaching feelings to the known, but it wasn't tinged with sadness, regret, or fear, either. Perhaps 'nostalgia' was a word ambiguous enough, yet even that did not seem to fit.
After all, regardless of whether or not John knew, regardless of how he actually thought of himself nowadays, his claim to humanity would always be marred by the fact that he was made of wires and circuits, created on a table not too far different from the pristine white surfaces that he saw around him now.
Perhaps the notion of 'coming home' would suffice to explain the emotions. He had encountered enough cases to know full well that 'home' was not always a place one actually wish to go back to.
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AN: Short piece that was really only written to go with a gif on Tumblr, where Sherlock's striding straight into the lab in Baskerville. It made me think of this, and couldn't help but write it out.
