a/n:prompt from Scarper Gallywest :- Sherlock Holmes has a recurring nightmare about his mother's hands.

Holmes and companions do not belong to me.

POV of Holmes.


Hands


Hesitation:

Strangely reluctant, despite the lateness of the hour, to call it a day and retire to bed.

Procrastination:

Read his papers, read them twice; envied the doctor; no doubt sleeping peacefully overhead.

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Apprehension:

Usually applied to someone else, not to an emotion he now experienced every single night.

Comprehension:

Realized he could not go without sleep indefinitely; although if anyone might be able to do so; he might.

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Trepidation:

Somehow; the few steps between sitting room and bedroom seemed such a long, difficult trip to make.

Resignation:

He would, however, have to move now; bearing in mind the scientific impossibility of forever staying awake.

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Calculation:

How many nights had it been? Three weeks? A month? A long time to be dreading every moment of sleep.

Isolation:

This was his personal burden. An unshared nightmare. A secret he could see no other option than to keep.

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Devastation:

He slept; drifted into his own past; a small boy at a bedside; holding his mother's hands as they grew cold, pale and still.

Perspiration:

Awake and bathed in sweat. Unsettled, unnerved and shaken. The early morning air had never seemed so chill.

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Self-preservation:

Putting on a layer of indifference; he headed into the sitting room; barely noticing his friend sitting quietly there.

Conversation:

Only to be brought up short by his friend calmly announcing that until he told him what was bothering him, he wasn't going anywhere.

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Disputation:

The doctor was, of course, overstepping the mark, interfering, jumping to conclusions and utterly and completely wrong.

Negotiation:

A few minutes of indignant silence over breakfast; then Holmes talked; as the doctor had known he would all along.

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Communication:

The doctor listened in silence; hearing between the lines, picking up on the unspoken words; the unacknowledged heartbreak of the past.

Illumination:

Holmes discovered, to his astonishment, that sharing a burden with a friend can go a long way towards achieving a peaceful night's sleep, at last.

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