January 12, 2014

Away from the Sun—3 Doors Down (3:47)

Sherlock

Sherlock and John

Two years, eleven months, six days, twenty two hours and eighteen minutes. So long to live without the sun. How cold it was here. Away from the brightness, the warmth, John. What had he done? Would John ever forgive him? Would he ever be able to forgive himself? Why had he done this again? He couldn't remember.

Two days. Only two more and he could be home. Home. Light. Warmth. 221b Baker Street. John. He wanted that warmth. The light. Home.

"John," a whisper, a breath.

"Sherlock," a gasp. "You're here. You're home."

"Yes."

His warmth. His light. His sun. His John.