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Day 4 (Team July)
Yes, I'm butting in here to post, because it's evening of the 4th here, and there is no post! So join me in the boasting progress reports and encouragement for this day's creative work!
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“They weren’t dreams,” John says quietly, his fingers flexing. “You promised not to drug me again.” John curls forward. “No. You promised not to be wrong again. I knew it.” John shifts his knees apart, drops the couple inches to the floor, slowly straightens his legs and presses in with them from either side. “I know I’ve threatened to kill you.” John takes a deep breath. “Don’t let me have done it.” He frees his left hand, begins rubbing circles again. “Don’t.” John hunches his right shoulder and rocks more to the left as he leans forward. “I don’t care what you’ve done. To me, to anyone. I don’t care. I forgive it all, everything. Just don’t be dead.”
There’s a vibration under his hand, against his cheek. John’s fingers dig in.
“Ev’rything?” The sound is more croak than word, but John understands it.
“Everything,” John repeats and pauses to breath. “So far,” he adds, lifting his head slightly. “It’s not carte blanche for the future,” John clarifies. His whole body clenches to keep his voice even, but he fails on the last word, the final syllable scraping over his lips. He had almost relegated that concept to fantasy. Future.
He can feel the muscles work against his cheek.
“Oh.”
John knows that tone, disappointment. “What? You want me to forgive you in advance?” He breathes, but it isn't easy. His hands move, scrabbling a little ways, clutching wherever they stop, moving again. John pulls his head back a bit and turns to look into an eye whose colours are brighter than he remembered, the white tinged with pink, the iris iridescent.
There’s a cramp in John's chest. His eyes squeeze shut as it twists. It makes him gasp.
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It feels like there's still a power differential and I can't help but wonder if Sherlock is ready to give that up.
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A small quibble: being a medic, would he not have detected a pulse first before hearing Sherlock speak? (I love the way you describe Sherlock speaking, btw)
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So...unconsciousness, hypothermia, impatience (with the pulse taking), short time lapse, layers of clothing and distraction are my main excuses and a disinclination on John's part to eliminate the hope that Sherlock might still be alive.
Too big a stretch?
Would rearranging this bit improve the situation?
There’s a vibration under his hand. John’s fingers dig in. A movement against his cheek.
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I have watched the first two episodes so far, and am impatient to find time for more. No drugging yet:)
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I love all sorts of scenes, but the whole final scene of A Study in Pink, especially the bit where Sherlock is deducing to Lestrade and realises that it's John and stops talking and tells Lestrade to ignore everything he said, is one of my favourite favourites.
And then, of course, there's the part where Sherlock comes along on John and Sarah's first date in TBB. :-D
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