JWP FIC: “Falling, yes, I am falling”* (BBC-Sherlock)

[monkeybard]

“Falling, yes, I am falling”* (BBC-verse)
Author: MonkeyBard
Rating: PG
Summary: John after Sherlock’s fall
Characters: John Watson
Warnings: Reichenbach
Word count: 100
Date: 6 July 2013
Prompt: Poem prompt: Futility, by Wilfred Owen
A/N: The fic is inspired by a poem, but titled from a completely unrelated song. Welcome to my brain.

They wouldn’t let him see the body. ‘No need,’ they said. The whole of London could have identified it. At least forty saw it fall. John was one of them.

The world slowed and spun. He felt dizzy with shock, with panic, with disbelief. He ran, stumbled, and fell.

“He was my friend!”

No one listened. Hands pulled and pushed. Keeping him out. Keeping him away.

“Please!”

Someone from Mycroft’s office drove him home and told him to stay put. Like an errant child. Tantamount to house arrest.

Mrs. Hudson wept quietly and made tea that neither of them drank.


*Title is taken from The Beatles song I’ve Just Seen a Face.

Comments

[donutsweeper.livejournal.com]

Oh John!

[monkeybard]

Doesn't seem right to say "thanks!" but Thanks!

[methylviolet10b]

Ow ow ow ow ow. This is all painful, but that last line really drives it home. Well done, you. Also, ow.

[monkeybard]

Sorry for the "ow", and thank you.

[goldvermilion87.livejournal.com]

Very sad. :-( The last line in particular is so _final_.


(Also, that's one of my favorite Beatles songs ever. :-D)

[monkeybard]

Thank you.

I love that song, too, although funnily enough I first discovered it as a cover by The Paperboys. Love both versions now.

[gardnerhill.livejournal.com]

The first shock of the bullet is a brisk pinch. - Rudyard Kipling, on grief.

[monkeybard]

Excellent quote, and most apropos.

[pompey01.livejournal.com]

:( :( :(

Ow ow ow

[monkeybard]

Um, sorry? :( Also, thanks!

[capt-facepalm.livejournal.com]

Poor John.
Nice drabble!

[monkeybard]

Thank you! From a drabble-master like yourself, that is worthy praise. :)