monkeybard: (summer solstice)
monkeybard ([personal profile] monkeybard) wrote2013-07-06 10:46 am

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

“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.
methylviolet10b: (Sad Sherlock)

[personal profile] methylviolet10b 2013-07-06 11:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Ow ow ow ow ow. This is all painful, but that last line really drives it home. Well done, you. Also, ow.

[identity profile] goldvermilion87.livejournal.com 2013-07-07 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
Very sad. :-( The last line in particular is so _final_.


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

[identity profile] gardnerhill.livejournal.com 2013-07-07 12:28 am (UTC)(link)
The first shock of the bullet is a brisk pinch. - Rudyard Kipling, on grief.

[identity profile] pompey01.livejournal.com 2013-07-07 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
:( :( :(

Ow ow ow

[identity profile] capt-facepalm.livejournal.com 2013-08-07 09:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Poor John.
Nice drabble!