Sherlock Fiction: What if Richard Brook was Real?
Title: What if Richard Brook was Real?
Characters: John Watson, Kiyoshi Hebizumi (OC), Agnes the kitten (my cat, obviously)
Rating: PG to PG-13
Word count: 4,966
Summary: 8-9 months after Sherlock died and I begin to think about the man who called himself Moriarty. Not a happy thing to think about.
Timeline: Takes place in an alternate universe (AU) where I live in the apartment downstairs 221C but I still hang out with John. Post-Reichenbach Fall (Sherlock's death), so spoilers.
Warnings: Angst. Hurt/Comfort. British swearing/implied swearing.
Baker Street was calm and quiet. There were no reporters lingering on the stoop, no photographers hiding in the bushes, no people with scissors wanting a lock of hair or a scrap of clothing. There were no police cars parked outside. It had been like that for months already.
Inside of 221B was silent. But it was not a comfortable silence; far from it. There was an absence of pacing feet, an absence of miniature explosions, an absence of regula
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Texting My Frienemy.
WARNING: Do not read if you have not seen The Reichenbach Fall yet. I also suggest that you watch it NOW.
- Received at 6:48pm from Anonymous
Do you realise how boring you can be at times? Take right now for instance...
- Received at 6:50pm from Anonymous
Are you just going to ignore me?
- Received at 6:55pm from Anonymous
I know you're not dead. You can't fool me.
- Received at 6:59pm from Anonymous
Who is this? How did you get this number?
- Sent at 7:01pm by Sherlock
Do you really need to ask me that?
- Received at 7:02pm from Anonymous
You're not him. I know what I saw.
- Sent at 7:03pm by Sherlock
Do you now? What exactly did you see then?
P.S. Stop writing your initials at the bottom of your text messages. I know who you are. There's no need to advertise it with every text message you send me.
- Received at 7:05pm from Anonymous
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Molly stood against the wall of the morgue, her heart still racing. She had already seen Sherlock and sent her emotions into overtime. Keeping his secret was becoming very tiring and she didn't know how many more times she could look at John's dejected face and keep silent. With Moriarty gone Molly really didn't understand why Sherlock was still keeping up the pretense of his demise. Yes, the public thought he was a fake and even Lestrade had turned his back on him but surely he could sort all that out, being the genius he is. Nevertheless, Molly had promised to keep his secret and with how Sherlock had asked her it wouldn't been physically possible for to go against that. Her mind wandered back to that day when everything changed
Molly was ready to leave the morgue and indulge in a relaxing bubble bath when his deep voice sounded from the silence.
"You were wrong you know."
She instantly spun to look at the pained face those words had come from.
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Sherlock was fiddling with his violin on the couch, waiting for John to get home. He'd decided that today, he'd tell John what he'd been thinking for quite a while; the one thing that he did not express out loud for everyone to know.
As tedious as it did seem, he'd spent a lot of the past week researching the meaning of love. The internet, in books; they all seemed to lead to the same conclusion.
At last, Sherlock heard the sound of the front door closing.
"Where have you been?" Sherlock called from in the living room.
"Sarah's, I told you I would be staying there the night." John replied, making his way up the stair
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Sherlock took a step forward. "John," he started reluctantly.
"Are you okay?"
The words hung in the air for too long. Sherlock wished he hadn't said it, and John was surprised Sherlock had said it.
"I'm okay." John finally replied. "I'm just a bit confused about things." What am I doing? Why am I talking to Sherlock about this?
"What things?" Sherlock asked. He was a bit concerned now. "John, tell me."
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything."
"Well you did, so finish it."
John looked at Sherlock, surprised. "Since when do you have interest in what people think and feel? This isn't like you."
"I have interest when it's you, John."
"Well that's nice to know Sherlock; thank you. It's just " Jo
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He didn't realize it was Valentine's day until he got to the coffee shop.
Being in the shop was an event led up to by pure chance and dumb luck, or more specifically, dumb bad luck. The motel's coffee machine had been out of order, and so had his stove (what could he expect at that price? This marked the last time he cheaped out on a room), leaving him without either of his two sources of caffene.
So, being a rational man, he'd gone out to get coffee. He'd never been in this little shop before, but he could deduce that the streamers and strings of pink and silver hearts strung low across the ceiling were a new addition. That paired with the high number of couples making googly-eyes at each other across the little round tables and the dead giveaway 'Happy Valentine's Day!" sign hung across the wall behind the counter informed him of the date.
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