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Title: Matter
Author: [ profile] spacemutineer
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: death
Word Count: 172
Author's Notes: My first BBC fic, actually, and my first prompt fill in a very long time.
Prompt: from comment-fic: Sherlock BBC, John / or + Sherlock, AU, John makes a bargain with a demon or the devil. In exchange for his own soul Sherlock will be resurrected from the grave.

"I have to see it," he says.

He's out the door before John can stop him.

Down in the morgue, he finally pauses his furious motion, his hand clamped on the drawer. He pauses, but only for the space of a single living heartbeat.

The drawer slides open with a high metallic squeal. Sherlock's body, the other one, the dead one, lies motionless, staring at the cheap industrial ceiling tiles with its empty glass eyes. The bullet hole in the center of its bare white chest looks so much smaller now than the first time John saw it.

"How?" Sherlock says, his face up close to the corpse, his hands with their delicate blue veins dancing over it, examining it for any explanation. All he finds instead are questions. "Who is this? What is this? I don't understand. John, how did you do this? What have you done?"

Sherlock blinks at him. And breathes. And shakes. And lives.

"It doesn't matter anymore, Sherlock. It doesn't matter anymore."
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Title: Night on the Train
Author: [ profile] spacemutineer
Word Count: 979
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson
Rating: R
Warnings: extremely dark subject matter (violence against a child), angst
Summary: He knows the flavor of failure, but he never gets used to its taste.
Author's notes: A small character study in canon/Granada. Mind the warnings, please.

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Title: The Weapon of Choice
Author: spacemutineer
Word Count: 280
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson
Rating: R
Warnings/genres: death, horror, dark
Prompt: from shkinkmeme: "Holmes does his Devil's Foot experiment alone, while Watson is out of the house, with horrible results."
Author's notes: I'm having fun working to spec. Here I got to dabble into some horror, which was fun. I tried to think of what Sherlock Holmes would be afraid of, and I think what I came up with works pretty well.

The Weapon of Choice )
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Title: Six Seconds
Author: [ profile] spacemutineer
Word Count: 100
Prompt: none
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson
Rating: PG-13
Warnings/genres: angst, death
Summary/Author's notes: Very dark. Came up with the first line half asleep. Had to wake up to write it (and the rest) down before I forgot it.

Watson died six seconds earlier than Holmes had anticipated. Eleven stuttering heartbeats earlier. Five ragged breaths earlier. Holmes had miscalculated as he crouched there, pressing his scarf into Watson's chest, attempting to buy time. Perhaps it had been wishful thinking as he struggled in vain to bid his goodbyes to the only true friend he'd ever known. Watson, for his part, said nothing, his collapsed lung preventing speech. His eyes did his speaking for him; they told of excruciating pain, relentless fear. Watson died six seconds earlier than he had anticipated, but Holmes was never more relieved to be wrong.
Thank you for reading! Your comments are always greatly appreciated. If you like, you can read more here at my master fic list.


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