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kitmerlot_1213I have two BBC Sherlock drabbles, inspired by the Drabble challenge at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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One is a semi-lighthearted 100 word drabble:
If you had asked him two years ago, John Watson would have told you that the simple words “Look up” would have caused him to practically curl up into a fetal position.
Watching Sherlock fall to his death had caused him to experience horrendous nightmares, both waking and dreaming and John didn’t think he’d ever get past it.
But back in their sitting room in Baker Street, John had smiled softly when he heard Sherlock shout those same words.
John didn’t even flinch when popcorn sailed past his nose. “John you’re supposed to catch the popcorn when I throw it!”
And my second one is a 100 word angsty Mary Watson drabble:
Everything--sound, light, voices—felt as though it was filtered through a tunnel.
Mary could distantly hear her husband’s distressed voice speaking to the paramedics, and she knew somewhere in the back of her mind that something was horribly wrong, that a baby, her baby her brain helpfully supplied, should be crying but there was only silence.
John’s shouting, what happened to Mary and the baby, why was there so much blood, gradually faded away. Losing his wife and son would be hard for John, but Mary prayed that one day he would think of her and remember happy times.
1_million_wordsOne is a semi-lighthearted 100 word drabble:
If you had asked him two years ago, John Watson would have told you that the simple words “Look up” would have caused him to practically curl up into a fetal position.
Watching Sherlock fall to his death had caused him to experience horrendous nightmares, both waking and dreaming and John didn’t think he’d ever get past it.
But back in their sitting room in Baker Street, John had smiled softly when he heard Sherlock shout those same words.
John didn’t even flinch when popcorn sailed past his nose. “John you’re supposed to catch the popcorn when I throw it!”
And my second one is a 100 word angsty Mary Watson drabble:
Everything--sound, light, voices—felt as though it was filtered through a tunnel.
Mary could distantly hear her husband’s distressed voice speaking to the paramedics, and she knew somewhere in the back of her mind that something was horribly wrong, that a baby, her baby her brain helpfully supplied, should be crying but there was only silence.
John’s shouting, what happened to Mary and the baby, why was there so much blood, gradually faded away. Losing his wife and son would be hard for John, but Mary prayed that one day he would think of her and remember happy times.
