Elementary Fic: Mastering Dread
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kitmerlot_1213This is a 250 word Elementary drabble featuring Kitty so there are parts that are kind of angsty but also hopeful. It's for the Weekend Challenge at the ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
1_million_words ENJOY!!
“You can do this, it’s no big deal.”
Joan and Sherlock exchanged worried looks but they remained quiet as Kitty whispered words of encouragement to herself, visibly fighting to remain calm.
It was her fifth pep talk in that hour alone and Joan wished Kitty didn’t feel the need to put herself through this kind of emotional trauma.
Joan waited until Kitty opened her eyes again before speaking to her gently. “You know you don’t have anything to prove, right?”
Kitty looked grimly back as she tried not to flinch when yet another drunken idiot walked into her.
“It’s St. Patrick’s Day Watson,” Kitty answered back. “I have everything in the world to prove, especially to myself.”
It had been at her pub’s St. Patrick’s Day celebration when Del Gruner drugged her drink and she’d awakened in his dungeon, naked and terrified beyond belief.
After she escaped, she’d had a hard time dealing with people, especially men, and she felt sick anytime she was in public.
Kitty hadn’t set so much as a foot in a bar since that night, and she was determined to get past that fear.
Which was why she was sitting on a stool in Quinn’s Irish Pub at 11am on March 17th with Joan and Sherlock on either side of her, fighting back her own nausea.
She’d be damned if she was going to let Gruner take another thing from her.
Kitty nodded at Sherlock and John, determined to get through this God-forsaken day.
1_million_words ENJOY!!“You can do this, it’s no big deal.”
Joan and Sherlock exchanged worried looks but they remained quiet as Kitty whispered words of encouragement to herself, visibly fighting to remain calm.
It was her fifth pep talk in that hour alone and Joan wished Kitty didn’t feel the need to put herself through this kind of emotional trauma.
Joan waited until Kitty opened her eyes again before speaking to her gently. “You know you don’t have anything to prove, right?”
Kitty looked grimly back as she tried not to flinch when yet another drunken idiot walked into her.
“It’s St. Patrick’s Day Watson,” Kitty answered back. “I have everything in the world to prove, especially to myself.”
It had been at her pub’s St. Patrick’s Day celebration when Del Gruner drugged her drink and she’d awakened in his dungeon, naked and terrified beyond belief.
After she escaped, she’d had a hard time dealing with people, especially men, and she felt sick anytime she was in public.
Kitty hadn’t set so much as a foot in a bar since that night, and she was determined to get past that fear.
Which was why she was sitting on a stool in Quinn’s Irish Pub at 11am on March 17th with Joan and Sherlock on either side of her, fighting back her own nausea.
She’d be damned if she was going to let Gruner take another thing from her.
Kitty nodded at Sherlock and John, determined to get through this God-forsaken day.
