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Fic post: Sherlock: Lieder ohne Worte
May. 23rd, 2011 05:59 pmFandom: Sherlock (BBC)
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gayalondiel and rabidsamfan
Title: Lieder ohne Worte
Chapter: 1/10
Character: Sherlock, John
Genre: hurt, angst, later there will be some drama.
Length: ~3,500 (this chapter)
Rating: PG for discussion of injury and possible intense situations later.
Spoilers: Follows directly from GREA
Warnings: Discussion of traumatic brain injury, hospitalisation and recovery process.
Disclaimer: The Holmes characters fall in the public domain: This version falls under the creative control of Messers Moffatt and Gatiss, and the BBC. No ownership is implied or inferred. This is done for love only.
Summary: Sherlock might have escaped the explosion at the pool with minor injuries, but John cannot say the same.
AN: crossposted to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
sherlockbbc, watsons_woes
Lieder ohne Worte
He awoke to darkness.
There were shadows in the darkness, lights that seemed to flash on and off, tinging the grey with red, and reverting to black. He heard sounds, possibly murmuring voices, but he could not make out the words. Something hissed, and there was a high-pitched noise, and the pressure of sound around him was too much, too hard. It burnt against his skin and caused him pain that he could not express without moving, and that seemed to be beyond him somehow. He struggled for words to describe his situation and first came a name, John - him, it must be - and then the echo of a bright light and terrible heat and sound, god, sound that tore through him like a shockwave, and mixed in with that were thoughts of sand and sunlight and piercing pain. There was something else, someone else, he could not place but he knew he should. He knew he was John, and he knew there were such things as light and sound and pain.
And he knew that something was terribly, terribly wrong.
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Authors:
gayalondiel and rabidsamfan Title: Lieder ohne Worte
Chapter: 1/10
Character: Sherlock, John
Genre: hurt, angst, later there will be some drama.
Length: ~3,500 (this chapter)
Rating: PG for discussion of injury and possible intense situations later.
Spoilers: Follows directly from GREA
Warnings: Discussion of traumatic brain injury, hospitalisation and recovery process.
Disclaimer: The Holmes characters fall in the public domain: This version falls under the creative control of Messers Moffatt and Gatiss, and the BBC. No ownership is implied or inferred. This is done for love only.
Summary: Sherlock might have escaped the explosion at the pool with minor injuries, but John cannot say the same.
AN: crossposted to
sherlockbbc, watsons_woesLieder ohne Worte
He awoke to darkness.
There were shadows in the darkness, lights that seemed to flash on and off, tinging the grey with red, and reverting to black. He heard sounds, possibly murmuring voices, but he could not make out the words. Something hissed, and there was a high-pitched noise, and the pressure of sound around him was too much, too hard. It burnt against his skin and caused him pain that he could not express without moving, and that seemed to be beyond him somehow. He struggled for words to describe his situation and first came a name, John - him, it must be - and then the echo of a bright light and terrible heat and sound, god, sound that tore through him like a shockwave, and mixed in with that were thoughts of sand and sunlight and piercing pain. There was something else, someone else, he could not place but he knew he should. He knew he was John, and he knew there were such things as light and sound and pain.
And he knew that something was terribly, terribly wrong.
( Read more... )
