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watsons_woes July prompts challenge amnesty
Series: Rising Waters
Title: Part 3: Efficient
Character: Sherlock, John
Length: 221B
Rating: PG
Warnings: Series: character death
Author's Notes: Amnesty Prompt 5: Actions speak louder than words.
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 and John flee the pool.
Sherlock felt a cold wave wash over him and thought he had fallen in the pool for a few seconds, but when he opened his eyes there was only a smarting wound on his leg, and John was shielding him against a wall. He had snatched up the gun and was aiming shots towards the high vantage points around the pool.
Sherlock glanced over to where Moriarty lay on the floor, blood streaming from his face. They had imagined and begun a series of call and response, taunts and verbal sparring that could have gone for hours.
John had taken the more immediate route and broken Moriarty’s nose, knocking him unconscious while the snipers followed Sherlock.
Efficient.
“Are you alright?” John gasped around gunfire. Sherlock nodded.
“It’s a graze, that’s all. I can run on it.”
“Good, we need to go. I’m almost out of rounds here.”
Sherlock pushed himself up, pressing to the cold tiled wall, and tested his leg. “Ready when you are,” he said grimly.
John gripped his arm and together they ran from the pool. The sense of floating, struggling through water and drowning in chlorine and cold followed Sherlock but still they ran. The night swallowed them, fresh air and bright stars, leaving Moriarty, the snipers and the idea of waves breaking over them all behind.
Challenge:
watsons_woes July prompts challenge amnestySeries: Rising Waters
Title: Part 3: Efficient
Character: Sherlock, John
Length: 221B
Rating: PG
Warnings: Series: character death
Author's Notes: Amnesty Prompt 5: Actions speak louder than words.
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 and John flee the pool.
Sherlock felt a cold wave wash over him and thought he had fallen in the pool for a few seconds, but when he opened his eyes there was only a smarting wound on his leg, and John was shielding him against a wall. He had snatched up the gun and was aiming shots towards the high vantage points around the pool.
Sherlock glanced over to where Moriarty lay on the floor, blood streaming from his face. They had imagined and begun a series of call and response, taunts and verbal sparring that could have gone for hours.
John had taken the more immediate route and broken Moriarty’s nose, knocking him unconscious while the snipers followed Sherlock.
Efficient.
“Are you alright?” John gasped around gunfire. Sherlock nodded.
“It’s a graze, that’s all. I can run on it.”
“Good, we need to go. I’m almost out of rounds here.”
Sherlock pushed himself up, pressing to the cold tiled wall, and tested his leg. “Ready when you are,” he said grimly.
John gripped his arm and together they ran from the pool. The sense of floating, struggling through water and drowning in chlorine and cold followed Sherlock but still they ran. The night swallowed them, fresh air and bright stars, leaving Moriarty, the snipers and the idea of waves breaking over them all behind.
