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Pressure Points - Sherlock

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Love is a sin but you've been drawn in
too far. Love is a battlefield – didn't
you steal that from a song? – and you've
got your fair share of scars.
His eyes hold so much history – they
store all his emotions and you
watch as his knuckles turn white
as he tighten his hands into
fists. You watch as he stares
at you, confused eyes begging
for an answer.


Confusion
    Anger
      heartbroken

     
    Betrayal
      Sadness


Words fly across your mind and you’re
dimly aware of the fleeting thought
“Didn’t I stop analyzing you
years ago?”

But then you’re back on your feet
screaming at Moriarty as he taunts you.
    “It’s raining
      It’s pouring –”

Shut up!
You wake up and the first
thought you have is John – where
is he? You have to see his face,
hold his hand – you have to know
that everything is okay.


Your first thought is “John”
    But your first word is “Mary.”


Love is a sin but you never
believe in heaven or hell.
Love is a battlefield –
now that song is stuck in your
head – and you've taken a bullet for him.


You've already          fallen for him.
      (Literally)


Months later you are finally able to
return home. He asks you if you
want to do anything to celebrate and
you shake your head.
You want silence and you
want him – you want to know
if he’s alright, how he’s coping
with this whole mess.

You want to let him in on all you
know, but no, not now. Now is too
soon.
    “It’s raining,
      it’s pouring,
    Sherlock is boring.”


“This is what I’m getting for
Christmas.”
And you want to smack him –
smack that smug grin right off
his face – but you don’t. You
hold still and focus on John.


John is there and you’re doing this all for him.

“Your pressure point is John Watson.”

And you watch as flames dance across
the screen and threaten to swallow John
whole. You feel your heart leap into
your throat – just as it had that
day – and you clench your pale hand
into a fist.
You don’t make eye contact
with John – you don’t dare
because you already know
what you will find there:


Confusion
“Why didn't you tell me?”
    Pain

“Don’t you trust me?”

And maybe (you hope)
    Love
      “We’re best friends. You can tell me anything.”


You are half-hopeful as his eyes move
to John that he will say
“Your pressure point is your
highly functioning sociopath.”

But instead the truth is spoken and
you don’t even feel your heart break
this time.
“Your pressure point is Mary Watson.”


You suppose that you should have known –
you saw that coming miles away – but
the shock still knocks you off your
feet.
    Marry Watson
      The files are in his head, Mary.

And you suppose that you should have
seen that, too. You should have
been able to see that the vaults
were a lie – you should have been
able to analyze and see.


The gun went off and you
almost wonder who shot it.

Then you realize that it was in
your hand.
    “It’s raining,
      it’s pouring,
    Sherlock is boring.”


“There’s something I haven’t ever
said, John… something that I should
tell you now…”
And you want to say “I love you”
and confess all your feelings.
You want to kiss him and
say that Mary can go to hell –
he was yours and you should
be the one who got to kiss him.


You want to say “I love you”
But love is a sin and you’ve
fallen too hard.

Love is a battlefield and you've
died a thousand times for him.

    “It’s raining,
      it’s pouring –”

“Sherlock is a girl’s name.”
and you laugh and take in his
smile, enjoying that more
than your joke.


You board the plane and you feel as
though you could have cried.
      Love is a sin
    “It’s raining –”
      Love is a battlefield
    “It’s pouring –”
      He is your pressure point
    “Sherlock is –”

      “Did you miss me?”
Just a little drabble I wrote a few months ago after I had seen the last episode of BBC Sherlock. So, might be spoilers for you if you haven't seen them (although, i don't know what good that warning would do you at the bottom of the story.)
Enjoy! :D
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