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Screen caps taken from Sherlock BBC Season3 Ep3 - His Last Vow and the Violin and Bow were from Morgue file Free Photo.
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| What Have You Done, Sherlock? |
I cannot describe the feels when I worked on this piece. To make it worse, I've written a 300 word flash fiction to accompany it.
What Have You Done, Sherlock?
Not able to cope with John’s marriage to Mary, Sherlock took
off to one of the remote tunnels in London, taking his violin with him. He
stopped at a hardware store, buying a can of spray-paint, a candle and a box of
matches before continuing his journey towards the tunnels.
After spraying the words, ‘Alone protects me’ on the wall, he torn the music sheet of the waltz he
composed for the wedding, to pieces. He lit the candle and set the paper on
fire.
Satisfied, as well as heartbroken, he took a syringe out of
his coat pocket, injected the clear fluid into a vein in his left arm and
chucked the empty syringe aside.
Sherlock picked up his violin and bow, positioned himself as
he was taught and played John and Mary’s waltz one more time.
He stopped playing.
The tunnel and everything in it spun.
He blinked a few time, before carrying on with the tune.
Sherlock lost his balance a few times, but continued with
the music.
The violin and bow dropped out of his hands and fell to the
ground.
He grabbed on to the wall, steadying himself.
While shutting his eyes, his head lowered. “Alone protects
me,” he mumbled.
Sherlock’s knees wobbled before he dropped to the ground.
His heart hammered in his chest.
His breathing raced.
If only he could see John one last time.
“You should’ve waited for me, John,” he muttered while
taking his last breath.
A silhouette of a man appeared on the far side of the
tunnel.
“Sherlock,” the man cried out. He rushed closer while
yelling. “Oh my god.” John threw his hands in the air when he noticed the empty
syringe lying against the wall. He kneeled down, grabbed Sherlock’s wrist to
feel for a pulse, but nothing, not even a flutter. “What have you done,
Sherlock?” he whispered.
Disclaimer
This story is based on the works of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's, Sherlock Holmes, as well as on the works of Mark Gatiss' and Steven Moffat's, Sherlock - BBC.
All characters, with the exception of a few names, are based on Sherlock BBC.
This story is pure fiction. Similarities to real people, places or events are entirely coincidental.
This flash fiction may be copied, distributed, reposted, reprinted and shared, provided it appears in its entirety without alteration, and the reader is not charged to access it.
© Branka
