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prettybirdy979) wrote2010-10-12 10:21 pm
Set in Stone 3/?
Rating: PG-13
Character(s): Sherlock, John, others later
Genre: Action, Drama, Supernatural
Summary: John's having these dreams... and sometimes they come true
Spoilers: Only general ones for the series
Warnings: None really...
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Written for this prompt
Previous
The next time the nightmares come, it actually starts with a bad feeling long before John dreams. Sherlock has started some form of experiment involving chemicals and the second he gets out the beakers to begin, John starts to feel anxious. He tries to justify it as his usual anger at Sherlock using their flat as a lab but he knows he’s lying to himself.
Two days after the experiment begins, the nightmares begin. This time the dreams are more vivid, and slowly John realised he could recall more the details. These dreams were clearly set in 221B Baker St, and John always remembered there being an explosion in the kitchen and…blood.
It was then he always awoke, screaming.
It took a full week after the dreams began for John to recall every detail…
It is late night and Sherlock and I are both home. I’m watching bad telly, and Sherlock is working on his experiment. He’s also predicting the results of the game show I’m watching without looking, and I’m laughing at his tone.
Then, smiling, he adds another chemical and everything goes to hell.
There’s an explosion, things flying everywhere. I dive to the ground, screaming his name hopelessly.
Later, it’s determined that Sherlock’s death was caused by the mixing of super reactive chemicals. Some say it was suicide, others an accident. I know it was my fault. If I hadn’t distracted Sherlock, he wouldn’t had mixed the wrong chemicals…or would have noticed that something was off in the experiment.
He would still be alive.
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John dragged himself down the stair the morning after he remembers the dream fully. He’s pretending to be exhausted, but really he’s a man on a mission- ‘To save Sherlock’. It’s a mission he’s on a lot, to be honest.
Sherlock, for once, wasn’t in the living room or kitchen when John made it downstairs. But John could hear him in his room, though what exactly he was doing to create all those bangs was a mystery.
And there it was, the experiment that was going to kill Sherlock, sitting innocently on the kitchen table. John moved to throw it out, but just them Sherlock emerged from his room and John quickly changed his direction to head for the kettle.
‘Cup of tea?’
‘Hmm? Oh yes.’ Sherlock collapsed into his chair and grabbed the paper left on the coffee table by Mrs Hudson.
John begun making tea, while covertly eyeing the experiment. He knew he had to act now…Sherlock was going to die tonight if he didn’t. He also ignored the implications of the fact he just knew that.
He nearly knocked one cup of tea over in his distraction, and inspiration struck him.
‘Biscuits?’
‘Sure.’
John placed the two cups on the table and grabbed the biscuit tin and a plate, placing the tin on the table as well. As he went to return the tin to the cupboard he brushed against the main beaker in what looked like a clumsy movement, but really was a (quickly) planned movement.
‘Watch it!’ Sherlock yelled, but it was too late. John’s movement had knocked the beaker to the floor where it fizzed violently.
And as Sherlock to yell at him for his clumsiness, John hid his smile.
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After that, the dreams just kept coming. Most of them faded from John’s memory soon after he woke but the more important ones seemed to stick.
And they all concerned Sherlock. And his death, mostly.
Like when he was standing at another crime scene. This one was in a run down old house and there were concerns about the house’s stability. Of course Sherlock ignored them. So John had to make sure he was the first one up the stairs, least his recent dream come true. Therefore when they collapsed, he would be the only one affected and would be able to get out of the way.
He barely made it.
Sherlock, once he knew John was fine, was just put out that he couldn’t see the rest of the house until it was stabilised.
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Oh.. Bugger. I forgot to link it!
Thanks for the comment! (And for pointing that out!)
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Yeah, I thought it was unfinished and then I went to your main page to see what fic you had, and saw the last chapter.