Curiosity

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Titles: Curiosity
Theme/Table: Table #12, Theme of Demon (the last one! =D)
Setting: BBC! Sherlock
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: John, Sherlock
Genre/Warnings: Angst, Drama, Supernatural
Summary: Curiosity isn't a sin... but it's not good sometimes. Third in the Witch Verse. For the Secondary challenge at sherlockfest
Thanks to mistyzeo for betaing! =D

Inexplicable (Read first to understand)
Casual Curses (Not required to understand but part of the series)

 

‘Demons.’

‘Excuse me?’

‘You said part of being a witch was fighting demons.’

‘Not for me. I have enough demons in my life without going after real ones.’

Sherlock seemed to consider this. He gave John a long, searching stare, and, when John had returned his attention back to the T.V announced ‘I want to see one.’

John spat out the tea he had been drinking. ‘What?!’

‘I wish to observe a demon.’

‘Why?’

‘So I have the correct data, of course.’

‘…Right. I’m not even going to argue with you.’ John got up to make himself another cup of tea.

‘So you’ll find one for me to observe.’

‘No.’

‘No?’

‘No. And I’m not going to change my mind on this.’

 

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‘Why am I doing this?’ John stood by the cleared floor of the living room. It had a circle drawn, surrounded by candles. Sherlock was just behind him, practically vibrating with excitement.

‘Because you saw the logic of my arguments.’

‘You mean, I realise this was the only way to stop your arguments and sulking.’

Sherlock just raised an eyebrow and sighing, John began chanting.

 

Adveho everto, ego voco vos

Adveho pro mihi in vestri malum

Adveho everto, ego dico vos ut mihi

In nomen of Deus ego dico vos!

 

John’s voice was steady, and even though Sherlock didn’t understand the language he was speaking he could feel the order behind the words. For a few moments after John’s voice stopped, nothing happened. Then the candles flared and blew out, and a demon stood in the centre of the circle.

It was humanoid, but malformed, with horns on his head and bumps of varying colours all over its body. It was about six feet tall, with scarlet eyes and wearing rags, which gave an impression of hell, and pain and death.

It took in its surroundings in a moment, then lifted its hand and threw a ball of fire at the two men. John pushed Sherlock out of the way and ducked.

Sherlock fell and as he landed he felt distantly the pain in his head as it collided with the kitchen table. As darkness over took him, he heard John call his name.

 

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Sherlock awoke to John hovering over him, his hand still faintly glowing as he lifted it away. Sitting up, he noted no sign of the demon, though the floor did have a burn mark that Sherlock knew he hadn’t caused.

‘Curiosity satisfied now?’ John asked. Sherlock could detect the relief in his voice, though it was mostly hidden by the anger.

‘Quite. How did you get rid of it?’

‘Hmm… oh. I threw the skull at its head.’ John stood up, offering Sherlock his hand.

‘Skull?’ Sherlock took the hand and John helped him up.

‘First thing I grabbed.’

Sherlock looked at the burn mark again, then at the skull lying beside it and finally at the man before him and began to laugh.

And John, after a moment, joined in. 


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Comments

[byrons-brain.livejournal.com]

Just too funny!

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Thanks!