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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Sherlock_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Sherlock_Holmes/John_Watson
  Character:
      Sherlock_Holmes, John_Watson
  Additional Tags:
      10_song_drabble_challenge, Drabble, Angst, Fluff
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-05-03 Words: 794
****** Always Summer ******
by wyntre
Summary
     I found this challenge floating around.
     ~The Rules;
     1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
     2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
     3. Write a drabble/ficlet related to each song that plays. You only
     have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when
     the song starts, and stop when it's over. No lingering afterwards!
     4. Do ten of these, then post them.~
      
     So, in order to break my writer's block, I used it.
     Each drabble had a different rating, hence the overall rating of
     'Explicit'.
I: Ruska - Apocalyptica (G)
Autumn. Sherlock stood on the balcony of Mycroft’s Swiss home, watching the
forest change and shift with the coming winter. Most leaves had turned golden,
glinting in the afternoon sunlight.
He gripped the railing, as he thought of John; his second autumn alone. He’d
heard nothing of him, Sherlock had asked that Mycroft didn’t tell him what he
knew.
The wind picked up, shaking the leaves; some falling to the ground with more
grace than was needed. Sherlock bowed his head, refusing to let his loneliness
overwhelm him, but the more he tried, the more he failed.
 
II: More Than This – Shane Mack (G)
John woke in the darkness of early morning, his bed empty and cold. It had been
three week since Sherlock had…
He still couldn’t bring himself to face the reality, what he’d seen with his
own eyes.
 
III: Look After You – The Fray (T)
Bullets.
“Watson!”
Something explodes and John sees his commanding officer get blown up. He
shouts, shaking his head, trying to clear the image.
Someone else falls, someone else needs him. He finds his way across, bodies
strewn; blood, and somewhere amongst it all, people who need his help.
His Lieutenant; lying in dust, half-way to death…
John felt someone shaking him.
“John… John… Are you okay?”
He woke, sweat-drenched; Kandahar faded. He saw dark hair, blue eyes; Sherlock.
“Another nightmare?”
John nodded, and Sherlock gathered him in close.
“It’s going to be okay.”
 
IV: The Hollow – A Perfect Circle (T)
Sherlock’s eyes found John’s. They were breathing hard, having outrun the
police.
One.
Two.
Three.
John found himself pinned against the wall, hands scrabbling for purchase on
Sherlock’s hips. A hot mouth on his.
They broke apart, panting.
“Upstairs?”
Sherlock nodded.
 
V: Bubbly – Colbie Calliat (G)
It had been three years. John still couldn’t believe that Sherlock was here, in
London with him again.
The week had been quiet, the criminal classes yielding to the winter rains.
John spent most of the time making tea and listening to Sherlock’s stories of
defeating Moran.
They were curled up on the couch, listening to the rain against the window pane
of 221B; John snuggled into Sherlock’s chest, and Sherlock’s arm came around
his waist. And that’s when the world shifted. A press of lips to his forehead,
and John realised three years had changed everything.
 
VI: Having Myself A Time – Billie Holiday (G)
John loved it. He was free, free to do what he wanted. He made sure everyone
knew, how he felt, how in love he was.
He would walk through Regent’s Park, kicking at fallen leaves, humming silly
tunes and spinning in circles.
 
VII: I Will Follow You Into The Dark – Death Cab For Cutie (M)
They’d grown old together, as they’d promised. They’d hit a few bumps along the
way, but they’d grown old together.
And as John took his last breath, Sherlock’s wrinkled fingers in his snow-white
hair; Sherlock took his pills, and lay beside him.
 
VIII: Disarm Me (With Your Loneliness) – HIM (M) (Underage)
John finds the teenager, curled in a ball in a doorway on his way home from
university one evening. It is cold, and the youth is shivering. Going against
everything that prevents him from doing stupid things, he asks the boy’s name.
The youth is thin, folded in on himself. John takes him home. He doesn’t speak,
watching John warily with big blue eyes, under thick black hair, as he tends to
the boy’s wounds.
When he offers food, the boy takes it carefully, poking through the stew with
the spoon and smelling it.
John coerces him into the shower, and finds some clean clothes for him. The boy
isn’t much taller than him, not finished growing; it gives John some idea of
his age. The youth curls up on the couch and falls asleep.
John feels obliged to watch over him.
 
IX: When I Get You Alone – Thicke (E)
Sherlock watched, envy playing subtly across his face, as John flirted with a
witness in order to wrangle information.
When they got home, the detective backed the doctor against the door to the
flat, biting his neck and leaving a mark.
Somehow, they wound up on the couch, John pinned as Sherlock’s clothed erection
rutted against his.
“Mine.”
 
X: Always Summer - Terry Davis and the BBC Philharmonic Orchestra (G)
And in amongst it all, they found still moments to cherish. Sometimes, John
wondered what it would be like to have a cottage in the country, just the two
of them and a border collie, and he could grow snapdragons and they could go
walking. Sometime John wondered what it would be like to be still always.
But then, it would make the moments less precious.
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