Sherlock: And I Feel Fine
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amythorthreeTitle: And I Feel Fine
Wordcount: 400
Rating: PG
Characters: Sherlock, Mycroft, John
Warning(s): Nothing really, despite it being the end of the world
Prompt(s): Based off of an end of the world pro9mpt on the kink meme
Notes: None really. You can kind of read into this as threesome if you so choose and that kind of makes me smile but it's pretty gen, really. I'm fond of it though, so there you are.
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Summary: Their last night on Earth is a comfortable one.
It's ending and they both know it.
Sherlock has been trying to come up with ways to stop it but nothing has worked, all his calculations and his solutions and everything have failed him and now he's simply choosing to sit on the couch, a little stunned that his intellect has failed him.
John is making a cup of tea.
It's strange really, because it seems like they should be doing something more, that they should be running around or panicking or trying to grasp the world and hold on as tightly as they can but Sherlock has chosen to be quiet and John has chosen a book he was rather fond of.
There's no use in fighting it when it's already over, there's no point in struggling against the inevitable.
Mycroft arrives that afternoon and neither man is surprised. He arrives with excellent desert and John laughs because well, it's the end o the world, why would Mycroft give a damn about his diet:?
Sherlock smiles at his brother, a rare sight, and Mycroft smiles back but they still snipe at each other, still argue like they usually do. It's comforting in it's familiarity
The patterns don't break, not really, and maybe that's a good thing, maybe holding on to the normality while they still can is the best option.
No one is really sure. It's not as if any of them have ever done this before.
They have tea and biscuits and delicious cake and Mycroft says he'll be staying the night.
It make sense really, since none of them will be waking up in the morning.
So they spend the night like that, talking, occasionally laughing and eating good food. John supplies them with good tea and Mycroft and Sherlock try their best not to snipe at one another, though it does dissolve into the occasional childish bickering, which is fine really. No one seems to mind that muuch when it comes right down to it.
And that's how it ends, how the world falls apart. It crashes in on itself and the three of them are there, with each other because they have no one else to be with. None of them mind, not really, none of them want to see the end of the world, but it is agreed that, if they had to, there are worse ways to greet the end of all things.
Wordcount: 400
Rating: PG
Characters: Sherlock, Mycroft, John
Warning(s): Nothing really, despite it being the end of the world
Prompt(s): Based off of an end of the world pro9mpt on the kink meme
Notes: None really. You can kind of read into this as threesome if you so choose and that kind of makes me smile but it's pretty gen, really. I'm fond of it though, so there you are.
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Summary: Their last night on Earth is a comfortable one.
It's ending and they both know it.
Sherlock has been trying to come up with ways to stop it but nothing has worked, all his calculations and his solutions and everything have failed him and now he's simply choosing to sit on the couch, a little stunned that his intellect has failed him.
John is making a cup of tea.
It's strange really, because it seems like they should be doing something more, that they should be running around or panicking or trying to grasp the world and hold on as tightly as they can but Sherlock has chosen to be quiet and John has chosen a book he was rather fond of.
There's no use in fighting it when it's already over, there's no point in struggling against the inevitable.
Mycroft arrives that afternoon and neither man is surprised. He arrives with excellent desert and John laughs because well, it's the end o the world, why would Mycroft give a damn about his diet:?
Sherlock smiles at his brother, a rare sight, and Mycroft smiles back but they still snipe at each other, still argue like they usually do. It's comforting in it's familiarity
The patterns don't break, not really, and maybe that's a good thing, maybe holding on to the normality while they still can is the best option.
No one is really sure. It's not as if any of them have ever done this before.
They have tea and biscuits and delicious cake and Mycroft says he'll be staying the night.
It make sense really, since none of them will be waking up in the morning.
So they spend the night like that, talking, occasionally laughing and eating good food. John supplies them with good tea and Mycroft and Sherlock try their best not to snipe at one another, though it does dissolve into the occasional childish bickering, which is fine really. No one seems to mind that muuch when it comes right down to it.
And that's how it ends, how the world falls apart. It crashes in on itself and the three of them are there, with each other because they have no one else to be with. None of them mind, not really, none of them want to see the end of the world, but it is agreed that, if they had to, there are worse ways to greet the end of all things.