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SH:HP fic - Chapter ElevenCHAPTER ELEVEN
~ Terms and Conditions ~
Sherlock's sitting by himself at a small table next to the window in the Library, his chin in his hand, the fingers of his right hand absently drumming on the wooden surface beneath them.
He won't show. Why should he? It was stupid of me to suggest this. I'll be waiting here all night, and he won't show.
I disgust him. He won't want my help. He'll find somebody else. I blew it by daring to ask him to talk to me face-to-face...
Sherlock's fingers stop drumming as a rather soggy paper aeroplane slides to a smooth stop right in front of his knuckles. He turns his head in the direction it came from, straightening up from his slouch.
John's standing in the middle of the aisle adjacent to the table, wand held loosely in his left hand, his dark blue eyes automatically catching and holding Sherlock's gaze warily. He looks tense, almost like he's poised to run, or fight if he has to. Sherlock feels his stomach knot and tries not to show it o
SH:HP fic - Chapter NineCHAPTER NINE
~ Alienated ~
I think I love you.
He stares because his brain seems to have shut down and he can't think of anything else to do but stare.
He stares with a gaping mouth and almost panicked eyes until Sherlock's grip tightens on John's upper arms and he shakes him, ever so slightly.
John blinks and shakes his head.
"That's not what you said." He sounds distant and unsure, his head turning to stare at Sherlock suspiciously from the corners of his widened eyes.
"What? Yes it is," Sherlock insists, but John's pulling away, his eyes still stuck in deer-in-the-headlights mode, looking for all the world like Sherlock had just smacked him instead of confessing-- well, confessing what he did.
"No, no it's not. No-- shut up, Sherlock, that's not what you said!" John snaps as Sherlock goes to interrupt, and he's succeeded in pulling free, now standing a few feet away and bristling. Sherlock takes a step back instinctively; he's
Dead Man's SwitchIn control, then not -
Sudden loss of grip.
Headlong to where?
Details lost, smudged, streaked.
Careening; no system of
No dead man's switch,
On a fast track -
With or without a god?
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