12 Days of Sherlolly Drabbles - A New Year
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darnedchildSummary: A series of 200 word drabbles for the 2017 12 Days of Sherlolly.
Rating: G
A/N - Day Seven – (“Fireworks” submitted by Anonymous)
12 Days of Sherlolly Drabbles
A New Year
The gunshot pulled him from his mind palace at breakneck speed. A vision of Mary, broken and bleeding from the bullet that had been meant for him, flashed through his brain even as he opened his eyes.
He rolled off the sofa and to his feet in a heartbeat, eyes instinctively searching for and finding Molly standing at her sitting room window.
“Fireworks,” Molly offered without turning around. “It’s midnight. Happy New Year.”
That explained the sound that had roused him and the echoing pops. He moved to her side and followed her line of sight to the bursts of light in the dark sky.
“If you stand just here, you can just see some of the larger ones over the rooftops.” She sighed, and he thought it was a bit wistful.
“We’ll put it on the list for the new place. Fireworks, large kitchen, shed in the garden for experiments.” Sherlock put his arm around her shoulders. “To a new year together.”
“A new year, and a new life.”
His gaze dropped to the hand protectively cradled against her stomach as her meaning sunk in. “All ready?”
“Are you happy?” she asked, as if there were any doubt.
“Indescribably.”
Rating: G
A/N - Day Seven – (“Fireworks” submitted by Anonymous)
12 Days of Sherlolly Drabbles
A New Year
The gunshot pulled him from his mind palace at breakneck speed. A vision of Mary, broken and bleeding from the bullet that had been meant for him, flashed through his brain even as he opened his eyes.
He rolled off the sofa and to his feet in a heartbeat, eyes instinctively searching for and finding Molly standing at her sitting room window.
“Fireworks,” Molly offered without turning around. “It’s midnight. Happy New Year.”
That explained the sound that had roused him and the echoing pops. He moved to her side and followed her line of sight to the bursts of light in the dark sky.
“If you stand just here, you can just see some of the larger ones over the rooftops.” She sighed, and he thought it was a bit wistful.
“We’ll put it on the list for the new place. Fireworks, large kitchen, shed in the garden for experiments.” Sherlock put his arm around her shoulders. “To a new year together.”
“A new year, and a new life.”
His gaze dropped to the hand protectively cradled against her stomach as her meaning sunk in. “All ready?”
“Are you happy?” she asked, as if there were any doubt.
“Indescribably.”