Certainty

[rabidsamfan]

Consciousness returned slowly, sluggish thoughts drifting just out of reach in the chill of the

morgue

sensations tantalizing him, dancing out of sight, out of smell, out of earshot, out of touch, only the taste of

rhododendrum ponticum honey

lodged in the crevices of his teeth and bittersweet in his throat and that meant something he knew it meant something if only he could think past the nervous presence of

Molly

yammering at him, inane reassurances, her fingertips so small against his wrist where John's fingertips had pressed hunting for a pulse that wasn't there, and suddenly was again.

Alive.

Comments

[kcscribbler]

Aha, so someone else is thinking the same thing! Bravo - your drabbles are always so perfect I'm a bit in awe.

[rabidsamfan.livejournal.com]

Oh, yes. I expect half a gazillion fics will pick up on that little tossed out scientific name, but I wanted to get mine in early.

And I needed something after writing the other one. Because man, how on earth could Sherlock be sure he would land right. I don't buy any of the theories that say he tossed Moriarty off -- that was Sherlock we saw fall, and Sherlock we saw covered in blood.

GAH....

[mariole.livejournal.com]

Yes, thanks for exploring this. I did see John taking his pulse and thought, "Not even Sherlock can temporarily stop his heart." But perhaps this plant could.

And yes, how can you be sure you would land right? And even landing, you would shatter. There's got to be more here. But I'm delighted with your series.

[spacefall.livejournal.com]

*highfive*

[rabidsamfan.livejournal.com]

Thank you. Can you tell my brain is so very full? And I'm still at the stage where I can't even begin to touch on John's state of mind.

[ancalime8301]

Unf.

[kathie-d.livejournal.com]

I can't help thinking but,

FUCK YES MOLLY

[only-po.livejournal.com]

hell to the yeah! :D

Sorry, I mean, "I agree with your conjecture." Molly and her morgue are all over Sherlock's reanimation.