Sherlock BBC Prompting Meme

"we get all sorts around here."



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MINI FILL: "404 error: file not found" (1/2)

Warnings: illness and memory loss, mentioned and implied character deaths, general heartache.
OP, I hope this is somewhat what you were looking for but don't hesitate to tell me if I did something wrong! :) I do hope somebody else will try to fill this much better than I tried here with my quick attempt.



Sherlock wakes up and finds a yellow post-it note on the bedside table.

Black, two sugars. Tea with no sugar and a barely detectable hint of milk for John, it says.

He gets up, puts on his old blue dressing gown, leaving it open and free to swish around him as he walks downstairs into the kitchen. He makes coffee following the instructions on the small piece of paper, black with two sugars, and takes a careful sip. He likes it.

John is still sleeping, he'll have to remember to make tea for him later. He takes pen and paper, writes it down and leaves it on the kitchen counter.

Tea, no sugar with a hint of milk.

He's out among his beehives when John calls him. Not a minute later he hears soft footsteps behind him on the grass and an arm encircling his thin waist.

"You've been out here for hours. Come inside, it's getting cold, I'll make soup for dinner."

You're wrong, Sherlock thinks as he follows him. John is wrong, it can't have been hours, he was just inside preparing coffee ten minutes ago.

Before they step into the kitchen John stands in front of him and places a soft kiss on Sherlock's forehead, trying to soothe his frown before moving towards the stove and preparing to cook their meal.

Sherlock's eyes fall onto the counter and see another yellow post-it note.

Tea, no sugar with a hint of milk.

He forgot to make tea for John.


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Sherlock wakes up and finds a blue post-it note on the bedside table.

Boredboredboredbored bored call Lestrade find a case bored.

He gets up, puts on his old blue dressing gown, leaving it open and free to swish around him as he walks downstairs to find his mobile. It rings once, twice, three times before Lestrade answers. Sherlock doesn't leave him any time to speak.

"I can feel my brain rotting away, I need a case."

Lestrade sighs into the phone. Sherlock can't see him but the man is lifting his old hand towards his face to pass it tiredly on his forehead.

"Sherlock, I'm retired, remember? I can't give you a case, I don't have access to investigations anymore."

He wrinkles his eyebrows in confusion and thinks. Lestrade is retired? That doesn't make sense, only last week they were investigating the case of the serial suicides together.

He looks down at the coffee table in front of the sofa and sees another blue post-it note.

Look in the mirror, remember to look in the mirror.

He moves towards the dark fireplace and there, above the mantelpiece, he sees his reflection: his hair is still curly, always curly, messy from a good night's sleep, and they're grey. There's a few candid streaks of white here and there. His forehead and mouth lines are signed with wrinkles of worry and study and age and life. His eyes are still shining, light and attentive, eyes of a man who has lived more than half a century.

"Sherlock? You there?"

He moves his gaze away from the mirror and looks back at the coffee table, at the blue post-it note.

"You're old."

Lestrade huffs into the phone, half amused and half tired.

"Yeah, I am."

"I forgot."

"It's alright, you remember now."


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MINI FILL: "404 error: file not found" (2/2)


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Sherlock wakes up and finds a green post-it note on the bedside table.

Mycroft is dead.

He gets up, puts on his old blue dressing gown, leaving it open and free to swish around him as he walks into the bathroom. John is there, taking a shower.

"Mycroft is dead."

John turns off the water and opens the curtain, taking a towel nearby to dry himself off. He steps out of the bathtub and looks at Sherlock with soft concern, glancing for a moment at the brightly coloured post-it note in his hands.

"I know. You forgot?"

Sherlock looks at him for a long minute: he forgot. He hates to admit it but yes, he forgot.

He nods.

"Who is Mycroft?"

John looks like he's been punched in the face. He takes a deep breath, eyes moving up to the ceiling for a fraction of a second before settling back on Sherlock, his brilliant and mad and old and ill Sherlock.

"He's your brother. Your older brother, you used to fight a lot but it was obvious to everybody that you cared—"

He has to stop talking because his voice is breaking. He blinks once, twice, three times. A few more blinks and the tears have gone back to where they came from.

"Put on the kettle, would you? I'll just get dressed and then we can talk about Mycroft if you want."

Sherlock looks at John flashing him a small, sad smile. He wonders why he's sad. He nods.

"Yes, I think I'd like to remember my brother."


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Sherlock wakes up and finds a pink post-it note on the bedside table.

Throw away the head in the fridge.

He gets up, puts on his old blue dressing gown, leaving it open and free to swish around him as he walks downstairs towards the fridge.

"Good morning," John greets him with a smile.

Sherlock ignores him and opens the fridge, eyes scanning through its contents and hands moving food and bottles around.

"What are you looking for?" John asks, patience audible in his voice.

"The head."

A sigh.

Sherlock feels John moving behind him, hands reaching for his to stop his frantic search.

"There hasn't been a head in this fridge for years."

He looks at John and suddenly he remembers: past, it was raining outside, John opened the fridge and stepped back in disgust because of a head, a foot, a heart. He remembers John, a younger John. He was closing the fridge, shaking his head, muttering about getting a separate fridge for experiments and asking Molly never to let Sherlock borrow other body parts.

Sherlock moves quickly into the living room and looks for his phone, John following him closely with a worried frown.

"What are you doing now?"

"I just remembered, Molly."

"What about Molly?"

"I never thanked her for the head. I should call her, it was a useful head."

John looks as Sherlock crouches down to look for his mobile under the couch. He doesn't have the heart to tell him that they went to Molly's funeral just a week ago. Sherlock will remember, in his own time.


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Sherlock wakes up and finds a purple post-it note on the bedside table.

John. Whatever happens, remember John.

He gets up, puts on his old blue dressing gown, leaving it open and free to swish around him as he walks downstairs into the small backyard.

John is there, sitting on a chair and reading the newspaper. There's no cup of tea in his hands, Sherlock forgot to make it. He didn't make coffee for himself either.

He walks behind him and bends down to brush his lips against John's temple.

"I forgot to tell you I love you."

He can't see it but he feels John's smile.


* * *


Sherlock wakes up and finds a yellow post-it note on the bedside table.

Don't bother making tea.

He gets up, puts on his old blue dressing gown, leaving it open and free to swish around him as he walks downstairs.

The house is silent.


Re: MINI FILL: "404 error: file not found" (2/2)

OP, I just realised I followed your indications about what the notes should say and how they get fewer and fewer as time passes much less than I thought I did... I'm really sorry! If you don't like it I'll delete this, no problem, hopefully someone else will fill this better than I did because I messed up a bit...

Re: MINI FILL: "404 error: file not found" (2/2)

(Anonymous)
The things. This did. To my heart. Oh god, you managed to get in a heartbreaking moment for everyone, didn't you?

The ending just about killed me. The way you didn't have to say it because the reader knows exactly what you meant...

Thank you.

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(Anonymous)
God. My heart. This is...well, brilliant, of course, but heartbreaking. And that line that you kept repeating! He gets up, puts on his old blue dressing gown, leaving it open and free to swish around him... That killed me. I don't even want to think of a Sherlock who loses his incredible mind. Ahhh, I'm a bundle of emotions. I'm probably going to read this about three more times, because apparently I like pain.

Wonderful job. <3

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(Anonymous)
Hvfthcdkogfcsr

OUCH MY HEART.

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:'(

I WILL NEVER KNOW HAPPINESS AGAIN.

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(Anonymous)
If I wasn't in the library, I'd be weeping

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I'm crying. Literally. Whyyyyy did you!

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(Anonymous)
I

AM

CRYING

AND I HAVE NOTHING ELSE TO SAY TO YOU, WRITER!ANON, OTHER THAN 'HOLY SHIT THAT WAS AMAZING.'

Re: MINI FILL: "404 error: file not found" (2/2)

As someone who has to frequently remind her grandmother that we buried her husband and daughter this year, John in the Mycroft scene was heart-breakingly perfect. As was the whole thing, to be honest.
Thank you.

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That was the saddest thing I have ever read. Seriously... *sobs*

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You just killed me.
Thanks.


Not but really, wow.

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(Anonymous)
Oh god, I started crying and sort of hyperventilating when I read the last line. It's so beautifully heartbreaking.

OP here

(Anonymous)
Might not have followed the prompt exactly, but please don't delete this. It'd deprive the kinkmeme of something extraordinary. I think the mass of reviewers above me would agree.

I feel like someone dear just passed by and placed a butterfly in my hands. And if I move quickly or too carelessly, I might do irrevocable damage to something precious.

There's a lovely, poetically dreamlike feel about this piece, in your repetition and writing style. I like how your sentences tend to be short and spare, as if echoing the cut-off of Sherlock's thoughts. And the limited perspective makes everything all the more immediate and striking for us as the audience ("Who is Mycroft?"), when we know and remember so much more than he does.

Sherlock looks at John flashing him a small, sad smile. He wonders why he's sad. And I do love how John's tragedy, like so many other things about him, is so understated. And his absence at the end was a powerful finish for this beautiful thing.

I wish you were sitting beside me, author, so you could see me smile and so I could give you something in return. But thank you, nonetheless.

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That last one. I was perfectly fine until that last one, and now I'm crying. This is lovely, in such a sad way.

Re: MINI FILL: "404 error: file not found" (2/2)

GROSS UNCONTROLLABLE SOBBING, BUT I DON'T CARE


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(Anonymous)
Don't bother making tea. Oh, Sherlock.

This is so lovely and terrible. I keep staring at those last few lines, asking myself if he really could have forgotten John. But it couldn't end any other way.

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I.... Am just blown away by this. Honestly. Just like it was said above, it saddening until the end... But that last one, it just broke my heart. Tore it into a million little pieces. I feel like someone's just kicked me in the gut, but it was completely, amazingly worth it.

Brilliant. Just brilliant. No other words to describe it.

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(Anonymous)
Oooohhh... What did you do to my heart? I think it might be broken.

I came on meme looking for a prompt and I found... Perfection. Poor Sherlock. Poor John. And the second to the last scene just makes the last scene all the more heartbreaking. And the way you wrote it, letting what you didn't say tell more than what you did... Oh Dear Lord. Perfect!

I need an emergency transfusion of fluff now... Only how will I find something as perfect as this again?

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(Anonymous)
Dead. I am dead. My heart has been completely ripped out of my chest and has melted into a puddle on the floor...

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(Anonymous)
Oh my g-d, this was utterly heartbreaking at the end.

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Oh my god.. I'm bawling my eyes out
(its fantastic)

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the last two--i give up.

this is so entirely beautiful. i love your repetition. it illustrates the tragedy of the last one so well. in your a/n at the beginning you say 'quick attempt'--i'm just completely blown away by the minimalism of this. i wanted to say simplicity, but i feel like that might be unfair to the subtleties you've folded into this. it's so very pretty and sad. thank you for this.

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Re: MINI FILL: "404 error: file not found" (1/2)

Hi,
Firstly, I wanted to say that I love your fic, this one is simply one of my favorites in this fandom. Would you mind terribly if I translate it into Polish? Pretty, pretty please, we have a lack of awesomeness in Polish fandom, I want people who don't speak English to read it, too!

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