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This is a fic prompting meme based around the BBC series Sherlock, written by Stephen Moffat & Mark Gattis.

There are a couple of communities that have sprung up already, namely here and here and here, and also a very busy sherlockkink meme based around the Robert Downey Jr/Jude Law film, but since there's a GAP IN THE MARKET for a BBC Sherlock prompt meme and people are gnawing off their own hands in need of fic, here we go!

ETA: There's also a very dedicated meme here which covers all varieties of Sherlock Holmes adaptations/ spin-offs.

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1) This is a Sherlock meme, so no RPF please! We don't want any legal trouble.

2) Feel free to post anon by all means, it's a matter of personal preference.

3) Remember to include a warning in the title for anything a little more "niche" or that people might have a problem with - non-con, dub-con, death!fic, incest, death!fic etc. Other than that, anything goes - crack, slash, het, gen, fluff, angst, whatever floats your boat.

4) Feel free to prompt as much as you like, but do try to fill as well as prompt; we don't want pages full of frustrating unfilled prompts!

5) Have a look beforehand to see whether your prompt has already been prompted - we want to avoid duplicate prompts as much as possible!

6) Please, be civil, be friendly, but don't be shy!

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A Little More (1/2)

(Anonymous)
A/N: This is a sort-of epilogue for those of you who wanted to know what happened next. It didn’t quite go where I thought it was going, and I really don't have any plans for any more after this. However, if anyone wants to take the idea and run with it, you are more than welcome to.

"Not back to the flat." John collects himself enough to direct the cabbie to Regent's Park. He's watching Sherlock out of the corner of his eye, and can pinpoint the precise moment when he figures it out. John is surprised at the restraint the man has shown thus far. Despite the sheer amount of curiosity, tension, and what, strangely enough, appears to be concern that Sherlock is radiating, he also seems determined to let John lead this conversation. John makes him wait until they are sitting on a park bench, ostensibly watching the ducks.

"There are a lot of bodies in the park," he offers, by way of explanation. "But most of them have been here so long that they've nothing left to say."

"Most of them?"

John shrugs. "If anyone new speaks up, I'll let you know." And now Sherlock is giving him the oddest look. "What?"

"You could have let me know," Sherlock says. "...about the flat."

John rolls his eyes. "'Sherlock, we're out of milk again, and by the way, that preserved fetus of yours cries when it's bored and the sound is starting to grate on my nerves, so would you mind taking it back to wherever you got it?' Yes, I can just imagine how well that would have gone over." Sherlock looks disturbed. John supposes that he's disturbing. "Look," John tries to explain. "It's not... upset or anything and you can't hurt someone who's already dead. It just... never learned to do anything but cry." Sherlock doesn’t look much comforted.

"What else?"

"What else what, Sherlock?"

Sherlock stares at John in a way that he has not done for months, as if he is a mystery that needs to be solved. John is almost entirely sure that he doesn't like it.

"I'll take the fetus back to the college. What else ought I know about our... inanimate flatmates?"

John sighs. "This skull keeps to himself, pretty much. Most of the jawbones belonged to various East End tenement-dwellers who died in some sort of epidemic in the early 1800s, but one of them belongs to a dead flower child who called herself Aurora Moonbeam, but was actually named Betty Wilkins. She died in 1970, but she's not exactly sure how. She was dropping quite a lot of acid at the time."

A Little More (2/2)

(Anonymous)
John glances over at Sherlock and sighs again. “I am aware that I sound insane.”

Sherlock steeples his fingers, contemplating this new information. "And you've been able to do this for as long as I've known you."

"As long as I can remember, practically." John frowns a bit in remembrance. "Medical school was a treat."

Sherlock could scarcely imagine. "I suppose there was no chance of your becoming a pathologist."

John shudders and remembers regaining consciousness in Afghanistan after being shot. Remembers waking up surrounded by moaning injured and screaming dead and being unable, for several interminable moments, to figure out which he was. He imagines being surrounded by the newly dead on a daily basis, trying to ignore their fear and fury as he cut them apart to figure out what killed them. "No chance at all," he says.

Sherlock narrows his eyes, considering. "So today, at the crime scene, could you tell who..."

"No." John really doesn't want to talk about this, but he knows he has to. He always knew that eventually Sherlock's questions would lead back here. "If I tracked their bodies down in a month, perhaps they'd be able to... but, no. When they've just been killed, they're usually not coherent." He closes his eyes. "It's mostly just denial and screaming." Sherlock looks agitated at this, and this is the part that John’s been dreading. The part where Sherlock backs away from his macabre flatmate, or, God help them all, feels sorry for him.

“That’s not much help, then, is it?”

Or he could just be put out.

John is confused. Luckily, this is one state of mind he’s adapted to fairly quickly over the months, and he faces the problem head on. “Why are you just accepting all of this?” he asks. “Isn’t it possible that I’m completely off my head?”

“I had considered the possibility,” Sherlock allows. “But the data didn’t fit the theory, so I’ve moved on to the more likely option that you converse with the dead.”

They converse with me, more like,” John mutters.

Sherlock rolls his eyes. “It’s good to see that you’re focusing on the important parts, John. Wait. You said that this skull keeps to himself." He grimaces a little at the absurdity of his last sentence. "Am I to take it that the other one didn't?"

John laughs. "Kate? Hardly. Had an opinion on everything, that one."

Inexplicably, Sherlock looks annoyed. "What sort of opinions could a skull possibly have?"

John smirks. "Well, she thought you were a bit sexy, if dead stuck on yourself, and she was consistently impressed when I occasionally managed to get a word in edgewise during your monologues." Sherlock looks utterly scandalized, and John can’t help but laugh.

<>

Things do change, if not as much as John would have expected. Sherlock limits his in-house experiments to things that don't talk, mostly. John occasionally excuses himself from the more gruesome crime scenes, but proves invaluable in closing out several cold cases. And if Sherlock occasionally forgets that his puzzles used to be people, he always remembers that John doesn't have that luxury. It's not much, but it’s a start.

Re: A Little More (2/2)

(Anonymous)
Even more fantastic than the first bit! Thanks so much anon!

I heartily approve of this universe!

This was brilliant! And I got an epilogue out of it too! I don't mind that it got grim at all, in fact I think I love it even more.

I admit when I thought up this prompt it came from the idea of the TV show Wonderfalls and I wanted to see what people could do with it.

This is a wonderful piece of writing. Clearly you are talented. While sad you don't have more, I'm really happy that you created this. And if the plot bunny ever bites you, I'll be ecstatically happy and waiting.

Re: As OP...

(Anonymous)
I am so glad that you liked this fill! It was a lot of fun to write, and if this John and Sherlock (or Kate -- I got kind of fond of Kate) pop back into my head with more to say, I'll be sure to let you know.

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Re: A Little More (2/2)

(Anonymous)
You're very welcome.

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