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The Lockless Door (1b/?)

(Anonymous) 2014-06-12 10:30 am (UTC)(link)

He was wrong. It wasn’t the light, or the beatings, or anything else he was prepared to fend off.

It’s the doorway. Standing there, yawning, mocking him with every passing second. He wants nothing more than to punch it. But even that is futile. It’s impossible to punch empty space, so he doesn’t bother trying.

Instead he closes his eyes and closes his own door. Smiling, he locks it, barricades it, and seals it. The darkness is comforting. It wraps it way around him, seeping into his pores.

Finally, there is nothing left but whispers from beyond.

* * *

“Sir, he hasn’t responded in days. We’ve tried everything.”

“Then get more creative!”

“We’re open to suggestions.”

“It’s simple. Remind him what he could have then take it away.”

* * *

“Hey! Who the hell- Sherlock?!

“Sherlock, look at me. Dear God, what happened to you?”

“Yes, I need an ambulance to 221B Baker Street right away.”

“Mycroft, when the government is not in dire need to your assistance, give me a call. It’s urg- It’s Sherlock.”

* * *

“Sherlock, the doctor’s are concerned. Hell, even Mycroft wants you sectioned. You have to give me something. Please.”

“John, take a break. I’ll sit with him for a while.”

A word drifts through, louder than the others. It sounds just like how he imagined it. Eons ago. Before the darkness and the relief.

He can feel a slight rustle by his arm. There’s slight weight on top of his hand. Every bone in his body tells him to move away.

He moves closer.

“Sherlock! Sherlock, it’s me, John. I know you can hear me.”

The words are now rushed. It frustrates him. He wants only the rounded name. He wants to savor the smooth, fullness of it.

He moves his hand to place it on top of the weight. Warmth of skin meets his.

“Sherlock. Sherlock, look at me. Please, Sherlock.”

He frowns. The voice keeps repeating the wrong word. He doesn’t like this new one. It’s sharp and crisp and nothing like what he wants to hear.

“It’s okay, Sherlock, take your time. I’ll wait.”

He furrows his brow. Fuck that, he doesn’t want to wait. He’s waited years, an eternity, and he finally has something that’s his.

He turns his head towards the voice and blinks against the darkness.

He’s met with a face that is so strange and so familiar he almost wants to touch it.

There’s light brown hair and hazel blue eyes. A large watery smile that makes him feel uneasy and comforted all at once.

There’s also some type of atrocity on the man’s lip. That doesn’t fit.

He stares directly at it and wrinkles his nose.

The man places his hand on his lip, “Don’t like the mustache, eh?” The man chuckles but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

He frowns and shakes his head. No, that thing definitely needs to go.

“Fair enough.” The man coughs awkwardly and stands up. “Aren’t you going to say hi to Greg?”

His eyes never leave the man. Now at full height (the right height, the perfect height), he can see the beige jumper and casual jeans. He can see the nervous twitch of the man’s hand and how he leans to one side ever so slightly.

Then it hits him. Hits him so hard he can barely breathe.

This is John.

* * *

AN: So I really don't know where I'm going with this. Just starting typing 3 hours ago and this is what I have so far. I don't see this becoming an epic. Maybe one more installment.

Constructive criticism is appreciated. Let me know if you think I should continue.

Re: The Lockless Door (1b/?)

(Anonymous) 2014-06-12 10:55 am (UTC)(link)

I'm just glad I got a fill, so of course I'm going to say continue, continue, please!
One more installment ( or ten more, lol) please?

I also feel very under qualified to leave concrit, though the little snippets that you're using to make this as minimalist as possible is a fabulous idea.

Re: The Lockless Door (1b/?)

(Anonymous) 2014-06-12 11:36 am (UTC)(link)
I am really enjoying it, and the style is fantastic. If you feel it in you for more I'd gladly read it, but I'm not requiring it because it seems complete. If Therese more to tell though I want to hear it.
One thing has me confused. You are planning to have them reclaim him ('take it away')?" Because that is an unsettling ending for me.

Re: The Lockless Door (1b/?)

(Anonymous) 2014-06-12 03:39 pm (UTC)(link)
I think that's just what Sherlock is thinking will happen, after everything that's occurred. Who can blame him?

Re: The Lockless Door (2a/?)

(Anonymous) 2014-06-12 03:25 pm (UTC)(link)
AN: Okay this prompt is eating my brain. I have to be on a flight in 4 hours and I'm not even finished packing. Next part will come when it comes. Major angst warning.

John always comes in the room with new bits of information (“The doctor said he’s going to try to wean you off the sedatives.”). It’s always good information. He saves the depressing bits for later in the visit (“Your brother said he’ll by stopping by later today.”).

He’s aware that this is a new personality trait. Whether it is brought on by his extended absence (How long was it? …three years. Yes, he knew that) or by his compromising position, there’s no way to tell. He needs more data.

“Okay. We are finally getting the hell out of here.”

That’s the best news he’s received in a while. Forever (no, no three years. He knows it’s been three years) actually.

He looks up to see John holding a set of his clothes and his Belstaff coat. Clothes that must have been saved. Clothes that John couldn’t bear to discard in his absence. He looks at John’s cleanly shaven face and he feels a slight smile tug at his lips. How could he have ever forgotten this?

John sets the clothes down and helps him to his feet.

He immediately foregoes the clothes for the jacket. He slowly slides himself into it, leaning away from John when he tries to help. The warm weight on his shoulders feels (almost) like home.

He sees John starting to roll a wheelchair toward him. Immediately, he balks, refusing to look at it as he walks (shuffles) past.

John sighs, “You know, Sherlock, not everything needs to be a challenge.”

Eyes rooted to the floor several meters ahead, he continues his shuffle towards the door. He soon feels John’s presence beside him, a warm arm wrapping around his back for support. Besides the initial flinch, he welcomes it. Anything to help him get out of this hellhole faster.

Within seconds they’re at the doorframe. John continues his step through, never even falters.

His eyes widen at the space beyond. The openness of the ward. The people milling around. A sinking feeling of dread sits heavily in his gut. This is wrong. He can’t (shouldn’t, couldn’t, won’t) do this.

Immediately he places his hand on the doorframe and pushes himself backward.

The force rips himself from John’s arm and he’s falling backwards. Backwards, where he belongs. Never forward, he can’t go forward.

He’s waiting for the sudden force of the floor against his back when strong hands pull him up.

Immediately, he’s fighting, punching and kicking without any aim. They aren’t following the rules. This wasn’t part of the deal. He won’t be forced beyond the door. That was made clear from the beginning.

The pressure on his arms disappears, and he finds himself sitting on the floor, staring at the washed-out, grey tiles.

“I’m sorry. So sorry, Sherlock. Just look at me. It’s John. You’re safe. Breathe, just breathe”

The words filter through, but there’s still an ache in his chest. Did he mess up? He was never supposed to (always supposed to but never should) leave his cell. He can’t believe it took him so long to realize that he failed. He failed miserably and others will pay. John will pay.

“Sherlock, you have to relax. Focus on my voice. Just breathe.”

John will pay. G and M and H will pay. The shapes are slowly coming back, soon they will expand beyond the letter. G is being particularly tricky. Now, it’s all useless. He’s lost them again. And it’s his fault.

“Nurse! I need a nurse I here! …Sherlock, please. Don’t you want to go home?”

He frantically nods. But it will all be for naught. He will be home, but John will be gone. And without John, it’s just a place, not a home.

“Then you have to calm down. Breathe with me.”

He tries, he really does. But the pressure on his chest refuses to release. Soon the voice drifts away. He can feel tears prickling down his cheeks. He didn’t expect to lose John so soon.

There’s a slight pinch in his arm. Then there’s nothing.

Re: The Lockless Door (2a/?)

(Anonymous) 2014-06-12 03:40 pm (UTC)(link)

Oh Sherlock.

AA if you ever post this to AO3 let me know and I'll rec it.

Re: The Lockless Door (2a/?)

(Anonymous) 2014-06-14 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
Hey OP. This is AA. I'm planning on posting it to AO3 once I'm finished (I'll post a link here as well). It would be great if you could rec it since it will be my first fic there.

Also just wanted to give you a heads up - I won't be able to post again until likely around Monday/Tuesday. But I do plan to continue with it. Should be around 4000-5000 words once I'm finished.

Re: The Lockless Door (2a/?)

(Anonymous) 2014-06-14 03:59 am (UTC)(link)
Hey AA!!

OP here.
Take as much time as you need to to get any writing done, there's no rush.
Wow what a lot of words. :)

Mycroft says "it is certain" :)

Re: The Lockless Door (2a/?)

(Anonymous) 2014-06-12 08:03 pm (UTC)(link)
NA is definitely interested in reading as much more of this as you feel like writing!

The Lockless Door (2b/?)

(Anonymous) 2014-06-12 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
He opens his eyes to his bedroom. His bedroom. Complete with periodic table and overly supple mattress. His eyes drift over to see John staring back at him with a sad smile on his face.

“How are you feeling?”

The question is obvious and ridiculous.

He hears John chuckle and realizes he must have made his thoughts clear. Probably rolled his eyes, that sounds like something he would do.

The last thing he remembers is panicking in the hospital. His brow furrows. He’s fairly (98.6%) positive patients in need of sedation don’t get to leave. The whole thing reeks of M. And not the kind M with the bright eyes and thin lips. The tedious M with the stupid smirk and presumptuous umbrella.

He rolls away from John with an annoyed sigh.

“Yes, we can thank Mycroft for your homecoming.”

He can almost hear the bemused smile in John’s voice. It does nothing to sway his mood.

He keeps firmly still. He doesn’t want to betray the fact he’s rolling the name around in his head. He’s heard it before. Recently. Tried planting it in his brain a week ago. Clearly he was unsuccessful. The variations make it difficult to stick. The high vowel with a rounded middle and hissing end. It can morph. Change shape to slip through a sieve. Mycroft. How detestable.

It’s nothing like John. Firm and consistent. Genuine.


He’s been standing at the doorway for just under twelve minutes when John approaches with a tray full of food.

“Sherlock! You shouldn’t be out of bed.”

John’s right. The thought tastes bitter in his mouth, but he’s right. His legs are straining with effort.

“What do you need?” John asks as he places the tray on the floor.

He glances directly at the loo down the hall and looks back at John, hoping the message is clear.

A slight blush rises to John’s cheeks. It’s enough to make Sherlock roll his eyes. “Oh, right. Okay, let’s go.”

He shakes his head, shifting away from the wool-clad arm moving towards him. The hand immediately disappears.

“Okay. Okay. We can take it slow.”

He shakes his head again. Slow is agony and typically a lesson in futility. Slow is for dismal masses. Unacceptable.


He watches as John sighs and runs his hand through his hair.

“What do you suppose we do?”

His gaze hardens. If he knew that, then he wouldn’t be standing in the bloody doorway. Jesus Chirst, John, think for a moment. Frowning he goes through the possibilities.

Knocked unconscious…unlikely. And it would probably end with him wetting himself.

Drugged…just as unlikely.

Carried…never. Would rather wet himself.

Bed pan…no. Just no.

Catheter…see bed pan.

He takes a deep breath before slowly lifting his arm. He pauses a moment (1.2 seconds) before reaching past the doorway. Locking eyes with John, he waits. One…two… It will happen. They always kept their promises. No, no that’s not true. He’s out now. He’s out.

A persistent thought invades his mind in the same lilting voice that makes him cringe (and scream and beg). Maybe it needs to be more than an arm.

It was never clarified what constituted as leaving. It seems like an erroneous error on their (his) part.

His thoughts are interrupted with the suddenly feeling of a hand in around his. The warmth is unwelcome and its intention is terrifying. He quickly snatches his hand back into the safety of his room.

“Sherlock. If I knew what the problem was, I might be able to help.”

He nods, even though he has no idea how to provide that.

It’s simple. He must decide. Who does he trust more? John or size nine. A familiar (annoying) M invades his mind, but this one is twisted an ugly. Unhinged. He pushes it aside. There are too many M’s when all he wants is John.

Once again, he raises his arm. Closing his eyes, he nods for John to take it. He ignores the slight pressure on his wrist and begins to recite the periodic table in his head. By the time he reaches argon, he has wool beneath his fingertips and the warmth of tea infiltrating his thoughts.

He opens his eyes to see John’s face close to his. He doesn’t need to look to know the doorway is a meter behind him. He clenches the wool of John’s sweater and smiles.

“That’s it?”

All he can do is nod.

John’s smile in return is brilliant.

Re: The Lockless Door (2b/?)

(Anonymous) 2014-06-13 11:01 am (UTC)(link)
The angst is so delicious! :O
This story is absolutely unique. Please more!

Re: The Lockless Door (2b/?)

(Anonymous) 2014-06-28 08:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Sorry I'm so late, AA, but this is lovely and LOVE JOHN AW :)

The Lockless Door (3a/4)

(Anonymous) 2014-06-29 06:08 am (UTC)(link)
AN: So, yeah. I know. It's been a while - no excuses. Hope there's still some interest. I should mention that this will not become Johnlock (I suppose you could read it as pre-slash if you choose to do so). Sorry if that disappoints anyone. Also this is a healing/comfort section (always harder for me to write) but more angst will be coming.

First line is taken for a 1980 publication of Gray's Anatomy

* * *

The laminae are two broad plates of bone which complete the neural arch…

He hears his name being called from downstairs. He looks at the closed door, annoyed at whatever has interrupted his reading.

Well, reading isn’t really quite the right term. The words are popping into his head before he has a chance to see them on the page. Recalling. Recalling would be the best way to describe it in English. He knows there’s a better term for it in German. But it doesn’t come to him immediately, and he’s too tired to bother searching for it.

The voice drifts through the door again.

“Mrs. Hudson brought some meatloaf if you want to come down and join us.”

No. He doesn’t want to join them, and he doesn’t want the meatloaf. But he can hear the hope in John’s voice. More importantly, he knows that if he doesn’t come down, John will come up with his sympathetic eyes and soft voice, and he especially doesn’t want that.

Sighing, he puts away his forty year old copy of Gray’s Anatomy and makes the slow trek towards the kitchen.

In the hallway, he hears the loud and seemingly aimless bustle of John moving around the kitchen. It becomes clear that John is setting out plates and cups with a frenzied and unnatural vigor. Worst of all, it does nothing to deter him from overhearing John’s rushed whisper. “He does better if we’re not staring”. The thought (reality) annoys him.

His eyes narrow as he enters. There’s no reason for John to be like this…like he may break at any moment. It’s irritating and absurd (and necessary). He’s fine, for Christ’s sake. And if he must prove it with a mind numbingly dull dinner of ground beef and cooked ketchup then so be it.

He barely glances at John as he enters, instead looking at…at…

“Oh, Sherlock, it’s so nice to see you.”

The voice high and has an amateur musical quality to it. Its familiarity fills him with comfort and warmth. The word ‘maternal’ floats through his mind before he chases it away. It’s true, but not quite. The Germans probably have a better word for that too.

“Come now, have a seat,” she says, ushering him into the closest chair. From her proximity and the lingering scent, he can tell she recently coloured her hair. L’Oreal Rich Honey, he would presume. He glances over her dated jewelry (clearly sentimental) and purple frock, though she would have an absurd name for it, like eggplant or palatinate.

He briefly closes his eyes and a baritone voice fills his thoughts.

Mrs. Hudson leave Baker Street? England would fall.

Ah, yes. Mrs. Hudson.

See, John, he’s fine.

* * *

He hears John’s hushed whispers from the hallway. It’s clear by his tone John doesn’t want to be overheard. So, the conversation is about him and/or at least minutely interesting.

He leans closer against the wall.

“I just…I’m not sure if it’s a good idea.”


“I know. You can never tell with him. Who knows what he needs.”

He scowls at that. He doesn’t need anything.

“Even if we did come, there’s no way he could possibly be of any help. He still hasn’t said a word since…” John pauses and trails off into an uncomfortable cough.

So John’s noticed. Well, of course he’s noticed. John’s not that dense. He had (foolishly) hoped it was explained away with his prior quirkiness. Sometimes I don’t talk for days on end.

No matter. There’s a case. Finally. Something to do before he jammed his violin bow into his brain to save himself from the monotony. He quickly walks back to his bedroom.

Within minutes, John’s remark is out of his head and he’s walking (strutting) past the living room. He hears John sigh as he descends the staircase.

“Nevermind. He’s already got his coat on. See you in a few.”

Re: The Lockless Door (3a/4)

(Anonymous) 2014-06-29 07:32 am (UTC)(link)
I'm glad you updated!!! <3

Re: The Lockless Door (3a/4)

(Anonymous) 2014-06-29 11:16 am (UTC)(link)
Very much still here and still interested. Love this.

Re: The Lockless Door (3a/4)

(Anonymous) 2014-06-29 12:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Definitely still interested! Thank you for the update, and patiently waiting for more.

Re: The Lockless Door (3a/4)

(Anonymous) 2014-06-29 12:57 pm (UTC)(link)
OP here.

Of course I'm still interested in this <3
Also I love Sherlock constantly pretending he's fine, when he isn't really.

Re: The Lockless Door (3a/4)

(Anonymous) 2014-08-06 07:07 pm (UTC)(link)
please please please continue this.

Re: The Lockless Door (3a/4)

(Anonymous) 2014-09-01 02:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Can we hope that there is another part to this, A!A