Title: The Stars Shine For You – A 221B
Author's Name: Laura Sichrovsky
Word Count: 221
Pairing: Sherlock/John – Pre slash
Spoilers: None really.
Summary: John's thoughts on a starry night.
Disclaimer: This is where I put the statement saying that I do not own John or Sherlock, (Heh! I wish!), or anything relating to the show or books. No one is paying me to do this and if you feel the sudden urge to send me gifts, you might want to talk to someone about that. Mark Gatiss and Steven Moffat own all things Sherlock and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle owns Holmes and Watson. None of them have given me permission to use these characters as I have so if you have problems with the story, please send the pretzel bombs to me, not them. (Though if you could actually send a pretzel bomb to ACD, I'd be impressed.)
Author's Notes: Thanks need to be given, and here is where they go. Thanks to Mark Gatiss and Steven Moffat for giving me a Sherlock I can get behind. Thanks to Benedict Cumberbatch and Martin Freeman for making this Sherlock and John so amazing. I tried to fight it, but they were just too remarkable not to fall for. Big thank yous to Emma de los Nardos and Gemma for the super-fast beta jobs. Thank you to Elin for reading this over for me and giving me the ending. And my biggest thank yous to my guiding influence and my best friend, Ann. She's the best beta ever and the Sherlock to my John. Without her, I am nothing. (Couldn't do it without you, love. Wouldn't want to try.)
The Stars Shine for You
There are stars in the sky the night John first realizes how he feels. Well, there are stars in the sky every night, but they seem particularly bright this night as he and Sherlock stand looking up at them. In the heart of the city, they are washed out by the artificial illumination, but here, in the backyard of a rural inn, the air crisp and cold around them, the stars look like diamonds on velvet.
John turns to Sherlock to say this, knowing it's sappy and sentimental, but not really caring and finds himself rendered speechless. The soft glow of night gives Sherlock's skin a luminescence. Sherlock must sense John looking at him because he turns, his eyebrow quirking in a questioning half-smile. A flood of emotions wash over John, each stronger than the last; happiness, loyalty, admiration, love.
The last one gives John pause. He wants to fight it, but standing there, looking at Sherlock in the silence of a country night, he accepts it for what it is. John steps closer to Sherlock and reaches out, taking his hand. Sherlock's eyes widen in surprise and then he smiles, giving John's hand a gentle squeeze. John is sure that soon he'll kiss Sherlock under these stars, but for now they are content to just enjoy the sky so bright.