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01 October 2010 @ 01:04 am
(Sherlock fic) Five Times Sherlock Was Accused Of Murder  
Title: Five Times Sherlock Was Accused Of Murder, And One Time He Wasn't.
Prompt: Here. (Seems redundant to type the title out again.)
Word count: 1300
Rating: PG-13
Category: Gen
Warnings: Violence, death of named character

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I

On a cloudy Monday morning when Sherlock was seventeen his father was found one day in the study with a neat bullet hole precisely between his eyes. Sherlock watched with cold interest as the police detective used a ruler to determine that the shooter had not been one millimetre off when the muzzle of the gun had been pressed against the kneeling man’s skin.

It was Mycroft – serious Mycroft who no one doubted would receive his Oxford First three months later – who held Mummy as she sobbed and screamed as if she had forgotten already all the bitter fights which buzzed which vicious, stinging words and accusations; who arranged endless cups of tea for the policemen; who arranged for the funeral; who vouched steadfastly how devoted to his family Dr Holmes had always been, and how much his family had loved him in return.

And it was Mycroft, too, who demanded evidence and motive over and over again and tried to keep them away from Sherlock, who hadn’t worked out yet how he should be acting.

“You think I did it!” Sherlock accused him furiously, when they were alone.

“Of course I don’t,” Mycroft said. “I know perfectly well you didn’t do it. But they think you did.”

But the investigation came to nothing and was quietly dropped. Later, Sherlock would realise how much of a farce it had been from the very start.

When Mycroft graduated he was immediately swallowed up into the secret service. They had already paid for his soul, after all.


II

Sherlock met Lestrade for the first time on Tuesday evening and woke up Wednesday in a police station holding cell. He was led into a sparse interrogation room and asked if he had been informed of his rights.

“I know them already. And I have no wish to remain silent, thank you.”

Lestrade sighed. Sherlock watched him with interest. He had slept at his desk and hadn’t had a chance to get to his morning coffee yet. He was popular and hardworking but had yet to do anything truly impressive. And it had never occurred to him that he could be read like a book. “So would you like to use your power of speech to confess and make this easier on both of us?” he asked.

Sherlock raised an eyebrow. “That would only make this easier for you, since I am completely innocent of murder.”

“So what were you doing in the victim’s flat?”

“Investigating.”

“You’re a journalist, are you, Mr Holmes?”

“Do I look like a journalist?” Sherlock asked impatiently. “Even someone like you should be able to realise that I am nothing of the sort.”

Even someone like me?”

Sherlock cut him off. This was getting boring. “I was investigating the crime, of course. I can tell you exactly who killed Ms. White.”

Lestrade sighed again. “Since you’re currently my top suspect, I’m not surprised.”

Sherlock clasped his hands together on the metal table and began. He had nearly finished explaining each deduction when Lestrade was called out of the room to be given a report which corroborated Sherlock in every detail (although, in fact, with some quite important details left out).

The murder had been political and so was Big News; enough to earn Lestrade his place at New Scotland Yard.

A couple of weeks later Sherlock received a phone call. Lestrade had an interesting case, and was cautiously willing to see if a fresh pair of eyes would do any good. He recommended that Sherlock come up with a reasonable-sounding title for himself; it would look better in the reports, apparently.


III

The back alley was dark and slick with rain. Sherlock knew this place well.

“You murdered him,” Sally said, in a voice which was as cold and sharp as a sliver of ice.

“I didn’t,” Sherlock said. “Grief is making you irrational.”

“I think you should shut up,” Lestrade said quietly from just behind him.

“You threatened Richard,” Sally said. “I heard you. You told him that if he kept coming here to gamble he would be killed.”

“I was trying to warn him. The men here don’t take kindly to being cheated.”

“Men including you, you mean!” She was suddenly shouting. “And Richard wouldn’t do that!”

“Sally, I think you should try to calm down. I’m truly sorry that your fiancée wasn’t as good a man as you thought he was.”

Lestrade was suddenly between them. “Mr Holmes, I think you should go home now. We can solve this one on our own.”

Sally acted as if he hadn’t spoken. “I don’t care about your accusations of what sort of man he was! I loved him and he loved me. Do you even understand what that means, you psychopathic freak?”

Sherlock remembered his mother screaming in grief at her husband’s death, and how irrational that still seemed. He turned and walked away.


IV

There was some not inconsiderable amusement to be derived from John’s obvious terror as Sgt. Andrews handcuffed the pair of them. “We didn’t do it!” he kept explaining.

“You’re just making it look worse,” Sherlock told him lazily. “Do you know Detective Lestrade?” he asked Andrews.

“Can’t say I do,” Andrews said tersely. “Friend of yours, is he?”

“I’m sure he’ll be showing up soon,” Sherlock said. “I’ve texted him, but he’s always late to parties. It’s a terribly annoying habit, and it’s not as if he has anything better to do on Friday afternoons.”

John glared at him. “Could you please try to take this at least a little bit seriously? We’re being arrested here!”

“It happens,” said Sherlock. “People keep assuming that I’m the murderer.”

“Then maybe you shouldn’t be breaking into active crime scenes. Did you consider that? Or are you building up a reputation so that when you do actually murder someone no one’ll suspect you?”

“Most murders are a result of rage and a disregard of logic,” Sherlock told him. “I am never going to murder anyone.”

“You say that,” John muttered darkly.

Andrews looked somewhere between irritated and perplexed at their exchange. “Do you do this often?”

“Pretty often,” Sherlock said.


V

Lestrade had said, somewhere along that drive at break-neck speed, running traffic lights with the sirens blaring, that if anything had happened to John it would be Sherlock’s fault.

Sherlock hadn’t replied. His head was full of John screaming down the phone before being abruptly cut off.

And now… now his head was filled with nothing at all, a blank. “Tell me who did this to you, John,” he said, quite steadily, because that was more useful than Lestrade buzzing somewhere beside him, telling John to hold on, as if he wasn’t doing that already, and you’ll be okay when they all knew that that was a lie.

“Who did this?” he asked again as John’s blood pushed its way out of his chest, through the scarf Sherlock was pressing desperately against the wound.

John said a name, and then he died.

And Sherlock stayed there on the floor of the top level of the multi-storey car park and for the first time in his life fought against the evidence of his senses, trying to overcome a lifetime of practice to tell them that they were wrong, while Lestrade’s voice rang in the hollow inside him. Your fault…your fault…

He ignored the voices around him, the hands and blankets and more sirens and Lestrade.

John was dead.


VI

On Sunday Sherlock went alone to find the man who had murdered John.

He left with blood on his hands which he washed in the Thames.

No one ever spoke to him about an investigation.
 
 
 
Ariane DeVere: Sherlock - mournfularianedevere on October 1st, 2010 10:55 am (UTC)
Oh my frickin' god. This is terrifying and awesome and I cried at the end.

Fantastic.
Frith: BBC Sherlock - John+Sherlock - museumfrith_in_thorns on October 1st, 2010 04:40 pm (UTC)
Wow, thank you!! Seriously, that makes me extremely happy to hear - I'm very glad that you enjoyed this!
batgurl10batgurl10 on October 1st, 2010 07:11 pm (UTC)
Im confused!!!


was it Mycroft??? killed his daddy and john???
Frith: BBC Sherlock - John+Sherlock - museumfrith_in_thorns on October 1st, 2010 08:06 pm (UTC)
Mycroft killed his father, yes, but not John - some bad guy killed him. :)
Tehomettehomet on October 1st, 2010 07:43 pm (UTC)
Great stuff.

*sobs a little*

Really great.
Frith: BBC Sherlock - Mycroft - umbrellafrith_in_thorns on October 1st, 2010 08:07 pm (UTC)
Aww, thanks!
:D
silver_sandals: beautiful friendshipsilver_sandals on October 1st, 2010 09:30 pm (UTC)
Oh, ouch, ow, oh Sherlock. This is perfect, thanks. Really brilliant. I love the way it's structured, the way it builds up to the end. And oh, I'm not sure which is sadder, seventeen-year-old Sherlock or the end.

And gosh, Mycroft. That's perfect, that's my canon now. Yes.
Frith: BBC Sherlock - John+Sherlock - glassfrith_in_thorns on October 1st, 2010 10:18 pm (UTC)
I don't think anyone's taken any of my stuff to be their canon before! Thank you! :D

I loved writing this fic, it was a really interesting prompt to work from. And I'm really happy that you enjoyed reading it :)
imhitimhit on October 1st, 2010 11:19 pm (UTC)
Wow, this is absolutely brilliant. So good. TOO GOOD. Thank you!
Frith: BBC Sherlock - John+Sherlock - museumfrith_in_thorns on October 2nd, 2010 12:35 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I'm really happy you liked it!
thy3truth_iswonthy3tuth_iswon on October 2nd, 2010 12:38 am (UTC)
You came up with a great original idea of why Sally dislike Sherlock. And why Sherlock has a borderline dislike of the secret service and Mycroft. And the end, the end...

it was good.
Frith: BBC Sherlock - Mycroft - umbrellafrith_in_thorns on October 2nd, 2010 12:36 pm (UTC)
Watership Down icon FTW :D

Thanks! It was interesting to try and work out some reasons for those. I'm happy you enjoyed reading :)
seaberzroseyprosey on October 2nd, 2010 01:15 am (UTC)
T________________________T THAT ENDING

This was amazing. I nearly cried. Just, fantastic. /sniffle
Frith: BBC Sherlock - Sherlock - half facefrith_in_thorns on October 2nd, 2010 12:37 pm (UTC)
Aww, thank you! :D
narannestudynarannestudy on October 2nd, 2010 02:33 am (UTC)
You are fantastic and evil, and I just realised I forgot to swap over to my fandom journal from my study one. Oh well. X3

I nearly cried, at the end there. I love the structure, too. It's a very poetic way of utilising the "five times plus one" prompt, well done.
Frith: BBC Sherlock - John+Sherlock - museumfrith_in_thorns on October 2nd, 2010 12:47 pm (UTC)
I like being evil :> And thank you! I really did enjoy writing this one.
FayJaypandarus on October 2nd, 2010 03:58 am (UTC)
Holy shit. I did NOT see that coming. I mean, sure, I kind of assumed that we'd end up with Sherlock killing somebody - but I definitely didn't foresee that particular development. Eminently logical, though. Damn.

Well done!
Frith: BBC Sherlock - John+Sherlock - glassfrith_in_thorns on October 2nd, 2010 12:48 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I rather hoped I'd be able to surprise people a little :) I'm glad that you liked this!
Pinigir: Sherlock & Johnpinigir on October 3rd, 2010 06:52 pm (UTC)
Loved it! Sad ending!
Frith: BBC Sherlock - John+Sherlock - museumfrith_in_thorns on October 4th, 2010 09:11 pm (UTC)
Thank you!
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Frith: BBC Sherlock - Sherlock - half facefrith_in_thorns on October 4th, 2010 09:13 pm (UTC)
Thank you very much! I thought it would be interesting to try and think of at least a bit of backstory for Sally. The end was my favourite bit to write, ngtl ;)
Sayra: ja - let other pens dwellaryas_zehral on October 6th, 2010 12:26 am (UTC)
Aw. You're mean. Poor Sherlock. *cries*

(Good fic though)
Frith: BBC Sherlock - Sherlock - violinfrith_in_thorns on October 16th, 2010 05:55 pm (UTC)
Thank you! :D
warriorbotwarriorbot on November 5th, 2010 09:29 am (UTC)
Wow - you had me from the beginning - especially the line:

"When Mycroft graduated he was immediately swallowed up into the secret service. They had already paid for his soul, after all."

And that ending. AUGH. *wibbles*
Frith: BBC Sherlock - John+Sherlock - glassfrith_in_thorns on November 8th, 2010 07:51 pm (UTC)
Thank you very much :) I think the beginning one was my favourite, so I'm glad you liked it!
Jennebbyjen on November 8th, 2010 06:54 pm (UTC)
Gasp. Can't say as I'm surprised at the last bit, but still... Poor John. Poor Sherlock.
Frith: BBC Sherlock - John+Sherlock - museumfrith_in_thorns on November 8th, 2010 07:51 pm (UTC)
Thank you!