FIc: Little things - Chapter 31 of 62 - Broken

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Title: Little things
Author: bradspyjamas
Beta: ​The incomparable kizzia 
Rating: PG13 - mpreg with mentions of sex but nothing graphic (although Chapter 24 is pushing the boundries!)
Status: WIP - all chapters written but later ones being edited.
Tags: Johnlock, Post-Reichenbach, Mpreg, Omegaverse (my own version), angst, fluff, established relationship.
Disclaimer: Sherlock belongs to ACD, the BBC, Moffat and Gatiss - no copyright infringement intended.
Summary: John held himself together after Sherlock jumped but the emotional strain was enormous and Sherlock didn't fare much better. When Sherlock finally returned they were both just so glad to reaffirm their bond they didn't really think about the future, or if they did they simply assumed their lives would carry on as they always had. 

Needless to say they soon discover that their prolonged separation has had a very specific effect on John; the results of which mean nothing will ever be the same again.

Told entirely in 221B’s this story charts all the little things Sherlock and John experience as their lives change forever.  

The B’s so far are Blood, Breathe, Bag, Beta, Bucket, Brother, Brilliant, Bet, Best, Bother, Bang, Bleak, Beginning, Baby, Born, Biscuit, Beneath, Bump, Basement, Beetroot, Blimp, Blur, Benedict, Beg, Break, Butterfly, Boy, Brooding, Bemused, Blue & Broken.

Author's Note: This isn't standard Omegaverse because, as I'm not comfortable writing dub/non-con scenes, I decided to create my own version. If you want to know more about it, I've done an explanatory post here.

Chapter 31 - Broken

‘We don’t have to talk about this here,’ John says when Sherlock opens his eyes again, ‘we don’t have to talk about it at all if you don’t want to.’

‘It’s … fine. I want to,’ Sherlock’s voice is so quiet John has to shift his chair closer to hear him, ‘He was … bright, John, luminous. He lit up everything around him and he could make even the dullest thing sparkle. He and Mycroft spent hours with me when I was little. They thought my precociousness was something to be encouraged not smothered. Mycroft would explain things, he never tired of my questions, my need to understand and Sherrinford … well he showed me where the beauty was in everything, showed me how to take my gift for looking and really see. He was the one who persuaded Father to let Mummy buy me a violin and lessons for my fifth birthday.’

Sherlock’s hand finds John’s and he laces their fingers together.

‘He died the summer before I turned seven. No mystery, nothing sinister. He was home from Cambridge, Mycroft back from school. They’d gone hacking together and Ford misjudged a hedge … he came off and the horse landed on top of him … He was dead before Mycroft could get help … He was just gone,’ Sherlock’s voice finally cracks, ‘and everything was … broken.’

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[bradspyjamas.livejournal.com]

Sorry to make you sniff! I'm glad you like the bit with the violin. It all became head cannon after ASiB and I've been wanting to write this storyline ever since.