How We Unfold (SherlockBBC; Johnlock)
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"My movements are frantic now, I'm reaching again. I am on the street, he lies before me. If I can just get to him. If I could just-
'John'.
The low rhythmic tone of his voice swims in the air. I look for him, my eyes examine his lifeless body. His lips do not move.
'John, it's time to wake up now.'
I grab for him but I cannot reach, I can never reach him. I'm yelling for him, my voice begs for him to stop; just get up, Sherlock. Just get up. But he does not move. And I am spiraling further away. Everything changes, the hospital is gone, I am no longer on the ground. I am sinking into a great sea.
'It is only a dream.'
His voice snakes it's way down to me and wraps around my sinking body. He is pulling me from the muddy depths, a pale light illuminates the distant surface. In the gelid water that cocoons my flesh, his voice is warmth.
'Wake up, John'."
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Sherlock isn't dead. He's alive and well, and always watching over John. Waiting for the right time to come back to his blogger and friend. But he can't until the last of the three snipers is taken care of, and he knows John is safe. But a new evil lurks in the dark. And John and Sherlock have caught it's eye. As Sherlock struggles to return to his friend and John struggles to move on after Sherlock's supposed death, this new dark power grows more interested in the pair. Now the duo will be put to the test, facing a new nemesis, as well as each other.
Worlds collide as the intimate lives of the BBC characters intertwine and each must face their own darkness.
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