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Challenge fanfic
Jun. 19th, 2016 12:07 amMissing Moments Challenge: Write about a missing scene; Wordless: Dialogue-free Challenge
Fandom: Elementary
Warnings: Spoilers for Season 4 finale
Word Count: 467
Joan tapped the glass, gestured toward the curb, and shoved a twenty into the slot as the cab slowed to a stop. She barely noted the cabbie's grateful wave as she gathered herself to step out onto the street. Unusually for her, she stumbled on the exit, and, steadying herself on the open cab door, realized that she was light-headed and bone-tired. She took a deep breath, closed the car door, and took three firm steps to the sidewalk. Looking up at the brownstone steps, she realized that it had been scarecely more than 48 hours ago that they'd gone home to find a homemade bomb in their parlour, and that the ensuing hours had been so strenuous--stimulating at points, yes, she had gotten a charge out of the caper with Vikner and the phone, and horrible, too, seeing that self-same man's body crumpled in the warehouse. Oh, god, the relief that it hadn't been Morland Holmes lying there dead. She'd been so drained by it that she'd barely registered Sherlock rushing off with hardly a blurted word--though it did occur to her that perhaps that had been his response to the relief, needing to get away so his emotions wouldn't show--leaving her test her calm by spending an hour and a half debriefing with Agent Burke back at headquarters. In her still-heightened state, it was a challenge that she had rather relished, and accomplished smoothly as far as she knew, but no doubt it had contributed to her current sense of depletion.
As she willed herself to mount the steps to home, she caught a flash of movement out of the corner of her eye, and turned to see a figure move out from the shadows of the side passage. She gasped, and the figure turned toward her, just as a black SUV rounded the corner, shining its headlights on the face of -- Morland Holmes. Joan faltered as the flash of the expression on his face caught her in alarm--the intense, deep, unguarded sadness. She parted her lips to call out, but as the car pulled up, the face was once again in darkness, though she was sure she could see the eyes glittering, as Sherlock's father turned fully toward her, bowed deeply, then moved to be shephered briskly into the SUV by two looming figures. As the car pulled away, only just not screeching the tires, she was sure she saw a hand raise in the back window.
She actually watched the car recede down the street, realized her mind was at the moment completely blank, and looked up at the door of the brownstone, wondering what she would find behind it. Quickly trotting up the stairs, she found a sudden reserve of energy, and decided firmly that hot fudge sundaes were very much in order.
Fandom: Elementary
Warnings: Spoilers for Season 4 finale
Word Count: 467
Joan tapped the glass, gestured toward the curb, and shoved a twenty into the slot as the cab slowed to a stop. She barely noted the cabbie's grateful wave as she gathered herself to step out onto the street. Unusually for her, she stumbled on the exit, and, steadying herself on the open cab door, realized that she was light-headed and bone-tired. She took a deep breath, closed the car door, and took three firm steps to the sidewalk. Looking up at the brownstone steps, she realized that it had been scarecely more than 48 hours ago that they'd gone home to find a homemade bomb in their parlour, and that the ensuing hours had been so strenuous--stimulating at points, yes, she had gotten a charge out of the caper with Vikner and the phone, and horrible, too, seeing that self-same man's body crumpled in the warehouse. Oh, god, the relief that it hadn't been Morland Holmes lying there dead. She'd been so drained by it that she'd barely registered Sherlock rushing off with hardly a blurted word--though it did occur to her that perhaps that had been his response to the relief, needing to get away so his emotions wouldn't show--leaving her test her calm by spending an hour and a half debriefing with Agent Burke back at headquarters. In her still-heightened state, it was a challenge that she had rather relished, and accomplished smoothly as far as she knew, but no doubt it had contributed to her current sense of depletion.
As she willed herself to mount the steps to home, she caught a flash of movement out of the corner of her eye, and turned to see a figure move out from the shadows of the side passage. She gasped, and the figure turned toward her, just as a black SUV rounded the corner, shining its headlights on the face of -- Morland Holmes. Joan faltered as the flash of the expression on his face caught her in alarm--the intense, deep, unguarded sadness. She parted her lips to call out, but as the car pulled up, the face was once again in darkness, though she was sure she could see the eyes glittering, as Sherlock's father turned fully toward her, bowed deeply, then moved to be shephered briskly into the SUV by two looming figures. As the car pulled away, only just not screeching the tires, she was sure she saw a hand raise in the back window.
She actually watched the car recede down the street, realized her mind was at the moment completely blank, and looked up at the door of the brownstone, wondering what she would find behind it. Quickly trotting up the stairs, she found a sudden reserve of energy, and decided firmly that hot fudge sundaes were very much in order.
