The Bollocks Series, Addictive Personality
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jackwabbitAddictive Personality
Fandom: Sherlock (BBC)
Rated: PG (Language)
Category: 221B Fic. Gen. Mycroft POV. Sherlock, John, Mycroft.
Series: One. (Occurs at the end of A Study in Pink.)
Spoilers: None per se.
Summary: An addict is always an addict. It’s just the drug that changes.
Word Count: Why, 221 (and ending with a “B” word), of course!
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Even as a child, my brother had a tendency to obsess over details.
At five, he differentiated between pirates and privateers and knew which of history’s great captains were which and when. He knew who changed sides and how often they did so. He knew trade routes and ports of call and he never shut up about any of it.
Our parents called him “quirky.”
I had other words for him.
Later, it was the human body, especially anatomy and physiology, that lit his fire.
I suspect this is why he discovered alcohol younger than most. After all, for him, experience is the best teacher.
I was gone by then. I didn’t know when his so-called quirk turned ugly.
But when liquid turned to pills and then powder, I knew.
I knew, and I’m ashamed to say I did nothing.
Not until it was almost too late.
I had choice words for him then, too, though for different reasons.
Somehow, I got him back, but it was murder, of all things, that saved him.
Time passed.
Things settled.
But now, I see that light in his eyes again as he grins at his companion, and I know I’m in trouble.
Because Sherlock Holmes, the epitome of an addictive personality, has found a new (and dangerously unpredictable) drug in John Watson.
Bollocks.
Fandom: Sherlock (BBC)
Rated: PG (Language)
Category: 221B Fic. Gen. Mycroft POV. Sherlock, John, Mycroft.
Series: One. (Occurs at the end of A Study in Pink.)
Spoilers: None per se.
Summary: An addict is always an addict. It’s just the drug that changes.
Word Count: Why, 221 (and ending with a “B” word), of course!
xxx
Even as a child, my brother had a tendency to obsess over details.
At five, he differentiated between pirates and privateers and knew which of history’s great captains were which and when. He knew who changed sides and how often they did so. He knew trade routes and ports of call and he never shut up about any of it.
Our parents called him “quirky.”
I had other words for him.
Later, it was the human body, especially anatomy and physiology, that lit his fire.
I suspect this is why he discovered alcohol younger than most. After all, for him, experience is the best teacher.
I was gone by then. I didn’t know when his so-called quirk turned ugly.
But when liquid turned to pills and then powder, I knew.
I knew, and I’m ashamed to say I did nothing.
Not until it was almost too late.
I had choice words for him then, too, though for different reasons.
Somehow, I got him back, but it was murder, of all things, that saved him.
Time passed.
Things settled.
But now, I see that light in his eyes again as he grins at his companion, and I know I’m in trouble.
Because Sherlock Holmes, the epitome of an addictive personality, has found a new (and dangerously unpredictable) drug in John Watson.
Bollocks.
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