Fourth story in Bittersweet is up. So many feels. I think this is a good ending to the series.
Demons – Sherlock acts out, but it leads to some necessary conversations between Greg and Sherlock.
teaser below the cut
ate in the morning Greg got a call to a scene. It didn’t seem that bad so he didn’t bother texting Sherlock about it. One thing led to another and it was four days before he realized he hadn’t heard from Sherlock at all. He texted and didn’t get an answer. Figuring he might be on a case he decided to give him some space.
When two more days had passed without any contact, Greg started to get worried. He went first to Baker Street and learned he hadn’t been home in at least a day. Cursing, he went back out to his car. He looked at himself in the rearview mirror and ran a hand through his hair. He should have paid closer attention. If Sherlock was hurting himself…shaking his head he started the car. It had been a long time, but he still knew a few places to go look.
The third club he walked into he spotted a familiar form in the corner. Taking a breath, he walked over. Sherlock was making out with a young blonde man. It was like a knife twisted in his gut, but he put a hand on Sherlock’s shoulder. Starting, Sherlock raised his head and looked up at the inspector. He was high, at least going by his eyes. Greg squeezed.
“Hey, old man,” the object of Sherlock’s attention growled at him. “Shove off.”
“No, I don’t think so. I think it’s quite time for him to leave.”
The stranger reached for Sherlock’s hand. “You going to let your dad stop us when we’re just getting started?”
Sherlock got unsteadily to his feet. “Not my Dad.” He twisted in Greg’s hand and snogged him sloppily.”
Greg went very still, peeling Sherlock off him. The blonde stood, just a few inches taller. “Sugar daddy?”
“None of the above.” Greg met his eyes.
“Yeah, probably can’t get it up anyway.”
Greg seemed to barely move, but the blonde was stumbling back, grabbing his bloody nose. “Wanker punched me!” He waved in Greg’s direction.