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The Faintest Trace of Sound

Title: The Faintest Trace of Sound
Author: ciaranbochna 
John, Sherlock, Skull, mentions of Bob
Fandom: Sherlock/Dresden Files crossover Fourth in series
Disclaimer: I own neither the characters nor the world. This one is not beta'd so all confusion is owed to me.
Length: 466 words 
Rating: PG
A/N: Fourth in the series, I do not have a name for it yet, sorry.  Title from "Corner" by Blue Stahli (please look him up, brilliant artist).  Continuing from Catching up So little time....   Synedoche Read more...  and The Other Side of Night Follow the curtain... 
Warnings: Mentions of murder

Humanity is a cacophony of the pointlessness and stupidity. If I had ears to render I would have ripped out my cochlea an eternity ago.

I cherish the moments when you are all unaware, trapped in unconscious desires for a few hours each night. I spread my awareness over the earth, following the blessed silence and the setting sun.

Some of you resist sleep so much, as if afraid of letting repressed parts of yourself free. Bob and I could care less about plans to kill your neighbour, build a bomb to destroy a church, or run rampant with your best friend’s significant other. You have so little imagination  There hasn’t been much progress since a bit of cosmic dust pulsed with a tiny organism in a pool of scum.

I wasn’t expecting brilliance of course. Though I have learned from my disappointment over billions of years—difficult not to, really.


 “Sherlock! When was the last time you used that bed of yours?”

“Tuesday. For three hours after the Belgrave case.”

“That was last Friday. Are you telling me you haven’t slept in five days?”

“Possibly. There is always micro sleep John. As you pointed out, I do that at times.”

“Some days I wonder how you survive intact. You need a minder, and I am not your bloody mum!”

“I am aware of that. The obvious stubble makes the case.”

“Fine. Make a joke. Become psychotic and go on a rampage like Donovan expects you to!”

“I think you are overreacting to an insignificant detail John. You have lost some sleep yourself”

“Yes, of course I am overreacting Sherlock! What else could it be? I must be completely irrational to think you need sleep like the rest of us. For the record I get more than you.”

A door slams.


 Sherlock sputters and grabs his violin from under the chair, attacking the instrument. Something fast, yet mournful bleeds from the strings. It is Romany, interpreted by Telemann if I am not mistaken. I never am.

I could force him to sleep again, but today I preferred the carnage of the words between them, and the aftermath. The silence will come soon enough, but it must be preceded by chaos 

It starts with the fall before you dream. The twitch of muscles as your unconscious drags you away. Humanity is filled with creativity, boundless energy--and you waste it. I can use it. We will use it.

They call insomnia an epidemic, and perhaps it is. It takes a specific plague to wipe out an infestation on a global level. And this is how we begin.

One day there will be silence again. My world will be more than your dreams, and I will use your stolen time to build.


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Mar. 27th, 2011 08:07 pm (UTC)
One of these days I'm going to have to get round to watching Dresden files. Lovely use of language. Stuck in that flat I can't blame the skull at all for plotting.
Mar. 27th, 2011 08:59 pm (UTC)
Oh you must read the books first, but I know your time constraints:) Harry is still my favourite fictional character next to Sherlock. The tv series was different, but still well done. You can borrow it from one of us..lol

Well even a skull has to relive the boredom;)

Apparently writing just begets more writing--imagine that..lol
Mar. 27th, 2011 08:59 pm (UTC)
Oh and thanks:) Sorry, meant to say that, haven't had enough tea or something today.
Mar. 28th, 2011 06:06 am (UTC)
hmmmm.... *speculative looks at the skull....and the violin*

cool :D
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