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From Above

Title: From Above
Author: [info]ciaranbochna 
Sherlock, John
Disclaimer: I own neither the characters nor the world.
Length: 462 words 
Rating:  G

He can see the silver flash in the stream below, down on the river's edge where he should be. Dad's hair blows in the breeze, copper and gold. Dad stands in the middle of the stream, flicking his fishing rod expertly back and forth before the line drops lightly into the water. His dad tells him this place is part of a reserve, and no one else would bother to trek though the bush to get here, so it is their secret.

John hates fishing, but dad insists that he come with him every summer. John loves the Alder trees. You can see so far down the stream, and he loves watching from up here. John doesn't have the "touch" as dad calls it. Dad tells him it takes practice, but John would rather sit in the crook of the branches, and  smell the water and the wind. He peels a bit of bark off with his fingernail and flicks it out, watching the breeze take it across the water. Dad turns his head and smiles up at him, his nose crinkling when he sees John through the leaves.

John doesn't think fishing is about catching anything, and he doesn't mind so much when they drive out here (even if he pretends he is being tortured).


"Sherlock, what do you know about fishing?"

Sherlock puts down his fork, leaving the omlette he is toying with. He raises an eyebrow at John.

"Fishing? I wouldn't have thought it was an activity you would enjoy, John."

John gets up from the table and goes to snatch the paper off the sitting room table.

"Nevermind. I should have known better than to ask." John sits in his chair and flicks the paper open. He steadfastly ignores Sherlock when he hears him get up. John sees the shadow over the top of the paper, but doesn't look up.

"This is important to you." Sherlock states, pushing the paper down with one finger and leaning in.

John sighs and closes his eyes. "It's almost like you're a detective or something." He grimaces. "Forget it, I am sure you would be bored to death."

Sherlock kneels down in front of him. John presses back into his chair, wary.

"I would be honoured to visit your father's secret fishing spot."

John blinks quickly and looks away. "I am not going to ask how you know, you always do. Well. You'll need hip waders and something other than a silk shirt. I have the fishing rods. Oh god this is going to be a disaster." John smiles at Sherlock.

"Disaster. Doesn't sound boring John. Let's go." Sherlock drags John out of his chair and up the stairs to get the equipment.

John hopes the alder is still there.


For Darrell and John Jr.


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Jun. 14th, 2011 08:06 pm (UTC)
Thank you I am glad you did:)

P.S. love the SG icon;)
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Jun. 14th, 2011 08:06 pm (UTC)
There are..lol
Jun. 15th, 2011 04:59 am (UTC)
Sherlock in hip waders. HEEEE!

Thanks for this. *hugs you tight*
Jun. 15th, 2011 05:41 am (UTC)
I know, it would be good..lol

You're welcome *smishes back*
Jun. 18th, 2011 01:23 am (UTC)
This was so lovely! It left me with a hugh grin and, not gonna lie, just a little bit misty.
Jun. 18th, 2011 01:53 am (UTC)
Thank you:) I dedicated it my father(who died when I was 6) and his brother. So I was a little misty writing it too.
Jun. 20th, 2011 11:05 am (UTC)

It's such a gorgeous piece, the feeling of it is just perfect. It gives my heart a little ache.
Jun. 20th, 2011 07:59 pm (UTC)
Oh well, thanks:)
Jun. 20th, 2011 03:26 am (UTC)
I love the image of Sherlock and John in fishing garb, and that John doesn't even have to ask and Sherlock is automatically willing to go with him <3 Even in the stories you write that aren't necessarily shippy their love is so true.
Jun. 20th, 2011 08:00 pm (UTC)
Yes, I decided not to make Sherlock a prat for a change..lol Thank you, they do have one of those relationships I think:)
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