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Title: Bells
Author: ciaranbochna
Characters: John, Sherlock, Mycroft, OC
Disclaimer: I own neither the characters nor the world.
Length:  261 Words
Rating: PG
Summary: "He hits the bowl once..."
Spoilers: Through end of 2x03

Jeff had bought the Tibetan singing bowl from one of the kids that hung around the camp, selling everything from bootleg DVDs to 19th century Persian rugs. Everyone had teased him mercilessly when he brought it into the tent. Except John. The second Jeff had hit the tiny wooden striker against the black metal bowl, John had stumbled on the way to his cot.

He waited until everyone had left the room and walked over to Jeff.

“Would you hit that again?” He asked.

Jeff started, looking up at John with watery green eyes. “Oh, sure.  The kid told me that you can run the striker around the edge if you want a quieter build of sound.” Jeff lets the bowl sit in the palm of his hand, fingers not touching the sides. He moves the striker slowly around the outside edge of the bowl, and John closes his eyes.

He stares at the gold/black designs until his eyes protest, and picks up the striker. He hits the bowl once, and runs the wood around the outside edge. The tone crawls behind his ribs, up his throat, and erases the tang of blood, the feel of Jeff’s artery pulsing under his fingers, the sweet/rotten smell in his nose.

“Watch it.”

“It interferes with my ability to concentrate, and there is one member I have yet to—“


The laptop is dropped in front of him, and a hand squeezes his shoulder painfully.

He watches. For three hours he hears the bowl ring. He doesn’t notice when Mycroft leaves, when his limbs go numb.


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Mar. 3rd, 2012 11:22 am (UTC)
how did I miss this? Oh yeah... I was woefully absent from the internet.

Have I told you how everything you write is INSANELY beautiful? Seriously, your writing style is just the most lovely, dream-like thing, and I adore it.
Mar. 3rd, 2012 07:40 pm (UTC)
Oh, well. *blushes* I wasn't sure what I accomplished about this one, but thank you:)
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