Treat for Tazlet: Get Down
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holmesticeTitle: Get Down
Recipient: tazlet
Author:monkiainen
Verse: Elementary
Characters/Pairings: Sherlock Holmes & Tommy Gregson
Rating: PG
Warnings: Implied drug use
Summary: Life is a journey - sometimes it takes people to places they never thought they would end up in.
Life is a journey, someone once said. Who knows if that someone meant that metaphorically or not, but one thing is for sure – that person had never met one Sherlock Holmes. With Sherlock practically every day was a journey of some kind, if one cared to look deeper.
Tommy Gregson knew all this perhaps better than anyone else.
On paper he and Sherlock shouldn't even be able to work together, let alone form a friendship. They were the opposite sides of the coin, and quite literally in some cases. And yet, somehow, they made it happen.
Tommy journeyed for a long, long time without even realising it at first. That is the way of life – it teaches you lessons when you are the least aware of them. Had it made him a better person? He hoped so.
The road is so long, and it feels like he has been travelling it for ages. Crime never stops in New York City, and neither do the officers of NYPD. Tommy is so tired, so tired of everything. After his divorce, after all the bad things, everything went wrong.
What’s the point of it anymore? If it wasn’t for his children, he would have ended his life already, or so he says later on. Everyone knows though that Tommy Gregson would never take the coward's way out for multiple reasons – he's the kind of man who would rather carry the weight of the world on his shoulders than cause sorrow and heartbreak for everyone else, even if it would kill him.
The lukewarm beer tastes like ashes in his mouth, so he orders rum and coke instead. Then he realizes it was her favourite drink and suddenly swallowing the brown liquid feels like choking. Tommy drinks it anyway because then it all would be over.
It does not stop.
Tommy tries to burrow his sorrow and grief and guilt into his glass – only a few more drinks and then he has accomplished his goal.
"I think you should stop now."
It’s only weeks later when Tommy finds out it was Sherlock of all people who took him back to his place and made sure he got in bed instead of collapsing in the floor. He has no recollection of those hours – is it a good thing or bad thing, he does not know yet.
Many people thinks Sherlock is heartless and only cares about facts and solving cases. But it's not true, no, never. Those who know Sherlock well know that deep inside his sarcastic and aloof frontier there is a man with a big heart and wide emotions. Tommy can't blame Sherlock for being the way he is – what else would you do to protect yourself if your father was like Mycroft Holmes? Sherlock has never explained it thoroughly, but what information Tommy has been able to gather it seems like the older Holmes took over the crime organization Sherlock tried to crash down countlessly over the years. If that's not betrayal then Tommy doesn't know what is.
If Tommy is being honest with himself, and he is at least now, he would admit that Sherlock has been the only constant thing in his life for quite some time. Yes, Sherlock is unpredictable and annoying and has the tendency of not telling anything important to Tommy if he feels like it, but he is still Tommy's Sherlock. Tommy is not quite sure if he is Sherlock's Tommy, but at the moment he is content with how things are.
* * *
It felt like eternity when he hadn’t felt so sick. Waves of nausea took turns with sharp pain on his lower abdomen and chilling shivers. His whole body was shaking, and from time to time darkness took over. Sherlock didn't know which was worse – this, or overcoming his drug addiction. They were both painful, both in mind and in body.
To Sherlock it felt as the clear moments of consciousness were getting even more shallow and painful – for a moment darkness seemed like a good option. No one would miss him anyway. Well, no one from his birth family would, that was for sure. The family he had made for himself was another case entirely.
It was his fault anyway, for anyone in their right mind would have stayed away from a serial killer. But not Sherlock. No. He just had to get inside the killer’s head, no matter what. The previously magnificent idea was now just echoes in the dark, nothing more. Like Sherlock himself.
Sherlock knows though that Tommy is somewhere, searching him with Joan and Marcus and everyone else he considers his family. One thing you can always trust is that Tommy Gregson will have your back no matter what, even when you have done nothing to earn it. In fact Sherlock has probably hurt the older man more than he should, with his thoughtless words and countless mistakes. Why Tommy still feels that Sherlock is worth saving is a mystery to Sherlock.
Sherlock does not believe in any deities or higher powers – there is no god to look over them, no prophets telling them how they are supposed to live their lives so they can be saved in afterlife. Sherlock believes in facts, in science; they are things that can be proved and are not based on faith. Sherlock thinks that is not the way Tommy sees the world; the captain is after all of Irish descendant so it would make sense he is raised with religion in his core. That is something they have never really discussed, but Sherlock bases his theory with statistics and information. He could be wrong, of course, but more likely he is not.
The swirling liquid in the syringe looks so beautiful. The motion creates all sorts of patterns in the poisonous mix: flashes, cubes, stripes.
A small voice inside his head tries to tell him it hasn’t been long enough for him to have another fix, but Sherlock ignores it. He has become very good at ignoring his inner voice lately, because all it wants is for him to suffer, to feel the consequences of his actions. He does not want to feel those things, the remainders of his shortcomings and how he couldn't save everyone. This… this is what he needs now, to be better and brighter and not feeling quite so much. He just can’t take it anymore, and the liquid poison will make him numb. Nobody can understand what he’s going through, even if his friends try their best. Tommy… no, don’t go there. Tommy had enough issues of his own, he didn’t need to know about Sherlock’s as well. Sherlock was more than capable of taking care of himself.
Who needs feelings anyway? Feelings are useless. They are only slowing down his logical thought process, causing Sherlock to make mistakes.
A hand on his shoulder stops him before Sherlock can inject himself. Without looking Sherlock knows it's Tommy, his anchor in the dark. How the older man found him Sherlock does not know, but he's happy he did. Sometimes even the geniuses need reminding that they are not alone in this world.
The syringe has disappeared somewhere, and Sherlock does not really care where it went. They are sitting in silent, shoulder to shoulder, but it's not one of those suffocating silences that make you do the stupidest of things.
Life is a journey, and theirs has only begun.
Recipient: tazlet
Author:
monkiainenVerse: Elementary
Characters/Pairings: Sherlock Holmes & Tommy Gregson
Rating: PG
Warnings: Implied drug use
Summary: Life is a journey - sometimes it takes people to places they never thought they would end up in.
Life is a journey, someone once said. Who knows if that someone meant that metaphorically or not, but one thing is for sure – that person had never met one Sherlock Holmes. With Sherlock practically every day was a journey of some kind, if one cared to look deeper.
Tommy Gregson knew all this perhaps better than anyone else.
On paper he and Sherlock shouldn't even be able to work together, let alone form a friendship. They were the opposite sides of the coin, and quite literally in some cases. And yet, somehow, they made it happen.
Tommy journeyed for a long, long time without even realising it at first. That is the way of life – it teaches you lessons when you are the least aware of them. Had it made him a better person? He hoped so.
The road is so long, and it feels like he has been travelling it for ages. Crime never stops in New York City, and neither do the officers of NYPD. Tommy is so tired, so tired of everything. After his divorce, after all the bad things, everything went wrong.
What’s the point of it anymore? If it wasn’t for his children, he would have ended his life already, or so he says later on. Everyone knows though that Tommy Gregson would never take the coward's way out for multiple reasons – he's the kind of man who would rather carry the weight of the world on his shoulders than cause sorrow and heartbreak for everyone else, even if it would kill him.
The lukewarm beer tastes like ashes in his mouth, so he orders rum and coke instead. Then he realizes it was her favourite drink and suddenly swallowing the brown liquid feels like choking. Tommy drinks it anyway because then it all would be over.
It does not stop.
Tommy tries to burrow his sorrow and grief and guilt into his glass – only a few more drinks and then he has accomplished his goal.
"I think you should stop now."
It’s only weeks later when Tommy finds out it was Sherlock of all people who took him back to his place and made sure he got in bed instead of collapsing in the floor. He has no recollection of those hours – is it a good thing or bad thing, he does not know yet.
Many people thinks Sherlock is heartless and only cares about facts and solving cases. But it's not true, no, never. Those who know Sherlock well know that deep inside his sarcastic and aloof frontier there is a man with a big heart and wide emotions. Tommy can't blame Sherlock for being the way he is – what else would you do to protect yourself if your father was like Mycroft Holmes? Sherlock has never explained it thoroughly, but what information Tommy has been able to gather it seems like the older Holmes took over the crime organization Sherlock tried to crash down countlessly over the years. If that's not betrayal then Tommy doesn't know what is.
If Tommy is being honest with himself, and he is at least now, he would admit that Sherlock has been the only constant thing in his life for quite some time. Yes, Sherlock is unpredictable and annoying and has the tendency of not telling anything important to Tommy if he feels like it, but he is still Tommy's Sherlock. Tommy is not quite sure if he is Sherlock's Tommy, but at the moment he is content with how things are.
It felt like eternity when he hadn’t felt so sick. Waves of nausea took turns with sharp pain on his lower abdomen and chilling shivers. His whole body was shaking, and from time to time darkness took over. Sherlock didn't know which was worse – this, or overcoming his drug addiction. They were both painful, both in mind and in body.
To Sherlock it felt as the clear moments of consciousness were getting even more shallow and painful – for a moment darkness seemed like a good option. No one would miss him anyway. Well, no one from his birth family would, that was for sure. The family he had made for himself was another case entirely.
It was his fault anyway, for anyone in their right mind would have stayed away from a serial killer. But not Sherlock. No. He just had to get inside the killer’s head, no matter what. The previously magnificent idea was now just echoes in the dark, nothing more. Like Sherlock himself.
Sherlock knows though that Tommy is somewhere, searching him with Joan and Marcus and everyone else he considers his family. One thing you can always trust is that Tommy Gregson will have your back no matter what, even when you have done nothing to earn it. In fact Sherlock has probably hurt the older man more than he should, with his thoughtless words and countless mistakes. Why Tommy still feels that Sherlock is worth saving is a mystery to Sherlock.
Sherlock does not believe in any deities or higher powers – there is no god to look over them, no prophets telling them how they are supposed to live their lives so they can be saved in afterlife. Sherlock believes in facts, in science; they are things that can be proved and are not based on faith. Sherlock thinks that is not the way Tommy sees the world; the captain is after all of Irish descendant so it would make sense he is raised with religion in his core. That is something they have never really discussed, but Sherlock bases his theory with statistics and information. He could be wrong, of course, but more likely he is not.
The swirling liquid in the syringe looks so beautiful. The motion creates all sorts of patterns in the poisonous mix: flashes, cubes, stripes.
A small voice inside his head tries to tell him it hasn’t been long enough for him to have another fix, but Sherlock ignores it. He has become very good at ignoring his inner voice lately, because all it wants is for him to suffer, to feel the consequences of his actions. He does not want to feel those things, the remainders of his shortcomings and how he couldn't save everyone. This… this is what he needs now, to be better and brighter and not feeling quite so much. He just can’t take it anymore, and the liquid poison will make him numb. Nobody can understand what he’s going through, even if his friends try their best. Tommy… no, don’t go there. Tommy had enough issues of his own, he didn’t need to know about Sherlock’s as well. Sherlock was more than capable of taking care of himself.
Who needs feelings anyway? Feelings are useless. They are only slowing down his logical thought process, causing Sherlock to make mistakes.
A hand on his shoulder stops him before Sherlock can inject himself. Without looking Sherlock knows it's Tommy, his anchor in the dark. How the older man found him Sherlock does not know, but he's happy he did. Sometimes even the geniuses need reminding that they are not alone in this world.
The syringe has disappeared somewhere, and Sherlock does not really care where it went. They are sitting in silent, shoulder to shoulder, but it's not one of those suffocating silences that make you do the stupidest of things.
Life is a journey, and theirs has only begun.
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