Never The Same

by PoppyAlexander

Summary:

"He may not have died, but he was never the same man afterwards."

Eight 100-word vignettes illustrating how Sherlock was never the same, after the Fall.

Companion series to my "Road to Home" collection.

Notes:

• Inspired by Saudade by PoppyAlexander

If you have not read my series, "Road to Home," you will need to know that: During the time after faking his death, Sherlock briefly struck up a friendship with a girl with an Autism Spectrum Disorder. He was later kidnapped and held in a small room for an extended period of time.

Both these points are relevant to the "Never The Same" collection.

Enjoy!

Chapter 1: Breathing

“It was the girlfriend, did it.” Lestrade looked apologetic. “Actually.”

“What girlfriend?” Sherlock snarled.

“The live-in girlfriend of the woman you said was the murderer.”

“Well,” John offered. “You got as far as the bedroom, anyway. Just pointed to the wrong side of the bed.” He tried to smile.

Sherlock tented his fingers against his chin, closed his eyes.

“Breathe, Sherlock,” John prompted quietly. “Are you breathing? You’re not breathing.”

Lestrade was practically squirming. “S’alright, mate. You’ll get the next one.”

Sherlock stormed out; the swirl of his coat blew the file off Lestrade’s desk.

“Translation: Fuck right off, mate.”