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31 March 2011 @ 03:32 pm
[fic][holy shit sherlock] Super Nova  
Title: Super Nova
Series: Sherlock BBC
Rating: PG
Words: ~580
Characters/Pairing: Lestrade, Sherlock, John (can be seen as S/J, but I wrote it more gen)
Warnings: Really bad astronomy metaphors, mentions of drugs (but come on, it's Sherlock), Plotless, so very Plotless, and un-beta'd, so please mention any and all mistakes.
Summary: Lestrade likens Sherlock to a star in his mind.

One day in an odd fit of poetic thinking, no doubt the fault of that Masters of Romantic Prose class he had to take in university, Geoff Lestrade likens Sherlock to a star in his mind. It's a thought that comes back to him over and over again. Popping into his head at crime scenes and when filling in paperwork and once, oddly enough, at the grocery store. The more he thinks about it the more accurate the comparison seems to be.

Sherlock is bright and he is brilliant, and he is slowly, very slowly, descending in to self destruction. Sherlock's star is white hot and blinding, completely solitary in its place in the universe. Which might be for the best. Because one day Sherlock is going to collapse under the weight of his own brilliance, or maybe he'll just burn himself out, and any one caught to close is going to dragged down by his gravitational pull in to their own doom.
Lestrade probably shouldn't have taken that Astronomy class either.

Still, it is a simile that only grows more accurate the longer he knows Sherlock. And when he finds Sherlock high off his chain and sick from a hit of bad cocaine Lestrade thinks 'This is it. This is the end. I thought it would be with a bang, but this is an end too.'.
But it's not the end. Actually it feels like a beginning. Sherlock is gone for three months and when he comes back he shines brighter than ever.

But he's still alone. The singularity of his universe. Burning anyone who flies to close, who dares to reach out too far to him.

And then comes Dr. John H. Watson, and Lestrade just can't quite figure him out. At first he thinks John is a planet, caught in orbit around Sherlock, relying on his warmth and light, and one day destined to be caught in Sherlock's destruction. A planet can not affect a sun. To a star a planet might not even matter.

But that's not it, he decides after their third meeting.

Then he thinks that John is a moon. Small and unassuming, not requiring any warmth or care. But he reflects back the light Sherlock gives off, makes it possible for Lestrade and the others to look and see without going blind. And it's still distant, still a relationship that goes only one way.

But that's not quite it either.

He hopes John isn't a comet. A bright blur of movement that rockets in to Sherlock's sphere of gravity only to be flung away faster than he arrived.

Eventually he comes to the conclusion that John is a star too. Not quite so bright maybe, but no less fierce. And as stars Sherlock and John orbit around each other. A dance, a pull, a never ending revolution, each in sync and each apart. Seeming even brighter together than when alone and destined to share the same fate one day, but in equality, not in one destroying the other.

They are a binary in a universe of only two.

Or maybe there are others in that universe, not nearly so brilliant and galaxies apart. So distant that their presence doesn't register, doesn't even matter, a certainly has no affect on the two that only revolve around each other.

Lestrade lifts his drink to his lips, takes a deep swig, and decides he shouldn't philosophize on beer. Maybe he shouldn't philosophize at all.

archea2archea2 on March 31st, 2011 09:18 pm (UTC)
Beautifully written, and I loved the melancholic lucidity in those last paragraphs.
█ ♔ █: Yuuko lovestraightrhodes on April 1st, 2011 02:28 am (UTC)
Thank you, I'm always worried that my writing is too rambling and not concise enough.
sabrinaphynnsabrinaphynn on March 31st, 2011 11:47 pm (UTC)
this was lovely... I really like the imagery.. Have another beer Lestrade, I like how you think. :)~
█ ♔ █straightrhodes on April 1st, 2011 02:29 am (UTC)
Re: Ooo...
Thanks! The imagery, I don't even know how I came up with those similes, too many sleeping pills maybe o.O
sethra2000sethra2000 on April 1st, 2011 12:05 am (UTC)
Wow, utterly brialliant, and so very acurate to boot *mems*
█ ♔ █: Mokona lovestraightrhodes on April 1st, 2011 02:31 am (UTC)
Thank you! I'm glad the hour I spent typing this up during Chinese Culture 320 was not wasted, haha.
r34dinglight: office colour swirlr34dinglight on April 1st, 2011 01:33 am (UTC)
Love Lestrade pulling this flash of inspiration together while having a drink; I can see it happening like that. Random images and thoughts that come to mind, and despite their accuracy are dismissed far too quickly.

Great job!
█ ♔ █: Yuuko lovestraightrhodes on April 1st, 2011 02:31 am (UTC)
Thanks! That's kind of what happened to me. I got that metaphor in my head and I couldn't get rid of it until I typed this.
cinderbella333 on April 1st, 2011 11:53 am (UTC)
This was really well-done. I liked this as a character study. Not only for Sherlock, but also John and Lestrade too. Very nice.
█ ♔ █: Meganestraightrhodes on April 4th, 2011 06:33 am (UTC)
Thanks! I'm glad I portrayed them all well.
(Anonymous) on April 1st, 2011 02:26 pm (UTC)
Like Algol,the winking demon,Sherlock is a variable star.Nice analogy,thankyou.
AD absolutelyadabsolutely on April 5th, 2011 03:04 am (UTC)
Lovely imagery. Beer does lead to that sorta musing (G)
█ ♔ █straightrhodes on April 6th, 2011 06:35 pm (UTC)
The only thing I tend to muse on when drunk is "where the hell did I kick off my shoes?". But that's probably just me, haha. Thanks for the comment!