Hurt Comfort Meme

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Hurt/Comfort - Hurt/comfort
is a fan fiction genre that involves the physical pain or emotional
distress of one character, who is cared for by another character. The
injury, sickness or other kind of hurt allows an exploration of the
characters and their relationship.

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- Roll 1-10 at RNG for a scene, play it out and have fun!

1. INJURY. You've been injured. Broken bones or bleeding out or maybe just a tiny little papercut. The choice is yours.
2. SICKNESS. You're sick and laid up in bed, at home or in a hospital. The severity is up to you.
3. FEAR/ANXIETY. Something is happening and you're scared beyond belief.
4. LOSS OF SENSES. Sight, touch, taste, hearing, smell, etc. You've lost some important sense or ability and now you're left to deal with it.
5. DESPAIR. Nothing is good or right anymore and you can't shake the depression. Maybe that friend of yours can help though...
6. BREAKUP. You've been dumped. You need someone to comfort you, possibly by the one who dumped you.
7. MAKE UP. Fight or break up, it's time to makeup.
8. RESCUED. You've just been held captived and/or tortured for however long and finally, someone has come to the rescue.
9. BAD ROMANCE. Fight, cheated on, abused, whatever the case s, someone else can clearly see
you need comfort from someone who isn't your terrible lover tonight.
10. LOSS. You've experience a loss of some kind and need help getting through it.

Nabbed from hoohaw

Comments

set us up I believe in you

[consultsdetective]

i feel like i'm going to do this wrong. but whatever. 6.

[deduce]

<sub>[ Sherlock is sitting in Lestrade's office, glaring at the cold cases in front of him as though they might be able to console him over the fact that he's just been dumped.

People aren't meant to dump Sherlock Holmes. It's not like he's in relationships all that often, but when he is, he's the one that dumps people. He's far to brilliant to leave, so why on earth is he sat in Greg Lestrade's office, reading about a woman who died six years previously in strange circumstances?

The minute Lestrade returns with two coffees, Sherlock looks up with an incredible scowl on his face. ]</sub>

He dumped me.

pshawww

[consultsdetective]

[ He freezes in the doorway and looks around, like maybe someone else came in while he was out and started talking or... being talked at by Sherlock. It lasts for the briefest of moments and then he's continuing in, expression admirably professional about it. Sherlock wanted to talk, okay then. When you've seen a man as a drug user, there are always worse possibilities to come back to.

Lestrade takes a seat, puts Sherlock's cup down in front of him. ]

Okay. What happened?

don't you pshaw me

[deduce]

I told you what happened. He dumped me.

_{[ And he's not even sure why. He pulls his cup closer and glares down into it, thinking about the last conversation they had. ]}

He said that I'm too obsessed with Moriarty and that I need to pick one or the other. I'm not obsessed with him, I just think it's important to know your enemy.

_{[ This is where he looks up at Lestrade. ]} What do you think?

I will pshaw forever

[consultsdetective]

[ There's a flicker of exasperation because of course Sherlock would answer so literally. But at least he gets around to it. ]

Depends. Who are we talking about?

no how dare you

[deduce]

John. Who did you think we were talking about?

/pshaws into the wind

[consultsdetective]

Well I didn't know, did I? [ 3, 2, 1... ]

You and John, then- really? [ That would put Donovan out fifty pounds if this were the sort of thing he'd actually gossip about.

Pity he won't be mentioning it. ]

/HUFFS

[deduce]

Yes, really. _{[ Sherlock is sort of staring at you Lestrade. It was obvious! Well, Sherlock thought it was obvious, anyway. ]}

Is it really so surprising?

[consultsdetective]

...no. Not really. [ Lestrade takes a drink and considers how not surprising the idea really is, and tries not to consider how bad this non-obsession has to be to have crossed John Watson's endless well of Sherlock-related patience. It doesn't really work. And he works to parse out a way of explaining the problem to Sherlock, who really is a bit of a kid about emotional problems and commitments. He rubs his left eye, already feeling the exhaustion this could lead into. ]

Why do you figure my wife started cheating on me?

[deduce]

It's likely because you're too focused on your work. That or she found out that you'd already cheated on her.

_{[ Either one's fine with Sherlock. He takes a sip himself, eyeing Lestrade carefully. It's not as though he needs to go into details, is it? ]}

[consultsdetective]

[ The flattest expression. ]

First one, Sherlock. I always brought the job home with me- every time, because it's not just a job. Couldn't separate 'em. And I don't mean the way you and John go tearing off across London like the nutters you are, solving cases and heading back for a movie. I mean there was always something I was thinking about, a case or a suspect or a victim, and very much not my wife, and goes to figure she didn't much care for taking second seat to some poor sod who got shot and left for dead.

[ But maybe he's straying a bit. ] Moriarty's not your personal life, much as he tries to stick himself in there. But when a man is his job, that doesn't say much. And other people get upset about that.

[deduce]

<sub>[ But Sherlock has trouble switching his head off. In fact, it's nearly impossible. If he could dumb himself down, even for a moment, he would have done it as a child. The fact remains that once he's obsessed, he's obsessed and there's little he can do to stop thinking about it. John shouldn't have been expecting Sherlock to be any different when they're in a relationship - he's a slave to his mind, it's the only thing that matters in Sherlock's opinion.

He listens to what Lestrade says, though, frowning all the while. ]</sub>

He knows I can't just stop thinking about him. My mind's impossible to turn off. And for the record, if I were married to you and I'd discovered that you'd been shagging men, I'd be inclined to cheat too.

[consultsdetective]

Oh, just shut it. [ Man, he's great at summoning the energy to be offended. Don't you know not mentioning these things renders them irrelevant? ]

If John's not willing to put up with it, god knows it's a serious issue. Give him some time, try talking about it. And if you two really can't find a compromise... I won't lie, if it gets down to that then it might be for the best anyway.

[deduce]

Might be the best for what?

[consultsdetective]

[ Entirely patiently: ]

For John. And you.

[deduce]

<sub>[ Sherlock disagrees. He simply stares at Lestrade - they both know John has been the best thing in Sherlock's life.

They both know what Sherlock would be without him.

Jokingly, ]</sub>

What's your take on rebound sex?

_{[ or is it. ]}

[consultsdetective]

[ He meets the stare with a generally helpless shrug. It's the best he's got, god knows that trying to give Sherlock Holmes solace over a breakup is a regular trip up Mount Everest. The question is answered easily and quickly enough. ]

Good today, regretted tomorrow. [ Or... whenever it is that John makes the first step in patching things up. Assuming this is like nearly any aspect of their life, where he makes concessions and somehow doesn't haul off and punch Sherlock in the face. If it's not, well. Really a pity. ]

[deduce]

Regretted by whom? <sub>[ Because Sherlock doesn't regret, he just does. Maybe that's why John's unhappy. Hm.

He starts stripping his jacket off, leaning against the cabinet behind him, fingers idly playing with a marker. ]</sub>

Do you miss me?

[consultsdetective]

[ Narrows his eyes and picks a file up to thumb through. ]

I'm sure you'd like to know.

[deduce]

That's a yes, then.

_{[ And oh, he's smiling, of course he is. You're too easy to read, Lestrade. ]}

[consultsdetective]

[ EYEROLL. Look at this amazing eyeroll. ]

Aren't you professional.

[deduce]

_{[ Sherlock is amused and he has absolutely no interest in hiding that. ]}

No, but you've always known that. Are you still hoping for a second chance with your wife? I'd suggest just ending it, but then I've never been the best judge of sentiment.

[consultsdetective]

She's my wife. That little 'better or worse' spiel wasn't just in the vows to take up space.