Sherlock - Black and White (18/?)
It’s a cliché to say they’re two sides of the same coin but that’s clearly true. Sherlock chose a different side in the game, perhaps because it’s harder to be good! » Mark Gatiss
“My Love is on the High Seas” - A Sherlock/John fanfic (post-Reichenbach)
Feasgar ciùin an tùs a’ Chèitein On a quiet evening at the beginning of May
Nuair bha ‘n ialtag anns na speuran When the bat was in the skies
Chualaim rìbhinn òg ‘s i deurach I heard a tearful young maiden
‘Seinn fo sgàil nan geugan uain’ Singing beneath the shadow of the green branches
Bha a’ ghrian ‘sa chuan gu sìoladh The sun was setting in the sea
‘S reult cha d’ èirich anns an iarmailt And no stars yet graced the sky
Nuair a sheinn an òigh gu cianail When the young girl sang sorrowfully
“Tha mo ghaol air àird a’ chuain” ”My love is on the high seas”
Sherlock took a sip from the half-full pint in front of him. He swallowed slowly, thoughtfully.
One week at most. It was nearly done.
And even here, in the relative calm of a small pub not far from Edinburgh, he felt his heart straining against his ribcage like a frantic bird seconds away from its freedom.
He wouldn’t make his final move tonight, but it would be only a matter of days. Tonight was just part of his cover: A tourist, distant cousin of the owners, here to see the centuries-old gravestones in the local churchyard.
But he’d come close to breaking character when a young woman had begun to sing a simple, haunting melody and heart-wrenching, familiar words.
This song. He knew this song. Scottish Gaelic - John had sung it once, just once, the time Sherlock was suffering a high fever AND nicotine withdrawals simultaneously. Something he’d used to calm wounded soldiers in Afghanistan, John had said. “You’re too far gone to remember later, thank God. I’d never hear the end of it. Just lie still. Just listen.”
They’d never mentioned it again, but the moment Sherlock recovered, he’d looked up the song, downloaded a version, and committed it to memory.
Soon, when he returned to John, returned to London and life, returned to the one place he considered home, he would tell John how often that song had been the one source of calm and strength in the most harrowing moments.
And then he’d sing it for John. Just for John.
Bha a cridh’ le gaol gu sgàineadh Her heart was breaking with love
Nuair a ghlac mi fhèin air làimh i When I took her by the hand
“Siab do dheòir, do ghaol tha sàbhailt “Wipe your eyes, your love is safe
Thill mi slàn bhàrr àird a’ chuain” I have returned to you from the high seas”
He’d sing it very soon.
This is lovely. Sequel? Would love to see John’s reaction… I can’t believe I am STILL completely heartbroken and anxiety-ridden over a TV SHOW I saw in January. Just… WHAT? Sigh. Who are these people and how are they worming into my heart?Played 499 times.