nox-candida asked prettyarbitrary:

John/Your Choice. AU: Groundhog Day.

John shuddered as he walked behind Sherlock’s chair and saw what was on TV.  ”Oh god, turn it off.”

“The Americans are just slathering their ridiculous superstitious traditions all over the rest of the world, John; it’s intellectually offensive but it’s not harmful.”

“It looks like a rat the size of my torso, Sherlock, please turn it off.”

Okay, yes, I know that wasn’t what you meant.  ^_^  Take two:

Twenty-seven times.  He’d tried everything—talking, not talking, slipping in clues, saying different things, not coming out at all…every fucking time, it was ashes and burnt body parts and the smell of roasted meat in the air that’d been, two minutes earlier, the man he loved.

John pulled himself out of the wreckage of the pool and screamed.