i made one just like this one but it got lost when i left

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Shiva in every episode - The Well

I was a zookeeper. Shiva, she fell into one of the concrete moats in her exhibit. It was empty, the vets were on their way, but her leg was ripped open. She was gonna bleed out. The sound she made. She was in so much pain. I knew the risk. I had to try. And I got my shirt up around her leg, saved her life. After that, she never showed so much as a tooth in my direction. Keeping a tiger isn’t practical, I know. She eats as much as ten people. She could yank the chain out of my hand, hell, she could yank my arm right off. But she hasn’t. She won’t. I lost a lot, just like everybody else. When it all started to end, I found myself back at the zoo. Shiva was one of the last animals left. She was trapped, hungry, alone. Like me. She was the last thing left in this world that I loved. She protected me. She got me here, made me larger than life.

Sherlock kept a photo of John with him during his time in Serbia. The photo got crinkled during the two years. A little faded. Damps destroying a part of it. It was just a normal photo. The type of stiffed lipped, no smile photo for driving licenses etc. Sherlock stole it before he disappeared. One day, he lost the photo. And never found it again. Maybe it just fell from his pocket during one of his runs. And when his captors left him in the cold hardened floor after beating him into a pulp, Sherlock just laid down there. The pain was bearable, because it was more painful to him that he lost that photo. He didn’t even trust his mind palace. What if he forgets what John looks like.

When Mycroft showed him John’s photo for the first time, Sherlock hated it and loved it at the same time. He almost made the mistake of asking Mycroft for it.

At least I am gonna see him now. I can touch him. He ran his own hand over his lip. I wonder if I like bristly kisses for the first time. My god I hate that mustache.

And he got touched. Yes. Not like the way he wanted.

John tackled him in the ground and opened his wounds.

John doesn’t know. I don’t blame him.

Didn’t get the kiss. Just got some wounds reopened.

 

That night, a single tear fell down from Sherlock’s eyes while dressing his wounds.

At least he touched me.

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“I was a zookeeper. Shiva, she fell into one of the concrete moats in her exhibit. It was empty, the vets were on their way, but her leg was ripped open. She was gonna bleed out. The sound she made…..She was in so much pain. I knew the risk. I had to try. And I got my shirt up around her leg. Saved her life. After that, she never showed so much as a tooth in my direction. Keeping a tiger isn’t practical, I know. She eats as much as 10 people. She could yank the chain out of my hand…hell, she could yank my arm right off. But she hasn’t. She won’t. I lost a lot, just like everybody else. When it all started to end, I found myself back at the zoo. Shiva was one of the last animals left. She was trapped. Hungry. Alone. Like me. She was the last thing left in this world that I loved. She protected me. She got me here, made me larger than life.”