Just had some thoughts on a sherliam post-fall role reversal AU
Didn't Sherlock cradle William's head as they fell from the bridge?
So imagine that because of this, Sherlock ends up taking the brunt of the fall instead of William.
William wakes up first. Sherlock does not.
William wakes up half blind in an unfamiliar room, with the unmoving body of Sherlock in an adjacent bed. He's disoriented and panicked and the only thing that stops him from full-blown hysteria is Billy, who assures him that Sherlock is alive, just unconscious.
He spends the next few weeks attempting to take care of Sherlock and nursing him back to health, even though the other doesn't wake. William's no stranger to this, he had helped to raise Louis, after all. (He tries to ignore the fact that his heart clenches at the reminder of the brother he left behind, whom he might never see again.)
However, most of that time ends up being spent relearning how to do basic tasks with his sight halved. Figuring out how to navigate around his blind spot so that he stops clumsily knocking things over on his left.
After the third time he's upended the basin of water he prepared to wash Sherlock with, William has quite had enough of it all. He despises himself, really, because he can't seem to do anything right.
Feelings of helplessness and anger creep up on him in the silence of the night, without a teasing jibe or an overexcited comment or even just the call of "Liam!" to break it.
But most of all, there is guilt and despair. There was one man who had believed in him throughout all of this. One detective who understood him down to his very core. One friend who had reached his hand out and offered forgiveness where he deserved none.
One Sherlock whom he had almost doomed with his selfishness.
His fascination with the other man’s brilliance had made William drag Sherlock into his damned role in their plan.
He had pulled and teased and tugged, leading this merry chase until Sherlock had followed him to the end. And now, the detective was paying penance for William's actions.
Collapsing into a chair next to the still-unconscious detective, William lets out a cry of bone-deep sorrow.
Sherlock had told him to repent; told him to atone for his sins with the rest of his life.
But how could William bring himself to do that, if the only person who mattered might never wake up again?
What use was living the rest of his life, if Sherlock wouldn't be there to live it with?
Tears slowly trickle down from a single scarlet eye as William bows his head and begs any divine power there is for a miracle.
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Just as William is about to be consumed by his despairing thoughts, however, a finger twitches and a rasping voice whispers,
"Oi, why are ya crying, Liam?"
(Okay I need to get rid of the angst hi here's a bonus happy end so I can sleep peacefully it's like 2am)
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