Bury The Pain Under a Orange Blanket (слэш)

Sherlock is outside the room, maybe in his own, maybe on the sofa gripping his own hair, he doesn’t know. Afghanistan is reflected in the glassy surface of a pool, the APMs in the parka full of explosive; a false step and boom, John Watson powdered – together with who knows how many people, with Moriarty, with Sherlock.