This idea has haunted me for forever now, but I didn't quite know how to go about it. Certainly the shortest fanfic I thin I've ever written, but it's a goodie, I swear!

After his suicide Sherlock had done some reading. He'd never quite admit to anyone why he'd chosen this particular topic, but he'd arrived at the conclusion that the solar system was not as dull and utterly useless as he'd first assumed. He couldn't recall exactly why he'd deleted it (probably due to a case). And oh, how Mycroft would gloat if he ever discovered his reasoning. The very thought of his older brother tutting,"Sentiment, Sherlock" in that grating, silkily political tone of condescension reserved especially for Sherlock alone was enough to make his skin crawl and set his teeth grinding. Best not to allow him to find out then.

As it turns out, the sun is a massive ball of gas with a surface temperature of approximately 5,778 Kelvin or 5,505 degrees Celsius and according to the text he'd read it was rather less massive and rather less hot than so many of its kin.

Its gravity is what prevents the earth and other planets from spinning off into oblivion. It grounds them in a sense, to an anchor, something solid for them all to float around. The sun exists with a bright, roaring intensity and a strength capable of attracting planets nearly 4.5 billion kilometers away to its warmth. There were nine of them now, he knew. Apparently, there'd been a bit of a tiff over Pluto.

The moon is quite the opposite.

It's merely tethered to the earth like a stowaway, drawn to it by the planet's gravity- its attraction, yet nothing is ever drawn to the moon aside from perhaps some dangerous meteorites brought on by the moon's meager gravitational field.

The moon is a cold expanse of empty rock. Lonely and uninhabited.

If the sun is life, warmth and sound then the moon is desolate, frozen and silent. Yet somehow the sun took notice of the moon and offered its light, lifting a bit of that suffocating darkness it was drowning in and even allowed for some warmth to keep the ice at bay.

What choice did the moon have but to accept such a gift? Isolated and alone when suddenly offered something so beautiful. And what else could it do but reflect so strong an essence once it had been received (Perhaps too eagerly on the moon's part)?

The only way for the moon to be seen from Earth is through this process. –The 'light side' of the moon at any rate because the moon always will have a part of its being that remains shrouded in darkness despite the sun's shared light (but it's fine, it's all fine as long as the sun is there). With this gift, the harsh, uninviting wasteland of ice and rock is turned into something…. Softer.

Sentiment or no sentiment, Sherlock thought there might be something rather profound in that.

Without the sun there could be no moon. Not really. Not if it cannot be seen. If the moon were to suddenly vanish however, it was doubtful anyone could truly mourn its loss so badly. The moon may shed some small light when there is darkness, but the sun is needed. It provides shelter and hope and indeed grants life itself to those in its orbit.

Ah, yes. Sherlock concluded with an almost puzzling sense of peace settling around him.

If one of them were to fall out of orbit it would simply have to be the moon.

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~Max.