Two quick notes (super-vague spoilers in the second note for the 2010 run of Sherlock), and then a fic.
NOTE ONE - as some of you may know, my darling girl_wonder is embarking on a very cool new job that will take her far, far away. fry, chiclet, please consider this little story to be my bon voyage and I know you'll kick ass gift to you (especially since I couldn't get it together to write you a birthday story this year). I hope you like it.
NOTE TWO - I've been wanting to write Victorian-era Sherlock Holmes fic for some time, and I actually have too many narratives swirling around in my head to pick one and commit. Then along came the modernized BBC version. I enjoyed "A Study in Pink" and adored Watson and Lestrade but thought Sherlock was utterly charmless. Then there was "The Blind Banker," an episode that, were it not for the STRIPEY SWEATER, would have been a complete waste of time for me. Oh, but then there was "The Great Game," and Sherlock made me eat my words, first by correcting a potential client's grammar, then by pitching a fit worthy of a five-year-old, and finally by just barely starting to understand what John meant to him.
So, this story takes place in the gap between TBB and TGG (and breaks up Sarah and John before the events of TGG). It's Sherlock, just on the cusp of figuring out what's going on in his relationship to John. So, gen-ish, not quite pre-slash, even. The lovely oxoniensis did wonderful work betaing and Britpicking this for me. 2443 words.
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As always, I'd love to hear what you think.