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221b_recsTitle: I can't find the words to make it unique
Author: hypotheticalfanfic
Pairing: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
Length: 2,078
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: None listed
Verse: Sherlock BBC
Author's summary: In which Sherlock struggles with the words.
Reccer's comments: You know what I love about this fic? The fact that is seems so very, very likely to happen. It's set directly after the end of S1 and features a Sherlock who can't quite seem to put his newly discovered feelings into words. And, let's face it, Sherlock and words are very good friends, but Sherlock and feelings and words? Not even on speaking terms. So it makes sense that he bungles it up, gets all huffy and then sort of stares intensely at John until John understands. And, yeah, the concept isn't new and the writing isn't omg!literary, but, nonetheless, it is amazingly good fic that makes you want to clasp your hand together under your chin and squee when things finally sort themselves out.
Snippet: Eight days after Moriarty, Sherlock says, ”You aren’t as tiresome as every other human being on the planet.” It’s in a tone that, had John been paying attention, would have made everything that happened afterwards much less confusing.
“That’s…oddly nice to hear, Sherlock.” John smiles, surprised and happy, a soft sort of smile. “Thank you.” Then he turns back to his stupid tabloid and continues reading.
“That’s supposed to mean something, John.” A swirl of coat and a huff and Sherlock sweeps out of the hospital room.
John stares after him. “Um.” Looks down at his tabloid, back up at the doorway. “Bugger.”
Author: hypotheticalfanfic
Pairing: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
Length: 2,078
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: None listed
Verse: Sherlock BBC
Author's summary: In which Sherlock struggles with the words.
Reccer's comments: You know what I love about this fic? The fact that is seems so very, very likely to happen. It's set directly after the end of S1 and features a Sherlock who can't quite seem to put his newly discovered feelings into words. And, let's face it, Sherlock and words are very good friends, but Sherlock and feelings and words? Not even on speaking terms. So it makes sense that he bungles it up, gets all huffy and then sort of stares intensely at John until John understands. And, yeah, the concept isn't new and the writing isn't omg!literary, but, nonetheless, it is amazingly good fic that makes you want to clasp your hand together under your chin and squee when things finally sort themselves out.
Snippet: Eight days after Moriarty, Sherlock says, ”You aren’t as tiresome as every other human being on the planet.” It’s in a tone that, had John been paying attention, would have made everything that happened afterwards much less confusing.
“That’s…oddly nice to hear, Sherlock.” John smiles, surprised and happy, a soft sort of smile. “Thank you.” Then he turns back to his stupid tabloid and continues reading.
“That’s supposed to mean something, John.” A swirl of coat and a huff and Sherlock sweeps out of the hospital room.
John stares after him. “Um.” Looks down at his tabloid, back up at the doorway. “Bugger.”
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