Fic Rec: They Mostly Come Out At Night
Oct. 3rd, 2012 11:50 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
Title: They Mostly Come Out At Night
Author:
tawabids
Pairing: Gen (or Sherlock/John pre-slash)
Length: 16,233
Rating: Teen
Warnings: none
Verse: Sherlock BBC
Author's summary: Mummy Holmes was admiral of the British space fleet, and her sons were gestated in a synthetic womb called an AGU. When something monstrous burst out of a lieutenant's chest and got loose on board a ship carrying the Holmes family, the unborn second son and was left on board.
A quarter of a century later, the Orbiter 200B is a floating wreck on the edge of the colonised territory. Mycroft Holmes sends Lestrade and a Royal Navy special ops vehicle, the Baker, to the abandoned ship to learn what can be salvaged.
Reccer's comments: I read this story a couple of months ago, but I still get this giddy, excited little flutter in my chest whenever something reminds me of it. I cannot adequately express just how much I adored this Sherlock - the author did a fantastic job of keeping him reasonably in character while accounting for his unusual (creepy? shiver-inducing?) circumstances - but it was almost as much as I adored this Sherlock&(brave-reckless-loyal-good)John. The suspense and the sinister atmosphere kept me on the edge of my seat the whole way through.
Excerpt:
Author:
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Pairing: Gen (or Sherlock/John pre-slash)
Length: 16,233
Rating: Teen
Warnings: none
Verse: Sherlock BBC
Author's summary: Mummy Holmes was admiral of the British space fleet, and her sons were gestated in a synthetic womb called an AGU. When something monstrous burst out of a lieutenant's chest and got loose on board a ship carrying the Holmes family, the unborn second son and was left on board.
A quarter of a century later, the Orbiter 200B is a floating wreck on the edge of the colonised territory. Mycroft Holmes sends Lestrade and a Royal Navy special ops vehicle, the Baker, to the abandoned ship to learn what can be salvaged.
Reccer's comments: I read this story a couple of months ago, but I still get this giddy, excited little flutter in my chest whenever something reminds me of it. I cannot adequately express just how much I adored this Sherlock - the author did a fantastic job of keeping him reasonably in character while accounting for his unusual (creepy? shiver-inducing?) circumstances - but it was almost as much as I adored this Sherlock&(brave-reckless-loyal-good)John. The suspense and the sinister atmosphere kept me on the edge of my seat the whole way through.
Excerpt:
John blinked at him. “You,” he looked at the empty space where the tarpaulin had been stretched. “You made that? That was a trap, for those creatures?”
“Yes, for my family,” the man said, standing up. John struggled to rise, and found he only came up to the other man’s nose.
“Your family?”
“They try to eat me, these days,” the man said. Then, for just a moment, his eyes widened with a flicker of emotion. “It’s a liquid sub-zero coolant. I redirect it from the databanks sector through an old petroleum gas pipeline and then recycle the gas back to the condensation facility to maintain the supplies.”