Come what May

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Welcome to our reccers for May: amalnahurriyeh. antfarmponies,  hajimebassaidai, and ruth0007. We're looking forward to your choices.

Thanks as well to our April crew,  chapbook, cryptic_answers, keladry_lupin, tryfanstone, and sometimes unovis_lj.

As you can see, we're still looking for one more reccer for May, as well as opening sign-ups for June. The sign-up thread is here.

The Interview, by archea2

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Title: The Interview
Author: archea2
Pairing: Gen
Length: 812 words
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Verse: Sherlock BBC
Author's summary: AU. Mycroft interviews John à la Lady Bracknell. Hints of Mystrade. Written to fill a prompt asking for a crossover/fusion with Oscar Wilde's The Importance of Being Earnest.
Reccer's comments: Aw, Mycroft as Lady Bracknell! Can't you see the bustle? Authoritative with a steely grasp, often of the wrong end of the stick; not quite the same level of social climber, but possibly a self-made, er, man. A positive conundrum-major of confrontation. This is my favorite of the author's series of literary parodies or fusions, Old Tales Retold, each of which deserves its own rec. This piece is clever, it's deft, it's sneaky, and it's funny on multiple levels. The interview scene melds nicely with Mycroft's first prickly meeting with John.

I've been a fan of archea2's writing, probably insufficiently expressed. She's recently been putting fic up on AO3, so now is a good time to acquaint/reacquaint yourself with her fine work (Sherlock/Lestrade, ah).

Fic Rec: Nothing to Make a Song About

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Title: Nothing to Make a Song About

Author:  emmagrant01

Pairing: Sherlock/John

Length: 36833

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: None

Verse: Sherlock BBC

Author's summary: When Sherlock returned from his faked death, John could not forgive him for the deception and broke off their friendship. Ten years later, John returns to London in search of yet another new beginning. Sherlock, not surprisingly, is waiting.

Reccer's comments: John's been running away from Sherlock for ten years, while Sherlock's been...growing up.  Although I'm as much of a fan of codependency as the next person, I also love when Sherlock isn't completely lost without his blogger.  Sherlock misses John; John misses Sherlock; and there's just enough angst to keep this a darker shade of fluff.

Excerpt:

"Right through there," Greg said, pointing at a corridor beyond another door. "Four fucking murders in London today, and my usual forensics team is stuck at another one. They'll be here in half an hour, but we needed someone who could give us some information before the trail gets cold."

"Yeah, of course. I'm glad to help."

"I owe you one. I'll be back in a few minutes; gotta make a quick phone call. They're expecting you, so just take a look and tell them whatever you can."

He turned and walked away, already tapping at his mobile. John walked through the door and down the corridor, through an open doorway into a well-lit room.

And froze, heart in his throat. The corpse of a woman was lying prone on the floor in a pool of blood, limbs unnaturally askew, and leaning over the corpse was a very familiar figure.

John closed his eyes, transported back in time for a brief, exhilarating, dizzying moment.

Shit.

"John, glad you could come." Sherlock didn't even look up at him; his gazed was fixed on the body. "I could use your opinion on this."