Fic Rec: Galapogos
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Title: Galapogos
Author: anchors
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Length: 8500
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Character death
Verse: Sherlock BBC
Author's summary: Somewhere in the depths of the universe, and somewhere in the middle of Sherlock's chest, a star goes into supernova.
Reccer's comments: The author took the prompt "Five ways in which John Watson died saving Sherlock Holmes... and one way he lived saving Sherlock" and did some great things with it. Sherlock and John's relationship is built up slowly and believably and they are kept in-character. Despite some gritty elements of the plot (a rape threat and mention of necrophilia) the prose is lyrical and lovely.
Excerpt: His voice doesn't carry through the window, but when he squeezes the trigger - not a second thought; it had to be done; this was the right thing to do and John was going to be the one to do it - the bullet does.
Author: anchors
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Length: 8500
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Character death
Verse: Sherlock BBC
Author's summary: Somewhere in the depths of the universe, and somewhere in the middle of Sherlock's chest, a star goes into supernova.
Reccer's comments: The author took the prompt "Five ways in which John Watson died saving Sherlock Holmes... and one way he lived saving Sherlock" and did some great things with it. Sherlock and John's relationship is built up slowly and believably and they are kept in-character. Despite some gritty elements of the plot (a rape threat and mention of necrophilia) the prose is lyrical and lovely.
Excerpt: His voice doesn't carry through the window, but when he squeezes the trigger - not a second thought; it had to be done; this was the right thing to do and John was going to be the one to do it - the bullet does.
When his fingers glide over the slim metal, he knows what he's doing. He's making his choice - yes, yes, always, yes. No more drifting.
The cabbie isn't the only one who dies that day. The old John, the John of happenstance, of aimlessness, of 'nothing [good] happens to me,' dies, too.
Without even the faintest hint of a goodbye, the old John, the John that John has known for his entire life, goes There. The new John, who feels his heart beating wildly in his chest and his hand hanging steady by his side, doesn't notice - because, for the first time in a long time, John is Here.