Fic Rec: No Such Thing As Company
Sep. 17th, 2015 04:45 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
Title: No Such Thing As Company
Author: Lake (beyond_belief)
Pairing: Sherlock Holmes/Lestrade
Length: 3547
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: none
Verse: Sherlock BBC
Author's summary: It becomes sort of routine, after that. Sherlock shows up most nights, but not all. Some, he sits in Greg's usual chair with Greg's laptop and does God knows what on the internet while Greg lies on the sofa watching Graham Norton. Some nights, Sherlock sits reading a book, but next to Greg on the sofa while Greg watches Graham Norton.
Reccer's comments: I really like this story's simplicity. After Dartmoor, Sherlock and Lestrade's relationship evolves into something very different than before. The relationship feels very organic and honest, in that it's not easy, and it's not simple, but there is a sense of mutual respect underneath their complicated feelings. Also, the dialogue between John and Lestrade at the beginning and end of the fic is wonderfully open, in a way that I think holds true to the rawness of grief.
Author: Lake (beyond_belief)
Pairing: Sherlock Holmes/Lestrade
Length: 3547
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: none
Verse: Sherlock BBC
Author's summary: It becomes sort of routine, after that. Sherlock shows up most nights, but not all. Some, he sits in Greg's usual chair with Greg's laptop and does God knows what on the internet while Greg lies on the sofa watching Graham Norton. Some nights, Sherlock sits reading a book, but next to Greg on the sofa while Greg watches Graham Norton.
Reccer's comments: I really like this story's simplicity. After Dartmoor, Sherlock and Lestrade's relationship evolves into something very different than before. The relationship feels very organic and honest, in that it's not easy, and it's not simple, but there is a sense of mutual respect underneath their complicated feelings. Also, the dialogue between John and Lestrade at the beginning and end of the fic is wonderfully open, in a way that I think holds true to the rawness of grief.