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Title: Inscrutable to the Last
Author: DiscordantWords
Pairing: John/Mary; Sherlock/John (ultimately)
Length: 48,843
Rating: Mature
Verse: BBC Sherlock
Author's summary: He wasn't Sherlock, he couldn't work miracles. All he'd ever been able to do was write about them.
Reccer's comments: Yes, I know, you think you've read all the S3 fix-its and no one can possibly do anything new in that department. Wrong wrong wrong so very wrong. DiscordantWords has come up with an entirely original premise: the plot of S3 is a novel John is writing, an alternate life he invents to cope with his grief over Sherlock's death. Inevitably, Mary finds the file on his laptop, and reads it. It doesn't do their marriage any good; besides, Sherlock is really dead (isn't he?) and John should stop dreaming (shouldn't he?).
It is absurd that (as of the time of this post) "Inscrutable" has only 1365 hits -- it's clever, beautifully written, and utterly romantic. I was hoping against hope that DW would finish this before the month was up, so I could rec it. And hooray! Just wait till you read the ending. It is made of swoon.
Excerpt:
"John," she said, and she reached out, took his clenched fist between her hands. "Doing this, retreating into this—this whole other life, it's not good for you."
"People read, Mary," he said, as she gently rubbed at his hand, pried his fingers loose from their tight clench, clasped his trembling appendage between her warm palms. "People go to the movies. People write. It's a hobby. Escapism. Nothing more than that."
"It's different," she said, calmer, still looking steadily at him.
"How?"
She shook her head, rolled her eyes a little bit. "You can't figure out why writing thousands and thousands and thousands of words about a world where your wife is an ex-assassin who shoots your formerly-dead best friend in the chest, setting off a chain of events leading to him martyring himself for us might be a bit upsetting?"
"You've read a lot," he said, and he wondered how long he'd been sitting there, oblivious, while she was peering into the darkest, most secret recesses of his heart.
"Oh, it's a real page turner," she said.
Read on the AO3.
Author: DiscordantWords
Pairing: John/Mary; Sherlock/John (ultimately)
Length: 48,843
Rating: Mature
Verse: BBC Sherlock
Author's summary: He wasn't Sherlock, he couldn't work miracles. All he'd ever been able to do was write about them.
Reccer's comments: Yes, I know, you think you've read all the S3 fix-its and no one can possibly do anything new in that department. Wrong wrong wrong so very wrong. DiscordantWords has come up with an entirely original premise: the plot of S3 is a novel John is writing, an alternate life he invents to cope with his grief over Sherlock's death. Inevitably, Mary finds the file on his laptop, and reads it. It doesn't do their marriage any good; besides, Sherlock is really dead (isn't he?) and John should stop dreaming (shouldn't he?).
It is absurd that (as of the time of this post) "Inscrutable" has only 1365 hits -- it's clever, beautifully written, and utterly romantic. I was hoping against hope that DW would finish this before the month was up, so I could rec it. And hooray! Just wait till you read the ending. It is made of swoon.
Excerpt:
"John," she said, and she reached out, took his clenched fist between her hands. "Doing this, retreating into this—this whole other life, it's not good for you."
"People read, Mary," he said, as she gently rubbed at his hand, pried his fingers loose from their tight clench, clasped his trembling appendage between her warm palms. "People go to the movies. People write. It's a hobby. Escapism. Nothing more than that."
"It's different," she said, calmer, still looking steadily at him.
"How?"
She shook her head, rolled her eyes a little bit. "You can't figure out why writing thousands and thousands and thousands of words about a world where your wife is an ex-assassin who shoots your formerly-dead best friend in the chest, setting off a chain of events leading to him martyring himself for us might be a bit upsetting?"
"You've read a lot," he said, and he wondered how long he'd been sitting there, oblivious, while she was peering into the darkest, most secret recesses of his heart.
"Oh, it's a real page turner," she said.
Read on the AO3.