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221b_recsTitle: The Least of All Possible Mistakes
Author: rageprufrock
Pairing: Mycroft Holmes/Georgiana Lestrade
Length: 118,096 words
Rating: mature
Warnings: none
Verse: Sherlock BBC
Author's summary: If ever a people deserved tasering, it’s Holmeses.
Reccer's comments: I like AU fics, because it's interesting to see what each author considers essential to the character that travels with that him or her, no matter what else has changed. In this case, it's her sex. Georgiana (she prefers George) Lestrade lives with her husband, visits her mother on Sundays, occasionally works with a nutter named Sherlock Holmes, and gets kidnapped at the end of a long day:
The first time George meets Mycroft Holmes, she tases him.
She’s just wrapped up teaching a self defense class sponsored by the Westminster council — a proposition which, after seeing so many bruised-looking eyes, always leaves her a bit bloodthirsty — when she’s more or less Shanghaied into a black town car and deposited at Battersea power station without explanation. It’s dark, her feet hurt, she spent the better part of the morning trying to roust Sherlock out of the New Scotland Yard bullpen, and George has never been fond of being kidnapped.
It’s hardly her fault that when she hears, “Ms. Georgiana Lestrade — a pleasure to finally meet you in person,” coming from just over her shoulder, she reaches into her handbag and opts to tase first and ask questions later.
At this point, a cadre of thugs in black, descriptionless suits haul her off to a black, descriptionless holding room, ignoring her protests that she’s a police officer and demands for identification. They take her taser and her mobile and George is trying to figure out if she can break the one-way glass when the door bangs open and Sherlock bursts in, eyes manic with glee.
“Lestrade, you are marvelous,” he declares, and rapturous, begs for details.
George is of a mind to beg for some fucking details of her own, except looking over Sherlock’s shoulder, she comes face to face with the man she’d tased again. He looks flawlessly put together and wholly put out, a red spot on his cheek from where his knees gave out and he’d hit the concrete. He’s stiff as a board, clutching at his umbrella as if he’d like to use it for some compensatory damage.
We see everything through George's eyes: putting up with Sherlock, meeting John and Mummy, being baffled by Anthea, and being so slowly and gently wooed by Mycroft that she isn't entirely sure at first what's happening. It's not the same experience a male Greg Lestrade would have had under similar circumstances, but it's not just the name, canon dialogue, and prematurely grey hair that make this Detective Inspector Lestrade recognizable to the reader.
Author: rageprufrock
Pairing: Mycroft Holmes/Georgiana Lestrade
Length: 118,096 words
Rating: mature
Warnings: none
Verse: Sherlock BBC
Author's summary: If ever a people deserved tasering, it’s Holmeses.
Reccer's comments: I like AU fics, because it's interesting to see what each author considers essential to the character that travels with that him or her, no matter what else has changed. In this case, it's her sex. Georgiana (she prefers George) Lestrade lives with her husband, visits her mother on Sundays, occasionally works with a nutter named Sherlock Holmes, and gets kidnapped at the end of a long day:
The first time George meets Mycroft Holmes, she tases him.
She’s just wrapped up teaching a self defense class sponsored by the Westminster council — a proposition which, after seeing so many bruised-looking eyes, always leaves her a bit bloodthirsty — when she’s more or less Shanghaied into a black town car and deposited at Battersea power station without explanation. It’s dark, her feet hurt, she spent the better part of the morning trying to roust Sherlock out of the New Scotland Yard bullpen, and George has never been fond of being kidnapped.
It’s hardly her fault that when she hears, “Ms. Georgiana Lestrade — a pleasure to finally meet you in person,” coming from just over her shoulder, she reaches into her handbag and opts to tase first and ask questions later.
At this point, a cadre of thugs in black, descriptionless suits haul her off to a black, descriptionless holding room, ignoring her protests that she’s a police officer and demands for identification. They take her taser and her mobile and George is trying to figure out if she can break the one-way glass when the door bangs open and Sherlock bursts in, eyes manic with glee.
“Lestrade, you are marvelous,” he declares, and rapturous, begs for details.
George is of a mind to beg for some fucking details of her own, except looking over Sherlock’s shoulder, she comes face to face with the man she’d tased again. He looks flawlessly put together and wholly put out, a red spot on his cheek from where his knees gave out and he’d hit the concrete. He’s stiff as a board, clutching at his umbrella as if he’d like to use it for some compensatory damage.
We see everything through George's eyes: putting up with Sherlock, meeting John and Mummy, being baffled by Anthea, and being so slowly and gently wooed by Mycroft that she isn't entirely sure at first what's happening. It's not the same experience a male Greg Lestrade would have had under similar circumstances, but it's not just the name, canon dialogue, and prematurely grey hair that make this Detective Inspector Lestrade recognizable to the reader.
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Date: 2013-04-09 06:59 pm (UTC)If you haven't read it yet, you'll love it despite any pairing dislikes you may have. Brilliant!
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Date: 2013-04-09 09:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-04-10 09:39 am (UTC)I do wish, however, that the English beta had been a bit more on the ball. There are some jarring Americanisms that creep in - 'purse', 'crosswalk', etc.
And New Scotland Yard is rather bigger than the writer implies!