221b_recs | Fic Rec: Initially, he wanted to be a pilot (Reply)

Title: Initially, he wanted to be a pilot
Author:

arianedevere
Pairing: Gen
Length: 19290 words
Rating: Teen
Warnings: None
Verse: Sherlock BBC/Cabin Pressure crossover

Author's summary: Martin Crieff wakes up in hospital, unable to remember how he got there. When he is told that his entire life is a lie, should he believe it? And who can help him find out the truth?

Reccer's comments: Without giving too much away, rest assured that, despite the author's summary, this fic does indeed belong in the Sherlock universe. It's very cleverly written, as is anything by this author. I thought that the title was especially clever. Unfortunately I can't rave about it as much as I'd like, because it would give everything away. Suffice it to say that the supporting players in this story are all meant to represent canon characters. It's not hard to figure out who's who, but it's still entertaining to watch them fulfil their roles as they all try to assist the main character in trying to figure out who he is and how he got in this situation. The methods by which the author has this character remember these things are fascinating and clever. Seriously, give it a read!

Jack sighed over-dramatically and turned to squeeze out his mop into the nearby bucket while Lacey wrapped a blood pressure cuff around Martin’s arm. “In your own time,” he said with a false air of weary resignation.

“But quite quickly,” Martin added instantly.

Immediately he was appalled at how rude he had sounded. He hadn’t smiled as he spoke and for some reason his voice had dropped to a lower tone which made him sound even worse. Just as he was about to apologise to Lacey, Jack let out a brief explosive noise which sounded almost like a sob. However, when he turned around a couple of seconds later he was smiling and didn’t seem upset by Martin’s rudeness. Nevertheless, Martin instantly looked round at Lacey.

“Sorry,” he said to her. “That wasn’t very good, was it?”

“A bit not good, yeah,” Jack agreed.

Even as Lacey smiled forgivingly, Martin felt bolts of pain shoot through his head. Grimacing, he realised that it felt like a door slamming inside his mind ... no, it was more like a door bursting open and crashing against the wall behind it before bouncing back with the recoil and noisily shutting again. It left a dull ache in his head and a sense of unease that he didn’t understand. It was a long time before the feeling went away.