Fic Rec: Set in Stone
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221b_recsTitle: Set in Stone
Author: prettybirdy979
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Length: 19281 words
Rating: Teen
Warnings: None
Verse: Sherlock BBC
Author's summary: They say our dreams are our mind's attempt to make sense of our days. John's dreams seem to be making sense of things that haven't ever happened.
Until those things start to happen anyway.
Reccer's comments: Psychic!John for the win! Full disclosure up front: I was one of the betas for this story. It's an alternate universe bordering on magical realism where John has dreams - nightmares, really - that keep coming true. The only saving grace about them is that John is able to change the outcome, if he recognises what's happening in time. He lives with the fear that the day will come when he will fail to stop what he keeps seeing in his dreams - the death of his best friend and partner, Sherlock Holmes.
Even as a beta I wasn't privy to the ending, so as I read each chapter the suspense just kept building and the uncertainty of the outcome kept me on the edge of my seat. Enjoy!
Here's a bit of an excerpt. Keep in mind that this part takes place in John's dream, not in reality - at least, not yet ;)
He’s running.
The turns should be confusing but somehow he knows them all off by heart. Except…
He stands at the end of a road, trying to remember the way to go over the sounds of his anxiously beating heart.
‘Which way?’ Someone familiar asks from behind him. ‘John, which way?’
He tries to think, to bring the note to his mind and see it. But it slips away. Panicking, he guesses. ‘Left!’
He is nearly there when a gunshot rings out from behind him and he knows, instantly, he has gone the wrong way.
He’s sprinting the other way even before the sound has completely died, not hearing the sounds of footsteps coming from behind him. It is only a moment before he reaches the alleyway, ignoring the figure fleeing in the opposite direction. The sight that greets him forces him to his knees.
Sherlock Holmes’ dead eyes stare at him from what is left of his head, their gaze accusing and mournful at the same time.
It’s all his fault.
Author: prettybirdy979
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Length: 19281 words
Rating: Teen
Warnings: None
Verse: Sherlock BBC
Author's summary: They say our dreams are our mind's attempt to make sense of our days. John's dreams seem to be making sense of things that haven't ever happened.
Until those things start to happen anyway.
Reccer's comments: Psychic!John for the win! Full disclosure up front: I was one of the betas for this story. It's an alternate universe bordering on magical realism where John has dreams - nightmares, really - that keep coming true. The only saving grace about them is that John is able to change the outcome, if he recognises what's happening in time. He lives with the fear that the day will come when he will fail to stop what he keeps seeing in his dreams - the death of his best friend and partner, Sherlock Holmes.
Even as a beta I wasn't privy to the ending, so as I read each chapter the suspense just kept building and the uncertainty of the outcome kept me on the edge of my seat. Enjoy!
Here's a bit of an excerpt. Keep in mind that this part takes place in John's dream, not in reality - at least, not yet ;)
He’s running.
The turns should be confusing but somehow he knows them all off by heart. Except…
He stands at the end of a road, trying to remember the way to go over the sounds of his anxiously beating heart.
‘Which way?’ Someone familiar asks from behind him. ‘John, which way?’
He tries to think, to bring the note to his mind and see it. But it slips away. Panicking, he guesses. ‘Left!’
He is nearly there when a gunshot rings out from behind him and he knows, instantly, he has gone the wrong way.
He’s sprinting the other way even before the sound has completely died, not hearing the sounds of footsteps coming from behind him. It is only a moment before he reaches the alleyway, ignoring the figure fleeing in the opposite direction. The sight that greets him forces him to his knees.
Sherlock Holmes’ dead eyes stare at him from what is left of his head, their gaze accusing and mournful at the same time.
It’s all his fault.
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