Fic: Come and See
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221b_recsTitle: Come and See
Author: Mariana O'Connor aka![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Pairing: John/Sherlock
Length: 17,500
Rating: R
Warnings: rape/non-con
Verse: Sherlock BBC, crossover with the Book of Revelations
Author's summary: John Watson is Death. He wasn't supposed to kill the cabbie at the end of A Study in Pink, Sherlock Holmes was supposed to die that night. But Sherlock's still alive and now the world is starting to fall apart. The events of the whole series seen in a slightly more supernatural light. Also featuring "Anthea", Harry and Sebastian as the other horsemen of the apocalypse, and exploring what it takes to become a myth.
Reccer's comments: full disclosure: I illustrated this fic for SherlockBigBang earlier this year. At first I thought the premise was preposterous, but the story swept me away, and really cemented my love for and awe of the 21st C John Watson. It even made me re-read Revelations. Mariana weaves an iconic character into this powerful mythos: the entire universe is at stake. The tale will leave you breathless. And you may never look at John Watson in the same way again.
an excerpt: Come and See
Author: Mariana O'Connor aka
definewisdom Pairing: John/Sherlock
Length: 17,500
Rating: R
Warnings: rape/non-con
Verse: Sherlock BBC, crossover with the Book of Revelations
Author's summary: John Watson is Death. He wasn't supposed to kill the cabbie at the end of A Study in Pink, Sherlock Holmes was supposed to die that night. But Sherlock's still alive and now the world is starting to fall apart. The events of the whole series seen in a slightly more supernatural light. Also featuring "Anthea", Harry and Sebastian as the other horsemen of the apocalypse, and exploring what it takes to become a myth.
Reccer's comments: full disclosure: I illustrated this fic for SherlockBigBang earlier this year. At first I thought the premise was preposterous, but the story swept me away, and really cemented my love for and awe of the 21st C John Watson. It even made me re-read Revelations. Mariana weaves an iconic character into this powerful mythos: the entire universe is at stake. The tale will leave you breathless. And you may never look at John Watson in the same way again.
an excerpt:
Oscar Wilde once had one of his characters say that people should know either nothing or everything. John Watson was born knowing everything and it almost drove him insane.
His first words were in ancient Hebrew and roughly translated to “Death and life are in the power of the tongue.” It is probably lucky that his parents dismissed this as childish burbling.
It took him another two months to sort the languages that teemed through his small skull out and decide which one was the right one to use.
His next first word was “see” which was, intentionally, a lot less worrying.
John knew, from the first moment he looked at his mother, that she was going to die. For as long as he could remember he knew the precise moment at which her death would come. And he could remember a long, long time before that.
It was like that with everyone. He would look at them and know their lives, their thoughts their feelings and their death. He could see every good part of them and every bad part of them and he could understand.
The mortal part of him almost broke.
His first words were in ancient Hebrew and roughly translated to “Death and life are in the power of the tongue.” It is probably lucky that his parents dismissed this as childish burbling.
It took him another two months to sort the languages that teemed through his small skull out and decide which one was the right one to use.
His next first word was “see” which was, intentionally, a lot less worrying.
John knew, from the first moment he looked at his mother, that she was going to die. For as long as he could remember he knew the precise moment at which her death would come. And he could remember a long, long time before that.
It was like that with everyone. He would look at them and know their lives, their thoughts their feelings and their death. He could see every good part of them and every bad part of them and he could understand.
The mortal part of him almost broke.
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Date: 2011-07-31 11:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-01 11:22 am (UTC)Please correct this and other recs that ignored this guideline.
ETA: Also, this has been recced before: http://221b-recs.livejournal.com/41026.html
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Date: 2011-08-01 04:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-01 04:08 pm (UTC)