FIC: Thy Mother's Glass (Part I)

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Title: Thy Mother's Glass (Part 1)
Author: flecalicious
Pairing: mainly gen for now with Amy/Rory (Doctor Who), and alleged John/Sherlock in later parts
Length: approx. 8,000 words (this part)
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Drug use, WIP. The author also warns for Sherlock s1 and DW s5 spoilers.
Verse: Sherlock BBC crossover with Doctor Who
Author's summary: Mycroft, they decide, and then seven years later Sherlock; alien names for not-quite-alien children. In which Sherlock's parents are called Amy and Rory and he's born outside of time.

Reccer's comments: Alright, I have been sitting on this one for freaking months. I kind of jumped on the November rec spot because that is exactly when the statute of limitations for WIPs would be up on this fic. So. Okay. Basically, if flecalicious writes it, I will read it, enjoy it, and probably rec it forward because odds are it will be magnificent. This particular story, however, has lots more to recommend it, for instance: even though it's a WIP, it reads as fairly complete. There have been hints of more to the story, but what is there is already satisfying on its own. So you won't be going crazy with the need to know what happens next. You'll want more, but that's not really the same thing. Additionally, it's a crossover, and it's a Doctor Who crossover which is fairly common. Those are two things I love, but I know as well as anyone how terribly wrong that sort of thing can go. Here, it's absolutely, perfectly done right. Flec draws out all the best bits of both canons and weaves them together in a way that has you wondering if this is, in fact, an AU after all. Not only does it make sense that these two fandoms should go together in this particular way, it's written with that delicate touch that makes it not a Sherlock story with cameos by DW characters, nor a DW story with bonus Sherlock Holmes, but a whole new animal that is legitimately about both of them. And it is completely heartbreaking for the most part, but my god. The last four lines. They will make everything alright again in the universe.

I fear this is getting long and rambling and off-putting, so I'll leave you with this snippet:

He remembers a planet with nineteen-hour nights and moonlight stronger than the sun.

He'd been very small, not much higher than his mother's knees, and she'd picked him up and pointed at the clouds, thousands and thousands of ice particles suspended in the atmosphere and absorbing the light of the moon; tiny white specks in the black sky.

Cocaine is a thousand tiny specks of white that mean Sherlock is never bored, and when that's no longer true he starts finding new ways to make it entertain him; draws track marks on the insides of his arms with boredom and the ever present absence of his parents. He is so sick of sunrise and sunset and this is the first time since he was thirteen that he thinks he can lose them.

The first time Sherlock wakes up not knowing what day it is, it feels like coming home.

(Happy Bonfire Night, for those of you where it is still the fifth!)

Comments

[rosa-acicularis.livejournal.com]

EMPHATICALLY SECONDED.

[falling-voices.livejournal.com]

THIRDEDDDDDDD. I will forever wait for a second part.