Fic Rec: Battle Stratagem for the Domesticated British Male
Title: Battle Stratagem for the Domesticated British Male
Author: what_alchemy
Pairing: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
Length: 7,869
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: None listend
Verse: Sherlock BBC
Author's summary: Age happens. This is not Sherlock's area.
Reccer's comments: This fic takes your heart and tears it into a million little pieces, but that's alright because it then pastes them back together and hands your heart back to you even better than before. God, the feelings. John is so stoic and strong and broken, but still soldiering on. And Sherlock. Sherlock is confused and frightened and determined to make things right, but mucking everything up in the process and so damn lost at the idea of having to face a life without John there by his side. There is angst and sadness and the less than pleasant realities of growing old, but there is also wonder and joy and the happiness that only a life time spent with someone can bring. Read it now, people. You won't be sorry you did.
Snippet: It began with John in a heap at the foot of the stairs.
Or, it began with that last case, with John doubled over, clutching at his hip, hissing for Sherlock to go on without him, to catch the suspect.
Or, it began that very first time decades ago, a breathless cab chase, an abandoned cane, an exchange of smiles, giggles.
Or, it began in Afghanistan, or at boot camp, or during all those rugby games.
Or, or, or. It didn’t matter, beginnings and endings - John was in a heap at the foot of the stairs and Sherlock’s strength was failing him.
Author: what_alchemy
Pairing: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
Length: 7,869
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: None listend
Verse: Sherlock BBC
Author's summary: Age happens. This is not Sherlock's area.
Reccer's comments: This fic takes your heart and tears it into a million little pieces, but that's alright because it then pastes them back together and hands your heart back to you even better than before. God, the feelings. John is so stoic and strong and broken, but still soldiering on. And Sherlock. Sherlock is confused and frightened and determined to make things right, but mucking everything up in the process and so damn lost at the idea of having to face a life without John there by his side. There is angst and sadness and the less than pleasant realities of growing old, but there is also wonder and joy and the happiness that only a life time spent with someone can bring. Read it now, people. You won't be sorry you did.
Snippet: It began with John in a heap at the foot of the stairs.
Or, it began with that last case, with John doubled over, clutching at his hip, hissing for Sherlock to go on without him, to catch the suspect.
Or, it began that very first time decades ago, a breathless cab chase, an abandoned cane, an exchange of smiles, giggles.
Or, it began in Afghanistan, or at boot camp, or during all those rugby games.
Or, or, or. It didn’t matter, beginnings and endings - John was in a heap at the foot of the stairs and Sherlock’s strength was failing him.