Fic rec: Consequentialism
Title: Consequentialism
Author: Iamshadow21
Pairing: Gen
Length: 3,080 words
Rating: Teen
Warnings: none needed by comm rules
Verse: Sherlock BBC
Author's summary: John decides to take things into his own hands, so to speak.
Reccer's comments: This is a completely unsentimental self-harm fic. John comes back from the war, feeling useless and broken. He develops his own ideas about the best forms of therapy for this.
As one of Consequentialism’s AO3 tags reads, ‘You can be fucked up without being a woobie’. Author, POV character and third party - no prizes for guessing that’s Sherlock - just look at the subject and its functions straight on. One of those pieces of writing that help you understand just a little bit more about how people get through life.
For all that everyone thinks that his limp is in his head, it's real enough to send him sprawling on the floor when he moves about the bedsit without his cane.
He catches himself on his bad arm, and the jolt of pain isn't just bad, it's enough to make his ears sing and the edges of his vision dim a little for a few seconds. It's a bolt of raw agony from his mangled shoulder down to his fingertips.
That's interesting, he thinks, when the pain has ebbed enough to gulp in a breath.
For a little while longer, he lies curled on his side on the floor, waiting for his heart rate to stop racing and for the sweat to cool on his brow. For the first time in weeks, his brain is ticking over with tests, with possibilities.
If shouting is all his body seems to understand, John Watson intends to scream his loudest at it.
Author: Iamshadow21
Pairing: Gen
Length: 3,080 words
Rating: Teen
Warnings: none needed by comm rules
Verse: Sherlock BBC
Author's summary: John decides to take things into his own hands, so to speak.
Reccer's comments: This is a completely unsentimental self-harm fic. John comes back from the war, feeling useless and broken. He develops his own ideas about the best forms of therapy for this.
As one of Consequentialism’s AO3 tags reads, ‘You can be fucked up without being a woobie’. Author, POV character and third party - no prizes for guessing that’s Sherlock - just look at the subject and its functions straight on. One of those pieces of writing that help you understand just a little bit more about how people get through life.
For all that everyone thinks that his limp is in his head, it's real enough to send him sprawling on the floor when he moves about the bedsit without his cane.
He catches himself on his bad arm, and the jolt of pain isn't just bad, it's enough to make his ears sing and the edges of his vision dim a little for a few seconds. It's a bolt of raw agony from his mangled shoulder down to his fingertips.
That's interesting, he thinks, when the pain has ebbed enough to gulp in a breath.
For a little while longer, he lies curled on his side on the floor, waiting for his heart rate to stop racing and for the sweat to cool on his brow. For the first time in weeks, his brain is ticking over with tests, with possibilities.
If shouting is all his body seems to understand, John Watson intends to scream his loudest at it.