Fic Rec: Ten Days
Title: Ten Days
Author: Engazed
Pairing: John/Mary, but it's not the focus of the story
Length: 133761 words
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Rape/Non-Con, Graphic Violence, Major Character Death (Not Sherlock or John)
Verse: Sherlock BBC
Author's summary: Sherlock Holmes has been dead for forty months, and John is at last beginning to live his life again. But just when he is beginning to believe that he might be happy, his world crashes back down around him.
John is named a missing person. Someone is pointing DI Lestrade in the wrong direction. And as the days pass, his situation only grows more dire. It seems like the disappearance of his best friend is the only thing that can bring Sherlock Holmes back from the dead.
Reccer's comments: This one is intense, folks, but oh so worth it. This one will heavily appeal to all the John!Wumpage fans out there, and boy, does it deliver in spades. I've never read a fic that puts John through as much as this one does. And the characterisation of Sherlock is lovely and spot-on.
Sherlock has been gone for forty months, with no intentions of ever returning, when Molly contacts him with news that John has disappeared. Sherlock returns, revealing himself only to Lestrade and Molly, and sets out to solve the case. The situation, and by extension Sherlock, becomes more desperate when the reason for John's disappearance becomes apparent.
It beeped again. With an unsteady finger, Sherlock retrieved the next photo.
John was on the floor, flat on his stomach with his arms stretched out above him. His back, it appeared, had been mutilated with a knife. And then Sherlock recognised it: seven instances of the grouped letters I, O, and U had been carved into the skin.
He let out a shout of horror and stumbled backwards, as though to distance himself from the photo in his own hand; but his hand locked the phone in place, and his eyes, wide with disbelief, couldn’t pull away.
‘Sherlock!’ said Lestrade, stepping forward, but Sherlock put out a hand to forestall him. His head swam, his vision blurred. He felt like he would be sick.
The phone beeped one more time. This time, it was a text:
Find Sherlock, or the next time
you see our Johnny boy, it will
be bit by bit.
Sherlock dropped the phone. The battery popped out and the screen went dark. He cried out, a long, terrible cry of anger mixing perilously with fear, and he tore his fingers through his hair. He started pacing erratically, and when he met with a wall, he kicked it, slammed his hands against it, screaming.
‘Sherlock!’ Lestrade said in panic. Molly stood with hands covering her mouth, her wide eyes shining with tears. ‘Sherlock, stop! Stop! Molly, put that battery back in, I need to see it. Sherlock!’
Sherlock twisted around, his face warped in rage and terror. A single tear slid down his cheek, but he didn’t feel it. ‘Is he dead? Is Moriarty really dead?’
Author: Engazed
Pairing: John/Mary, but it's not the focus of the story
Length: 133761 words
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Rape/Non-Con, Graphic Violence, Major Character Death (Not Sherlock or John)
Verse: Sherlock BBC
Author's summary: Sherlock Holmes has been dead for forty months, and John is at last beginning to live his life again. But just when he is beginning to believe that he might be happy, his world crashes back down around him.
John is named a missing person. Someone is pointing DI Lestrade in the wrong direction. And as the days pass, his situation only grows more dire. It seems like the disappearance of his best friend is the only thing that can bring Sherlock Holmes back from the dead.
Reccer's comments: This one is intense, folks, but oh so worth it. This one will heavily appeal to all the John!Wumpage fans out there, and boy, does it deliver in spades. I've never read a fic that puts John through as much as this one does. And the characterisation of Sherlock is lovely and spot-on.
Sherlock has been gone for forty months, with no intentions of ever returning, when Molly contacts him with news that John has disappeared. Sherlock returns, revealing himself only to Lestrade and Molly, and sets out to solve the case. The situation, and by extension Sherlock, becomes more desperate when the reason for John's disappearance becomes apparent.
It beeped again. With an unsteady finger, Sherlock retrieved the next photo.
John was on the floor, flat on his stomach with his arms stretched out above him. His back, it appeared, had been mutilated with a knife. And then Sherlock recognised it: seven instances of the grouped letters I, O, and U had been carved into the skin.
He let out a shout of horror and stumbled backwards, as though to distance himself from the photo in his own hand; but his hand locked the phone in place, and his eyes, wide with disbelief, couldn’t pull away.
‘Sherlock!’ said Lestrade, stepping forward, but Sherlock put out a hand to forestall him. His head swam, his vision blurred. He felt like he would be sick.
The phone beeped one more time. This time, it was a text:
Find Sherlock, or the next time
you see our Johnny boy, it will
be bit by bit.
Sherlock dropped the phone. The battery popped out and the screen went dark. He cried out, a long, terrible cry of anger mixing perilously with fear, and he tore his fingers through his hair. He started pacing erratically, and when he met with a wall, he kicked it, slammed his hands against it, screaming.
‘Sherlock!’ Lestrade said in panic. Molly stood with hands covering her mouth, her wide eyes shining with tears. ‘Sherlock, stop! Stop! Molly, put that battery back in, I need to see it. Sherlock!’
Sherlock twisted around, his face warped in rage and terror. A single tear slid down his cheek, but he didn’t feel it. ‘Is he dead? Is Moriarty really dead?’