Fic Rec: Nothing to Make a Song About
Title: Nothing to Make a Song About
Author: emmagrant01
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Length: 36833
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: None
Verse: Sherlock BBC
Author's summary: When Sherlock returned from his faked death, John could not forgive him for the deception and broke off their friendship. Ten years later, John returns to London in search of yet another new beginning. Sherlock, not surprisingly, is waiting.
Reccer's comments: John's been running away from Sherlock for ten years, while Sherlock's been...growing up. Although I'm as much of a fan of codependency as the next person, I also love when Sherlock isn't completely lost without his blogger. Sherlock misses John; John misses Sherlock; and there's just enough angst to keep this a darker shade of fluff.
Excerpt:
"Right through there," Greg said, pointing at a corridor beyond another door. "Four fucking murders in London today, and my usual forensics team is stuck at another one. They'll be here in half an hour, but we needed someone who could give us some information before the trail gets cold."
"Yeah, of course. I'm glad to help."
"I owe you one. I'll be back in a few minutes; gotta make a quick phone call. They're expecting you, so just take a look and tell them whatever you can."
He turned and walked away, already tapping at his mobile. John walked through the door and down the corridor, through an open doorway into a well-lit room.
And froze, heart in his throat. The corpse of a woman was lying prone on the floor in a pool of blood, limbs unnaturally askew, and leaning over the corpse was a very familiar figure.
John closed his eyes, transported back in time for a brief, exhilarating, dizzying moment.
Shit.
"John, glad you could come." Sherlock didn't even look up at him; his gazed was fixed on the body. "I could use your opinion on this."