Fic Rec: London Orbital
Title: London Orbital
Author: merripestin
Pairing: Gen
Length: 13,627 words
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Verse: Sherlock BBC
Author's summary: "I'm driving first," Sally said. "Guv can take over after me. If we're all still mad enough to be at this after that, John can drive third shift. Then the freak, if we decide we can risk it."
"John doesn't drive," said Sherlock.
"Then what's John along for?" Sally protested. Which Greg reckoned had to be just Sally trying to wind Sherlock up. She knew better. All night in a car with Sherlock was bad enough. All night driving round and round the M25 looking for a killer, with Sherlock deprived of John Watson, sounded like a new circle of hell.
Reccer's comments: Safe Distance was and is one of my absolute favorite fics in Sherlock fandom and Drouk is a freakin' classic, so when I saw merripestin's name come up, you better believe I was on this fic like that. And once again, this author doesn't disappoint. First of all, I have a serious love for Lestrade POV. His eyes are my favorite to see John and Sherlock's relationship through, and merripestin writes him and the lens he provides just brilliantly. Secondly, if there's one thing I'm a sucker for when it comes to fic, to fiction in general, it's well-written, fast-paced, witty banter. And guys. Guys. The banter. Everyone is characterized beautifully and I can just see and hear all of them so clearly in this fic, it's brilliant. From Sherlock's grabby-hands possessiveness of John to their midddle-school spat to Lestrade's long-suffering resignation and Donovan's bite, it all fits. It's funny, it's sharp, it's case-fic, it's just enough Sherlock/John to make your tummy twist...it's excellent.
They got in, John on the passenger side, Greg going around to sit behind Sally.
"Oh, don't sit behind me," Sherlock snapped at John, in that manner he put on, like a posh professor scolding a backward kid. "Go round the other side."
"Yeah, why?" John said, at once patient and wryly confrontational.
"So I can see you without getting a crick in my neck," Sherlock said, as if this were the most obvious and sensible reason in the world.
Sally snickered loudly. "Best do it, John. My sis cried six hours once in an aeroplane, when her Ted got packed in a suitcase instead of the carry-on bag."
Author: merripestin
Pairing: Gen
Length: 13,627 words
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Verse: Sherlock BBC
Author's summary: "I'm driving first," Sally said. "Guv can take over after me. If we're all still mad enough to be at this after that, John can drive third shift. Then the freak, if we decide we can risk it."
"John doesn't drive," said Sherlock.
"Then what's John along for?" Sally protested. Which Greg reckoned had to be just Sally trying to wind Sherlock up. She knew better. All night in a car with Sherlock was bad enough. All night driving round and round the M25 looking for a killer, with Sherlock deprived of John Watson, sounded like a new circle of hell.
Reccer's comments: Safe Distance was and is one of my absolute favorite fics in Sherlock fandom and Drouk is a freakin' classic, so when I saw merripestin's name come up, you better believe I was on this fic like that. And once again, this author doesn't disappoint. First of all, I have a serious love for Lestrade POV. His eyes are my favorite to see John and Sherlock's relationship through, and merripestin writes him and the lens he provides just brilliantly. Secondly, if there's one thing I'm a sucker for when it comes to fic, to fiction in general, it's well-written, fast-paced, witty banter. And guys. Guys. The banter. Everyone is characterized beautifully and I can just see and hear all of them so clearly in this fic, it's brilliant. From Sherlock's grabby-hands possessiveness of John to their midddle-school spat to Lestrade's long-suffering resignation and Donovan's bite, it all fits. It's funny, it's sharp, it's case-fic, it's just enough Sherlock/John to make your tummy twist...it's excellent.
They got in, John on the passenger side, Greg going around to sit behind Sally.
"Oh, don't sit behind me," Sherlock snapped at John, in that manner he put on, like a posh professor scolding a backward kid. "Go round the other side."
"Yeah, why?" John said, at once patient and wryly confrontational.
"So I can see you without getting a crick in my neck," Sherlock said, as if this were the most obvious and sensible reason in the world.
Sally snickered loudly. "Best do it, John. My sis cried six hours once in an aeroplane, when her Ted got packed in a suitcase instead of the carry-on bag."