Break and Build, by radialarch
Title: Break and Build
Author: radialarch
Pairing: Gen, but I'm happy to read it as pre-slash because that's how I roll
Length: 3444
Rating: G
Verse: BBC Sherlock
Author's summary: Sherlock Holmes would rather have the truth.
Written for this prompt:
does anyone know of a fic where sherlock makes a wish/casts a spell as a young boy to find someone who understands him and then he meets john ...
Reccer's comments: The prompt pretty much delivers the plot, so I've elided most of it. Though you'll wind up reading the prompt if you click on the link ... Anyway, my note on the PDF of this fic I have on my hard drive reads "not slash but I love Sherlock's loneliness here." Something else to love is Sherlock's courage, I think, which he demonstrates by deciding to risk losing the human connection he has longed for, rather than perhaps maintain it by means other than John's choice. The prose is spare, elliptical, allusive. It's difficult to choose an excerpt because in a story so delicately hinged every line gathers force from every other, but here's a bit from Sherlock's university days:
"Stop," Victor says, with a catch in his voice. "Shut up. Are you high?"
Sherlock considers this. "Not yet," he says, snapping upwards in a smooth motion to face Victor. "It stimulates the brain. Helps me think."
It's glorious, the things he can see like this: the flicker in Victor's eyes and clench of his jaw. The paint is flaking from the corner of the ceiling closest to the window and the afternoon sunlight filters perfectly through dust. There are novels woven into soft creases of cotton and rivers suspended in minute water droplets, and he can catch every last detail, know what it means.
Read on the AO3.
Author: radialarch
Pairing: Gen, but I'm happy to read it as pre-slash because that's how I roll
Length: 3444
Rating: G
Verse: BBC Sherlock
Author's summary: Sherlock Holmes would rather have the truth.
Written for this prompt:
does anyone know of a fic where sherlock makes a wish/casts a spell as a young boy to find someone who understands him and then he meets john ...
Reccer's comments: The prompt pretty much delivers the plot, so I've elided most of it. Though you'll wind up reading the prompt if you click on the link ... Anyway, my note on the PDF of this fic I have on my hard drive reads "not slash but I love Sherlock's loneliness here." Something else to love is Sherlock's courage, I think, which he demonstrates by deciding to risk losing the human connection he has longed for, rather than perhaps maintain it by means other than John's choice. The prose is spare, elliptical, allusive. It's difficult to choose an excerpt because in a story so delicately hinged every line gathers force from every other, but here's a bit from Sherlock's university days:
"Stop," Victor says, with a catch in his voice. "Shut up. Are you high?"
Sherlock considers this. "Not yet," he says, snapping upwards in a smooth motion to face Victor. "It stimulates the brain. Helps me think."
It's glorious, the things he can see like this: the flicker in Victor's eyes and clench of his jaw. The paint is flaking from the corner of the ceiling closest to the window and the afternoon sunlight filters perfectly through dust. There are novels woven into soft creases of cotton and rivers suspended in minute water droplets, and he can catch every last detail, know what it means.
Read on the AO3.