Fic: A Sense of Scale
Title: A Sense of Scale
Rating: T for vague allusions to past abuse.
Pairing: Sherlock/John, unrequited; John/Mary, background
Summary: Sherlock was broken. He couldn’t remember when or how or why it became so - as a child, he’d been much less precise in his deletions, and the answers to these questions were as irretrievable to him as the time he learned that the earth went ‘round the sun. He had never tried to hide it or deny it - truth and facts, after all, were what he lived for.
Warnings: Vague allusions to past abuse. Sad.
A/N: This fic has been tormenting me and has been stuck in the “I want to be written but I don’t want to solidify” realm for YEARS. AT LAST I HAVE PURGED IT.
As usual, many thanks to rougewinter for being my lovely beta, and thank you also aeria_cretin for coming up with a title (because I am hopeless). Title taken from this poem.
Dedicated to: My baby cousin. Not so baby anymore, really. We’re not as close as we used to be, but she’ll always be my favourite baby cousin, and I wish she never had to go through what she did. One day maybe I’ll have the courage to show this to her, and to give her the hug and the kiss I never gave her.
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