Rec: Sherlock (TV)
Title: Sustain (Or Concerto for the Famished in D Minor)
Author: Maybe_Amanda and OneMillionAndNine
Pairing: Sherlock Holmes/Molly Hooper
Summary: "So now you're behaving like a six year old 'cause he didn't take you along on his honeymoon?" Lestrade said. "Grow the hell up."
Molly could see people like John Watson and Sarah Sawyer down on the Earth, falling in love, getting married, living lives, but she felt she was an untethered idiot sailing towards disaster. They'd probably have a baby soon, too.
More than anything else, that filled Molly with a guilty fury. She couldn't remember a time when she didn't want a baby. When she'd been younger, it seemed as though she had all the time in the world to fall in love, marry, and have children all her own. Now, it seemed that time had slipped past her while she was dating all the substandard, reheated cabbage London had to offer.
All she really wanted out of life was a little - a very little - baby. Was that so much to ask?
But, come to think of it, that wasn't impossible, was it? She'd considered it on and off, mentioned it once or twice, only to have those she'd mentioned it to look either pitying or horrified. She probably couldn't afford to raise a child in London, but she had saved plenty over the years, and with the sale of the chip shop she could buy a cozy little place somewhere in the country. Why not? Really, why not?
There and then, at John Watson's wedding reception, wearing the little black dress she kept in the back of her cupboard for special occasions, Dr. Molly Hooper pulled out a pen and wrote out a plan on a cocktail serviette.
It looked like this:
A.I?
New Job ?????
House ??!!!!!!!! Garden??!
And then she doodled pictures of cats at the bottom.
She had to admit, she'd had a bit to drink.
INSTANT REC! - (This is so good it has sat open in a tab on my computer for over a week just so I could rec it as soon as it was finished.)
I am recc'ing this fic to everyone, everywhere who has ever liked a good romance. Not a soppy romance. Or a sickeningly sweet romance. But a romance where the protagonists fall in love and stay in love despite love being mostly miserable and hard.
This fic has a warning for het. But I would like to suggest that you overlook the pairing and just read it. Even if this isn't your fandom. Even if you don't care about Molly Hooper. Probably, even if you can't stand Sherlock Holmes. It is amazing and intense and beautiful in so very many ways.
It pretty much hits all my buttons. It has adults being sensible and gratuitous procreation. It has characters who actually show some development over the course of the story. And it is gloriously long. I can't imagine anything more perfect and I'm still reeling a little from the shock of discovering something this wonderful exists.
Enjoy!
Author: Maybe_Amanda and OneMillionAndNine
Pairing: Sherlock Holmes/Molly Hooper
Summary: "So now you're behaving like a six year old 'cause he didn't take you along on his honeymoon?" Lestrade said. "Grow the hell up."
Molly could see people like John Watson and Sarah Sawyer down on the Earth, falling in love, getting married, living lives, but she felt she was an untethered idiot sailing towards disaster. They'd probably have a baby soon, too.
More than anything else, that filled Molly with a guilty fury. She couldn't remember a time when she didn't want a baby. When she'd been younger, it seemed as though she had all the time in the world to fall in love, marry, and have children all her own. Now, it seemed that time had slipped past her while she was dating all the substandard, reheated cabbage London had to offer.
All she really wanted out of life was a little - a very little - baby. Was that so much to ask?
But, come to think of it, that wasn't impossible, was it? She'd considered it on and off, mentioned it once or twice, only to have those she'd mentioned it to look either pitying or horrified. She probably couldn't afford to raise a child in London, but she had saved plenty over the years, and with the sale of the chip shop she could buy a cozy little place somewhere in the country. Why not? Really, why not?
There and then, at John Watson's wedding reception, wearing the little black dress she kept in the back of her cupboard for special occasions, Dr. Molly Hooper pulled out a pen and wrote out a plan on a cocktail serviette.
It looked like this:
A.I?
New Job ?????
House ??!!!!!!!! Garden??!
And then she doodled pictures of cats at the bottom.
She had to admit, she'd had a bit to drink.
INSTANT REC! - (This is so good it has sat open in a tab on my computer for over a week just so I could rec it as soon as it was finished.)
I am recc'ing this fic to everyone, everywhere who has ever liked a good romance. Not a soppy romance. Or a sickeningly sweet romance. But a romance where the protagonists fall in love and stay in love despite love being mostly miserable and hard.
This fic has a warning for het. But I would like to suggest that you overlook the pairing and just read it. Even if this isn't your fandom. Even if you don't care about Molly Hooper. Probably, even if you can't stand Sherlock Holmes. It is amazing and intense and beautiful in so very many ways.
It pretty much hits all my buttons. It has adults being sensible and gratuitous procreation. It has characters who actually show some development over the course of the story. And it is gloriously long. I can't imagine anything more perfect and I'm still reeling a little from the shock of discovering something this wonderful exists.
Enjoy!