Remix of nox_candida: "War Dog (an Operation Leopard remix)"
Original Author: nox_candida
Original Story Title: Operation Leopard
Original Story Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/318486
Original Story Pairings/Characters: Sherlock/John
Original Story 'Verse: BBC
Original Story Rating: Teen
Original Story Warnings/Content Notes: Alternate Universe
Remix Author: keerawa
Remix Story Title:War Dog (an Operation Leopard remix)
Remix Story Pairings/Characters: Sherlock/John
Remix Story 'Verse: BBC
Remix Story Rating: PG-13
Remix Story Warnings/Content Notes: AU 221B. This story is a companion to my first remix of nox_candida's fic, Plausible Deniability, but can be read as a stand-alone.
Remix Story Beta and/or Britpicker: Thanks to Stevie for the beta and Brit-pick.
Summary: Skills and attitudes developed to survive in a combat zone may make reintegration into civilian life difficult for returning soldiers.
John Watson. Doctor Watson. Captain Watson. Whisky. And now, fifteen years later, I'm meant to be John Watson again? It’s impossible.
When the Americans pulled their troops out of Vietnam, they left their war dogs behind, to be put down. Redundant war materiel - too dangerous for peacetime.
“Bit not good,” I tell Sherlock, as I’ve told myself a hundred times, trying to remember how to be a civilian, a decent human being. Every night I dream of battlefield surgeries, of firefights and HALO jumps. I’m not haunted by the war. I lost everyone I ever cared for to that damned war, but I still … I miss it.
I drop the ‘psychosomatic limp’ within a day, ploy forgotten in the rush of a roof-top chase, and the arrogant git assumes he cured it. I shoot a man dead, and he covers it up.
I’m under orders to start a romantic relationship with Sherlock. He’s brilliant, and gorgeous, and absolutely mad. How he survived this long without a keeper is a mystery. He has one now. A keeper. I’m keeping him.
I think the British government owes me that much.
Civilian life isn't so bad. Compared to Sherlock, I can pass for normal. His Work requires the best and worst of my skills. And London? The city's just one more battlefield.
Original Story Title: Operation Leopard
Original Story Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/318486
Original Story Pairings/Characters: Sherlock/John
Original Story 'Verse: BBC
Original Story Rating: Teen
Original Story Warnings/Content Notes: Alternate Universe
Remix Author: keerawa
Remix Story Title:War Dog (an Operation Leopard remix)
Remix Story Pairings/Characters: Sherlock/John
Remix Story 'Verse: BBC
Remix Story Rating: PG-13
Remix Story Warnings/Content Notes: AU 221B. This story is a companion to my first remix of nox_candida's fic, Plausible Deniability, but can be read as a stand-alone.
Remix Story Beta and/or Britpicker: Thanks to Stevie for the beta and Brit-pick.
Summary: Skills and attitudes developed to survive in a combat zone may make reintegration into civilian life difficult for returning soldiers.
John Watson. Doctor Watson. Captain Watson. Whisky. And now, fifteen years later, I'm meant to be John Watson again? It’s impossible.
When the Americans pulled their troops out of Vietnam, they left their war dogs behind, to be put down. Redundant war materiel - too dangerous for peacetime.
“Bit not good,” I tell Sherlock, as I’ve told myself a hundred times, trying to remember how to be a civilian, a decent human being. Every night I dream of battlefield surgeries, of firefights and HALO jumps. I’m not haunted by the war. I lost everyone I ever cared for to that damned war, but I still … I miss it.
I drop the ‘psychosomatic limp’ within a day, ploy forgotten in the rush of a roof-top chase, and the arrogant git assumes he cured it. I shoot a man dead, and he covers it up.
I’m under orders to start a romantic relationship with Sherlock. He’s brilliant, and gorgeous, and absolutely mad. How he survived this long without a keeper is a mystery. He has one now. A keeper. I’m keeping him.
I think the British government owes me that much.
Civilian life isn't so bad. Compared to Sherlock, I can pass for normal. His Work requires the best and worst of my skills. And London? The city's just one more battlefield.