JOHNLOCK BIGBANG ART (Sherlock/John; R)
Title: Where He Can Follow
Author: taelynhawker
Beta: nynxlynx
Artist:thedeathchamber
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Rating: R
Warnings: None
Summary: Sherlock was a man without weakness until John Watson came along. Now he would burn all of London, even himself, if it meant keeping John safe. After the incident at the pool, the rules of the game have changed between Sherlock and Moriarty. Sherlock takes drastic measures to win, faking his death and leaving London to hunt down the madman and his pet assassin. But John has never been one to wait behind in safety, and he'd follow Sherlock anywhere, even into death. After he kills James Moriarty, that is.
Story link: Here.
Artist's notes: I honestly couldn't have picked a better story; marvelously evocative, with excellent characterization and artfully constructed plot. Tae has been supportive, encouraging and absolutely lovely to work with. So thank you to her and to the people who put together the Big Bang and made this possible!
Enjoy, and please comment! :)
And this, the way Sherlock's wild brilliant madness harmonizes so beautifully with John's quieter madness- is why he will follow Sherlock Holmes anywhere, everywhere.
He finds Sherlock, finally and just when panic was starting to win out over rational thought, in John’s own
bedroom. He’s sprawled all across the bed, fully and smartly dressed now, his coat is on, bare feet brushing the floor.
John is not quite sure how they got from Sherlock leaving to Sherlock above him, all around him,
hands everywhere, lips everywhere, but he can’t think straight long enough to ask, to protest.
Twenty minutes of sitting with his eyes closed and John is not fully asleep, but is very far from being awake, and he
begins to dream of Sherlock. He dreams of long fingers carding through his hair, tracing the tips of his ears, the curve of his jaw.
John steps out of the cover of the trees, gun raised and aimed.
Moriarty cuts a sharp figure against the fog and the tree line. He cannot see his features. He seems taller, larger,
in the dark of night and the wet fog. Like a monster from a child's storybook.
