Sanctuary fic -- Neighbors

[artaxastra]

John Druitt isn't very good at being alone.

Comments

[penknife]

Oh, John. You're failing at the whole secret identity thing on so many levels here ...

[artaxastra]

Totally failing. Yes. John Watson? Staying in the same apartment for nine years?

[geonncannon]

I was a bit confused, but I quickly picked up on what was going on. ;-D A lovely, if sad, little story. I love outsider views on the Sanctuary and its strangeness. Very beautifully done.

[artaxastra]

Thank you! I love twisting them around and looking at them from the outside, seeing what they look like from an entirely different angle. John Druitt -- likeable neighbor?

[geonncannon]

At first I thought the James stuff was a comparison, like "And then his FRIEND moved in..." ;-D But this was just as good.

I still want to know what the people who own the buildings across from Helen's Sanctuary think.

"Anything happen while I was on vacation, Ted?"
"One of the towers exploded, and the glass in all the windows on the east side shattered."
"Aw, man, I miss everything."

[artaxastra]

*g* You've seriously got to ask yourself that! Talk about noisy neighbors!

[artaxastra]

He's so bad at actually being alone. He's terrible at actually not knowing anyone or having any human contact. This is his apartment in Tokyo, which has appeared in a couple of other stories. But he's just not tempermentally suited to being a lone wolf.

[darthanne]

Wonderfully original secret identity there, John.

I enjoyed this. It's nicely bittersweet, melancholy yet with some hope in there.

[artaxastra]

Yeah, not such a subtle secret identity! I'm glad you liked it.

[querulouspeg]

Argh I want John's apartment. When I win the lottery I might ask you to decorate my house...you always describe such lush interiors in your fics!

[artaxastra]

Thank you! I try to put thought into what makes a room say something about the person who it belongs to, what details make it real.