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221_b_baker_streetTitle: John's Meta: Dressing Wounds
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saki101
Characters/Pairings: Sherlock/John, Mary/John
Rating: Between PG-13 and R-ish
Genre: Slash, metafiction
Word Count: ~2.5K
Disclaimer: Sherlock is not mine and no money is being made.
Summary: In the months between the shooting and Christmas, John reflects.
A/N: More musings about Series Three and how it might connect to things that went before. Dressing Wounds may be read alone or together with John's Meta: Your Life and Mine.
Excerpt:
The light is fading. The bit of blue in the sky is gone, the wind picking up again. You should be back soon from Bart’s.
A taxi stops outside. I listen. I listened for months after you fell, hoping, hoping, strangled by hope. I hear the door shut, your foot on the stair. I glance at my laptop screen. I haven’t written much, deleted most of what I did write. It’s hard for me to tie this down in words. I was really just waiting for you to return.
(A set of coordinating photos may be found here.)
On LJ
On AO3
Author:
saki101Characters/Pairings: Sherlock/John, Mary/John
Rating: Between PG-13 and R-ish
Genre: Slash, metafiction
Word Count: ~2.5K
Disclaimer: Sherlock is not mine and no money is being made.
Summary: In the months between the shooting and Christmas, John reflects.
A/N: More musings about Series Three and how it might connect to things that went before. Dressing Wounds may be read alone or together with John's Meta: Your Life and Mine.
Excerpt:
The light is fading. The bit of blue in the sky is gone, the wind picking up again. You should be back soon from Bart’s.
A taxi stops outside. I listen. I listened for months after you fell, hoping, hoping, strangled by hope. I hear the door shut, your foot on the stair. I glance at my laptop screen. I haven’t written much, deleted most of what I did write. It’s hard for me to tie this down in words. I was really just waiting for you to return.
(A set of coordinating photos may be found here.)
On LJ
On AO3
