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Fic: Midnight Clarity
Dec. 23rd, 2018 07:56 pmTitle: Midnight Clarity
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes (Howard)
Pairing/Characters: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
Summary: After John Norton's second arrest, things aren't yet back to normal.
Rating: PG-13
Length: Short (1,108 words)
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me.
Notes/Warnings: It's Christmas, so I wrote a "The Case of the Christmas Pudding" tag. It may not even be the last because this episode is A Lot. Title is a bit of a play on "It Came Upon a Midnight Clear."
Excerpt:
Watson didn’t sound as if he was going to stop talking any time soon. I stopped listening around when he told me that sometimes he thought I needed a nurse. I stood by what I had done, but I wouldn’t deny that I was rattled now- yes, by the neat bullet holes in that dummy’s forehead, but perhaps a little more by the fear in his voice. If I had to choose between his safety and his feelings, his safety would always win- but it was a bitter calculation, all the same. Sometimes I really was afraid that I would drive him away- with my tricks, my experiments, my disguises, my violin, my recklessness. Other times, I was afraid that I wouldn’t.
On AO3
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes (Howard)
Pairing/Characters: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
Summary: After John Norton's second arrest, things aren't yet back to normal.
Rating: PG-13
Length: Short (1,108 words)
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me.
Notes/Warnings: It's Christmas, so I wrote a "The Case of the Christmas Pudding" tag. It may not even be the last because this episode is A Lot. Title is a bit of a play on "It Came Upon a Midnight Clear."
Excerpt:
Watson didn’t sound as if he was going to stop talking any time soon. I stopped listening around when he told me that sometimes he thought I needed a nurse. I stood by what I had done, but I wouldn’t deny that I was rattled now- yes, by the neat bullet holes in that dummy’s forehead, but perhaps a little more by the fear in his voice. If I had to choose between his safety and his feelings, his safety would always win- but it was a bitter calculation, all the same. Sometimes I really was afraid that I would drive him away- with my tricks, my experiments, my disguises, my violin, my recklessness. Other times, I was afraid that I wouldn’t.
On AO3
