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Title: A New Kind of Communication
Author: tartanfics
Pairing/Characters: John/Sherlock, appearances by Lestrade and Sarah
Length: 10,201
Rating: This fic is on AO3 and it's not precisely specified, but I'd rate it a solid PG-13.
Warnings: None, unless character injury bugs you. Definite hurt/comfort vibe.
Verse: Sherlock (BBC)
Author's Summaries: Sherlock texts, Sherlock leaves notes, Sherlock phones John, and he never really says anything.
Reccer's Comments: This story captures, with unbelievable deftness, the strange space that textual communication has come to occupy in modern life. What's not said aloud is often said between the lines, in the metaphorical white-space that we've permitted text messages, IMs, emails, and other forms of written communication to occupy (if I had a penny for every time I've made an admission or an intimation in writing that I would never have done aloud, I'd be rich). The dialogue and characterization are spot on, and the emotional tension builds, rises, and breaks so gracefully that the ending, in spite of not venturing into fully explicit territory, is just as satisfying as the hottest smut you could ask for.
Author: tartanfics
Pairing/Characters: John/Sherlock, appearances by Lestrade and Sarah
Length: 10,201
Rating: This fic is on AO3 and it's not precisely specified, but I'd rate it a solid PG-13.
Warnings: None, unless character injury bugs you. Definite hurt/comfort vibe.
Verse: Sherlock (BBC)
Author's Summaries: Sherlock texts, Sherlock leaves notes, Sherlock phones John, and he never really says anything.
Reccer's Comments: This story captures, with unbelievable deftness, the strange space that textual communication has come to occupy in modern life. What's not said aloud is often said between the lines, in the metaphorical white-space that we've permitted text messages, IMs, emails, and other forms of written communication to occupy (if I had a penny for every time I've made an admission or an intimation in writing that I would never have done aloud, I'd be rich). The dialogue and characterization are spot on, and the emotional tension builds, rises, and breaks so gracefully that the ending, in spite of not venturing into fully explicit territory, is just as satisfying as the hottest smut you could ask for.