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No Bed is Narrow by innie_darling
Title: No Bed is Narrow
Author:
innie_darling
Pairing: Sherlock/John, OMC/OMC
Length: ~7581 words
Rating: R
Warnings: None
Verse: Sherlock BBC
Author's summary: (none listed)
Reccer's comments: This fic is a remix of Winter's Delights by
kate_lear which focuses on my favorite OC from that story: Evander! I adored this chance to watch the events of John's first meeting with Sherlock's family unfold from a different POV. And the best part is
innie_darling's creation of a whole new plot line just for Evander. It makes you want more long after you're done.
"Dear boy," Mycroft said, affecting surprise, and Evander raised his cup to his lips to hide his smile. Every twenty-three days, Mycroft managed to procure confirmation that he was alive and well; sometimes the contact was as simple as a quick phone call during a lunch hour, and sometimes the CCTV cameras were particularly attuned to him. He knew quite well that Mycroft had a schedule worked out to allow him to keep tabs on all of the cousins, their partners, their parents, and their progeny. He was willing to bet that Sherlock got a daily dose...
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Pairing: Sherlock/John, OMC/OMC
Length: ~7581 words
Rating: R
Warnings: None
Verse: Sherlock BBC
Author's summary: (none listed)
Reccer's comments: This fic is a remix of Winter's Delights by
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"Dear boy," Mycroft said, affecting surprise, and Evander raised his cup to his lips to hide his smile. Every twenty-three days, Mycroft managed to procure confirmation that he was alive and well; sometimes the contact was as simple as a quick phone call during a lunch hour, and sometimes the CCTV cameras were particularly attuned to him. He knew quite well that Mycroft had a schedule worked out to allow him to keep tabs on all of the cousins, their partners, their parents, and their progeny. He was willing to bet that Sherlock got a daily dose...