Fic Rec: The Walking Man
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221b_recsTitle: The Walking Man
Author: suitesamba
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Length: 2200 words
Rating: Teen
Warnings: None
Verse: Sherlock BBC
Author's summary: When it was all over, when the east wind had blown through and they picked themselves off the pavement, Sherlock said enough.
Eighteen years later, the real journey begins.
Reccer's comments: So we'll start things off with a Series 4 fic already! If you don't want any spoilers for series 4, best to stop now.
Even though this one was written before The Final Problem aired, it still fits in very well with the canon we ended up with. It's a quietly lyrical piece, more of a character study than anything else, that takes a quote from The Lying Detective and shows how Sherlock puts it into practice. Your life is not your own.
In only 2200 words, the author shows how Sherlock and John remake themselves into the men they need to be so that after eighteen years, they can finally come together as they were always meant to. Told from Sherlock's point of view, we get a sense of how he has made fruitful use of this long period of waiting, and how it all pays off in the end.
Perhaps he hides, or perhaps he waits. He’s taken a cottage in Sussex, and he is not short of visitors, some that drop in for a romp through the mind palace, and others who bring tea and biscuits or deliveries from town. He lives alone, as he must. It’s for the best. A necessity, not a choice.
Rebuilt on the same chassis, he is a reimagined update of a failed design.
He indulges in an occasional cigarette, but he’s been otherwise clean all these years. It is easier here, away from the bustle of London, easier in his new profession, easier because he has solved the final problem, and knows at last to whom his life belongs.
Author: suitesamba
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Length: 2200 words
Rating: Teen
Warnings: None
Verse: Sherlock BBC
Author's summary: When it was all over, when the east wind had blown through and they picked themselves off the pavement, Sherlock said enough.
Eighteen years later, the real journey begins.
Reccer's comments: So we'll start things off with a Series 4 fic already! If you don't want any spoilers for series 4, best to stop now.
Even though this one was written before The Final Problem aired, it still fits in very well with the canon we ended up with. It's a quietly lyrical piece, more of a character study than anything else, that takes a quote from The Lying Detective and shows how Sherlock puts it into practice. Your life is not your own.
In only 2200 words, the author shows how Sherlock and John remake themselves into the men they need to be so that after eighteen years, they can finally come together as they were always meant to. Told from Sherlock's point of view, we get a sense of how he has made fruitful use of this long period of waiting, and how it all pays off in the end.
Perhaps he hides, or perhaps he waits. He’s taken a cottage in Sussex, and he is not short of visitors, some that drop in for a romp through the mind palace, and others who bring tea and biscuits or deliveries from town. He lives alone, as he must. It’s for the best. A necessity, not a choice.
Rebuilt on the same chassis, he is a reimagined update of a failed design.
He indulges in an occasional cigarette, but he’s been otherwise clean all these years. It is easier here, away from the bustle of London, easier in his new profession, easier because he has solved the final problem, and knows at last to whom his life belongs.
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