1 - 20 of 630 Bookmarks
Pages Navigation
List of Bookmarks
-
Tags
Summary
When John is sixteen, his mum tells him that he’s a god. When John is thirty-six, he meets Sherlock Holmes, which is the bigger shock by far.
(A fic/art collaboration with the super talented tardigrad@tumblr. I wrote. She illustrated and betaed.)
-
Bookmark Collections:
-
Bookmark Tags:
-
Bookmark Tags:
-
Bookmark Tags:
-
Bookmark Tags:
Bookmark Notes:
Ch1
He spends an hour pleading with it to come back out. Then the bird, which appeared to have fallen asleep not long after John’s soul had climbed into it, hops up and flies out of his cupped hands. John shouts in terror and spends another half of an hour chasing it around the house.Eventually, John gives up on getting his soul back by talking at it and tries to will it out.
It works.
-
He can only get it back from wherever he’s placed it if he is touching either the container or the soul itself.
John vows to never place his soul inside a wild animal ever again. At least not without some extremely thorough precautions.
-
Normal people aren’t supposed to know about his kind. Even ignoring the likelihood of being locked up in some lab, it apparently goes against the universal balance and significantly increases the chances of universal collapse.John doesn’t want the universe to collapse.
-
John thinks the former is by far the smarter option. (He will have reason to rethink the soundness of this choice many times in the future.)
-
“What in the world are you talking about, Sherlock?” John asks. He puts on what undoubtedly is a very fake looking frown (it’s not his fault he wasn’t born with Sherlock’s acting abilities). “Are you on drugs? I thought you told Lestrade you were clean.”
-
The engine roars to life, and they’re hit with a blast of cold air from the now working air conditioner. “Jesus,” John sighs. “Your guardian angel must be a real overachiever.” He hadn’t been sure this would work. Had never even thought about trying it before.“No,” Sherlock replies thoughtfully. “I don’t think that’s it.”
-
In retrospect, John realises that he can only blame himself for what happens next, but what else was he supposed to have done? Let Sherlock die? Ignored his invitation to share a flat?Impossible.
-
“John,” he replies. A glance at the alarm clock on John’s bedside table. 4:12 AM. “Good morning.”Strange morning, John thinks. Inexplicable morning. Things like this don’t happen to other people morning.
John isn’t sure he would call it a good morning.
-