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kiromenanz) wrote2015-01-14 07:26 pm
kiromenanz) wrote2015-01-14 07:26 pm
Parallel (by brbsoulnomming)
Words: 77k
Warnings: sex, off-screen death, mild, consenting somnophilia
Rating: M
Genre: case-fic, romance, crime
Pairing: John/Sherlock, OCs
Summary: Written for a prompt over on sherlockbbc_fic: There's a case at a secondary school/University, some series of threats or string of bizarre murders that has the entire campus shaken. In the course of the investigation, Sherlock and John meet two students. One is well liked if not popular, athletic, intelligent without showing off, involved only because they were close to a victim or witnessed something important. The other is a loner with no regard for social norms, an insufferable genius, always in the chem lab, and involved because everyone, including teachers/professors, think they're behind everything.
Sherlock and John are responsible for these two meeting. And, because they both want to help with the investigation, they get to watch them become friends and fall a little in love. And that makes them feel things about themselves that they've been working very hard to not feel, thank you.
Alright, so this is another fill for the same prompt for which Rhyme (written by parachute_silks) was also a fill, and it is just as wonderful although it is completely different. I feel Parallel is a little lighter, a little more fast-paced, our Sherlock/John Mirror-OCs (I'll just call them that) only meet through the case for the first time and become friends. The similarities between John and Sam and Sherlock and Fiona are clearer than they were in Rhyme, Sherlock's and John's relationship is not depicted with as much depth in Parallel as it was in Rhyme, but more fun and very fluffy in parts.
Long story short: Both stories are amazing and you should give Parallel a go, even (or especially) if you've read Rhyme. Watching two author's responses to the same prompt is extremely interesting and I couldn't pick a favorite of the two, because they were both just plain amazing, although completely different.
John comes out of the kitchen with a pair of mugs, then. Sherlock waits until John’s handed them to the girls before saying, “You texted me to come home for a tea party?”
John turns to face him, looking vaguely confused, then irritated. “I texted you to come home because we had a break in.”
He looks back at the girls, and Sherlock follows his gaze. Brown looks vaguely guilty, but Masters just stares at him, unapologetic.
“I see,” Sherlock says, then raises an eyebrow at John. “And your response was to give them tea?”
“I’m English,” John replies matter-of-factly. “My response to everything is tea."
***
“One of you explain, quickly, or I will arrest you both.”
John clears his throat. “We can’t actually arrest them, Sherlock,” he mutters as an aside.
Sherlock sighs. “I know, John, that’s not the point. They don’t know that. Don’t undermine me in front of the children,” he hisses quietly.
***
John looks after her, vaguely confused. He’s not particularly up for trying to process any of that right now, and he rather wishes people would stop trying to have confusing conversations with him when he’s exhausted.
Warnings: sex, off-screen death, mild, consenting somnophilia
Rating: M
Genre: case-fic, romance, crime
Pairing: John/Sherlock, OCs
Summary: Written for a prompt over on sherlockbbc_fic: There's a case at a secondary school/University, some series of threats or string of bizarre murders that has the entire campus shaken. In the course of the investigation, Sherlock and John meet two students. One is well liked if not popular, athletic, intelligent without showing off, involved only because they were close to a victim or witnessed something important. The other is a loner with no regard for social norms, an insufferable genius, always in the chem lab, and involved because everyone, including teachers/professors, think they're behind everything.
Sherlock and John are responsible for these two meeting. And, because they both want to help with the investigation, they get to watch them become friends and fall a little in love. And that makes them feel things about themselves that they've been working very hard to not feel, thank you.
Alright, so this is another fill for the same prompt for which Rhyme (written by parachute_silks) was also a fill, and it is just as wonderful although it is completely different. I feel Parallel is a little lighter, a little more fast-paced, our Sherlock/John Mirror-OCs (I'll just call them that) only meet through the case for the first time and become friends. The similarities between John and Sam and Sherlock and Fiona are clearer than they were in Rhyme, Sherlock's and John's relationship is not depicted with as much depth in Parallel as it was in Rhyme, but more fun and very fluffy in parts.
Long story short: Both stories are amazing and you should give Parallel a go, even (or especially) if you've read Rhyme. Watching two author's responses to the same prompt is extremely interesting and I couldn't pick a favorite of the two, because they were both just plain amazing, although completely different.
John comes out of the kitchen with a pair of mugs, then. Sherlock waits until John’s handed them to the girls before saying, “You texted me to come home for a tea party?”
John turns to face him, looking vaguely confused, then irritated. “I texted you to come home because we had a break in.”
He looks back at the girls, and Sherlock follows his gaze. Brown looks vaguely guilty, but Masters just stares at him, unapologetic.
“I see,” Sherlock says, then raises an eyebrow at John. “And your response was to give them tea?”
“I’m English,” John replies matter-of-factly. “My response to everything is tea."
***
“One of you explain, quickly, or I will arrest you both.”
John clears his throat. “We can’t actually arrest them, Sherlock,” he mutters as an aside.
Sherlock sighs. “I know, John, that’s not the point. They don’t know that. Don’t undermine me in front of the children,” he hisses quietly.
***
John looks after her, vaguely confused. He’s not particularly up for trying to process any of that right now, and he rather wishes people would stop trying to have confusing conversations with him when he’s exhausted.