Major Pieces by Lindentreeisle (teen and up)
Fandom: SHERLOCK BBC
Pairing: Sherlock Holmes & John Watson
Length: 31,858 words
Author on LJ: lindentreeisle
Author Website: AO3
Why this must be read:
Major Pieces is an exciting casefic with a wonderful Sherlock/John dynamic and a nail-biting, almost erotic, Sherlock/Moriarty standoff. There's nothing I like better than a long fic that leaves me wanting more. This one delivers.
Read it or listen to the podic, skillfully read by diane_mckay, or do both (I did).
"Were you even listening to yourself in there? A doctor who's also ex-Army? What are you trying to do to me?" He loved Sherlock like a brother, he really did, but it was in those moments where he once again demonstrated not just a lack of sympathy but a complete unawareness for other people, particularly John, that he wondered why he even bothered.
Sherlock laughed easily. "Oh, is that all." He waved furiously at a cab.
"Is that- Sherlock!" Sherlock scrambled into the cab and John dove in after. "Dammit, Sherlock-"
"You are no murderer, John. Even Lestrade isn't that blind. You heard Donovan, if anyone on this case is likely to be accused of serial mutilation, it's me." He flashed John his tight little smile as if John was just thinking up excuses for him to show off. Look at me, I'm too clever for words. The prick. "You could easily imagine it as one of my experiments- post-exsanguination incision of the mucus membranes, perhaps."
John's stomach lurched. "Stop it. No I can't."
"A joke, John!" Sherlock cocked an eyebrow at him. "You know that." He sounded surprised, perhaps because John's sense of humor was normally as morbid as his. But somehow John couldn't laugh at the image of Sherlock-as-pigeonholed-sociopath just then.
"I know," John said. And he did know, with a rigid certainty, in the same way he knew that air was breathable. Sherlock was mad and brilliant and selfish, but he didn't cut people up for fun or to send messages or any other reason. He was vain and playing-at-being-crazy was the only form of self-deprecation he engaged in, because insinuations that he was a psychopath didn't matter to him. But they mattered to John, who bristled every time a copper said freak or psycho - because Sherlock's morality was confused, but it was there and it was blatantly obvious to anyone who bothered to look.
"You also didn't finish at the bottom of your class," Sherlock resumed. "Unlike our killer, you are a very good doctor."
"I'm a rubbish one with a hand tremor. That's why I'm not a surgeon now." John hadn't meant to sound so sulky, but he was thinking of Sherlock the other day, saying John was a surgeon, Inspector.
Sherlock waved a hand dismissively. "You aren't well-dressed."
"Cheers, Sherlock."
"Most significantly, you do not view people as interchangeable parts. Or you would not waste as much time caring about them as you persist in doing."
John laughed a little. "This is probably the least flattering reassurance ever."
"You want me to lie?" Sherlock asked scornfully. "Or just dress up the truth for you? The truth is what it is."
John sighed. "Don't get in a strop over it. Look, I'm only pointing out that it's not on to suggest your flatmate is a serial killer."
Major Pieces
Major Pieces podfic
Pairing: Sherlock Holmes & John Watson
Length: 31,858 words
Author on LJ: lindentreeisle
Author Website: AO3
Why this must be read:
Major Pieces is an exciting casefic with a wonderful Sherlock/John dynamic and a nail-biting, almost erotic, Sherlock/Moriarty standoff. There's nothing I like better than a long fic that leaves me wanting more. This one delivers.
Read it or listen to the podic, skillfully read by diane_mckay, or do both (I did).
"Were you even listening to yourself in there? A doctor who's also ex-Army? What are you trying to do to me?" He loved Sherlock like a brother, he really did, but it was in those moments where he once again demonstrated not just a lack of sympathy but a complete unawareness for other people, particularly John, that he wondered why he even bothered.
Sherlock laughed easily. "Oh, is that all." He waved furiously at a cab.
"Is that- Sherlock!" Sherlock scrambled into the cab and John dove in after. "Dammit, Sherlock-"
"You are no murderer, John. Even Lestrade isn't that blind. You heard Donovan, if anyone on this case is likely to be accused of serial mutilation, it's me." He flashed John his tight little smile as if John was just thinking up excuses for him to show off. Look at me, I'm too clever for words. The prick. "You could easily imagine it as one of my experiments- post-exsanguination incision of the mucus membranes, perhaps."
John's stomach lurched. "Stop it. No I can't."
"A joke, John!" Sherlock cocked an eyebrow at him. "You know that." He sounded surprised, perhaps because John's sense of humor was normally as morbid as his. But somehow John couldn't laugh at the image of Sherlock-as-pigeonholed-sociopath just then.
"I know," John said. And he did know, with a rigid certainty, in the same way he knew that air was breathable. Sherlock was mad and brilliant and selfish, but he didn't cut people up for fun or to send messages or any other reason. He was vain and playing-at-being-crazy was the only form of self-deprecation he engaged in, because insinuations that he was a psychopath didn't matter to him. But they mattered to John, who bristled every time a copper said freak or psycho - because Sherlock's morality was confused, but it was there and it was blatantly obvious to anyone who bothered to look.
"You also didn't finish at the bottom of your class," Sherlock resumed. "Unlike our killer, you are a very good doctor."
"I'm a rubbish one with a hand tremor. That's why I'm not a surgeon now." John hadn't meant to sound so sulky, but he was thinking of Sherlock the other day, saying John was a surgeon, Inspector.
Sherlock waved a hand dismissively. "You aren't well-dressed."
"Cheers, Sherlock."
"Most significantly, you do not view people as interchangeable parts. Or you would not waste as much time caring about them as you persist in doing."
John laughed a little. "This is probably the least flattering reassurance ever."
"You want me to lie?" Sherlock asked scornfully. "Or just dress up the truth for you? The truth is what it is."
John sighed. "Don't get in a strop over it. Look, I'm only pointing out that it's not on to suggest your flatmate is a serial killer."
Major Pieces
Major Pieces podfic