FILL - Tick Tock, Tick Tock - 1/3
anonymous
July 3 2011, 20:20:07 UTC
A/N: I hope this is what you were looking for, OP! If it wasn't, I apologise, as Sherlock's a bit dark and creepy in this. Thank you for the brilliant prompt, though, and I really hope this is to your liking. :)
Tick Tock, Tick TockSherlock is ten years old when he decides that hearts are ugly
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Re: FILL - Tick Tock, Tick Tock - 2/3
anonymous
July 3 2011, 20:23:13 UTC
There are complications, of course. Being largely unable to comprehend emotion occasionally leaves Sherlock at a loose end, and algorithms and equations will only get him so far in his understanding of motives, of emotional cause and effect. John Watson limps into the lab at St. Bart’s and after the usual rapid-fire deductions about the man’s character, profession and personal history, Sherlock performs a quick calculation in his head. How much pleasure will x bring me? he thinks, where x is sharing a flat with John Watson. Intensity, duration, certainty/uncertainty, propinquity/remoteness, fecundity, purity, extent: 7 variables measured on a scale of 1-10 that will give him his answer, rather than relying on gut feeling which doesn’t work anywhere near as well without that ugly bundle of veins and arteries that used to live in his chest
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Authornon is useless and forgot to mention that the hedonic calculus is belong to Jeremy Bentham and Utilitarianism, and is definitely not of authornon's own devising.
De-anoning OP heresofish_sashaJuly 5 2011, 22:39:31 UTC
That. Is. BRILLIANT! Here, have a cookie. Hell, have as many cookies as you like! :D I love the fic, and don't worry, I also love the darkness of Sherlock in it. Considering the subject matter it'd be quite odd if he wasn't a bit not good, as it were.
Fill#2: The Clockwork Monster
anonymous
July 9 2011, 00:37:30 UTC
There once was a man so very afraid He cut out his old heart and had it replaced With clockwork of copper, bronze, iron and tin And sealed it up tight so no love could get in
He worked so efficiently, gleaming with oil Why hadn’t he thought of this ages ago? It ticked faster when running with no sign of strain It worked as a metronome each time he played
The old Stradivarius, sitting alone Waiting patiently for its master to come home It’s polished each evening and handled with care The one thing of beauty its player can bear
They join in the night and the violin sings With the passion his master’s hands draw from within All his anger, fear, and despair calculated What has this clockwork monster created?
He’s never breathed easier, the man contemplated The empty space in his chest ticking and sated He smiles to himself when his work has been done But sighs when he can’t share it with anyone
He should be adored, so brilliant and sharp But who'd ever want a man with a tin heart?
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Tick Tock, Tick TockSherlock is ten years old when he decides that hearts are ugly ( ... )
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I'm going to read it again.
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I love the list of variables and probabilities Sherlock keeps rattling off. This has a great steampunk/magic realism feel.
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*mems fic*
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He cut out his old heart and had it replaced
With clockwork of copper, bronze, iron and tin
And sealed it up tight so no love could get in
He worked so efficiently, gleaming with oil
Why hadn’t he thought of this ages ago?
It ticked faster when running with no sign of strain
It worked as a metronome each time he played
The old Stradivarius, sitting alone
Waiting patiently for its master to come home
It’s polished each evening and handled with care
The one thing of beauty its player can bear
They join in the night and the violin sings
With the passion his master’s hands draw from within
All his anger, fear, and despair calculated
What has this clockwork monster created?
He’s never breathed easier, the man contemplated
The empty space in his chest ticking and sated
He smiles to himself when his work has been done
But sighs when he can’t share it with anyone
He should be adored, so brilliant and sharp
But who'd ever want a man with a tin heart?
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