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"Open Season" on Lestrade = possible whumpage, violence, H/C
anonymous
December 9 2012, 16:05:33 UTC
Lestrade's made a lot of enemies in his time. Criminal enemies. After Sherlock's fall, the sensationalist media plays up Lestrade's disgrace and suspension from his position (along with plenty of photos), and some of those enemies realise that Lestrade is now a man alone, without the Yarders behind him, without so much as a baton for self-defence. In fact, it actually would solve some of the problems faced by the Met's senior leadership if Lestrade just... disappeared.
I'd like to see who (if anyone) realises how vulnerable Lestrade is and tries to watch out for him, before it's too late.
Whumpage, violence, and darkfic don't scare me. ;)
Fill: Everything You Know I Haven't Got, 10/?
anonymous
December 13 2012, 17:54:10 UTC
Bless him, Greg already had provided the most urgent information John required, hadn’t he? He was alive. He was conscious. He was lucid and bloody-minded enough to spend his remaining strength signalling for help against all possible hope.
And that strength was waning fast.
The boot lid groaned its complaint and then surrendered to the prise bar. John began a steady litany, knowing the words had their own job to do even as they bought him time to assess his patient.
"Greg, it's John. John Watson. I'm here with Mycroft Holmes. Help's on the way. Hold on, mate. It's over."
As his torch light roamed over Lestrade's body, John ruthlessly forced down the anguished OhJesusGod clawing its way up his chest and locked it away for a later time.
Hoping to confirm his identity through touch alone, he rested his fingers lightly on the crown of Lestrade's head.
"I'm going to cut this blindfold off now, all right?"
"John?" A shallow rasp of breath, a swipe of tongue across the torn mouth, and then another dry husk of a croak: "John. Yeah
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Re: Fill: Everything You Know I Haven't Got, 10/?
anonymous
December 13 2012, 18:14:32 UTC
"Do put some effort into making it worthwhile."
Ah, Mycroft. Obviously warped by years of dealing with Sherlock, who'd treat any straight-forward declaration of love/affection/respect with suspicion and contempt!
I love the matter-of-fact approach of both John and Lestrade here. They're both professionals, they're both aware of the severity of Lestrade's injuries, so instead of fussing they get on with it. Time for comfort later, when the crisis has passed!
Re: Fill: Everything You Know I Haven't Got, 10/?
anonymous
December 13 2012, 18:42:44 UTC
Obviously warped by years of dealing with Sherlock, who'd treat any straight-forward declaration of love/affection/respect with suspicion and contempt!
So very, very true! I'm so glad this came through as I'd intended.
I'm thrilled to hear that John's and Lestrade's matter-of-factness here makes sense with their characters. *happy dance*
Thanks a million for reading, and for your lovely encouragement!
Fill: Everything You Know I Haven't Got, 11/?
anonymous
December 13 2012, 18:26:31 UTC
John spared Mycroft a glance - the elder Holmes looked just as dishevelled and human as any middle-aged man of inaction should've done who'd fought his way over unfamiliar terrain in the middle of the night in a bespoke suit and Italian shoes - and then he returned to his labours, both grateful and bemused
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CORRECT VERSION: Fill: Everything You Know I Haven't Got, 11/?
anonymous
December 13 2012, 18:58:06 UTC
Epic Posting Fail: Apologies! Here's the correct version!John spared Mycroft a glance - the elder Holmes looked just as dishevelled and human as any middle-aged man of inaction should've done who'd fought his way over unfamiliar terrain in the middle of the night in a bespoke suit and Italian shoes - and then he returned to his labours, both grateful and bemused
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Re: CORRECT VERSION: Fill: Everything You Know I Haven't Got, 11/?
anonymous
December 14 2012, 02:13:52 UTC
I'm so tickled that you liked the mirroring/echoing with the "idiot" comment! Thank you. It helps me so much, knowing what worked.
Please tell me you're going to de-anon when you're done, so I can hunt down and read anything you've ever written.
Oh, what a wonderfully kind thing to say! I'm most grateful to you. Thank you so much for being interested in my other stories. I will indeed plan to de-anon when this is finished. (I may wait until I have a revised version of this to share/link, but if I do, that will only be a day or so, because I'm trying to revise as I go.)
I'd like to see who (if anyone) realises how vulnerable Lestrade is and tries to watch out for him, before it's too late.
Whumpage, violence, and darkfic don't scare me. ;)
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Thank you so much for reading. More is coming very, very soon.
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Love it!
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I'm soooo happy you're liking this. Thanks for reading. The next instalment will be up shortly.
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By which I mean, it's a very well-written piece and I look forward to any updates to be posted.
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Hope you like the next instalments. Thanks again.
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And that strength was waning fast.
The boot lid groaned its complaint and then surrendered to the prise bar. John began a steady litany, knowing the words had their own job to do even as they bought him time to assess his patient.
"Greg, it's John. John Watson. I'm here with Mycroft Holmes. Help's on the way. Hold on, mate. It's over."
As his torch light roamed over Lestrade's body, John ruthlessly forced down the anguished OhJesusGod clawing its way up his chest and locked it away for a later time.
Hoping to confirm his identity through touch alone, he rested his fingers lightly on the crown of Lestrade's head.
"I'm going to cut this blindfold off now, all right?"
"John?" A shallow rasp of breath, a swipe of tongue across the torn mouth, and then another dry husk of a croak: "John. Yeah ( ... )
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Ah, Mycroft. Obviously warped by years of dealing with Sherlock, who'd treat any straight-forward declaration of love/affection/respect with suspicion and contempt!
I love the matter-of-fact approach of both John and Lestrade here. They're both professionals, they're both aware of the severity of Lestrade's injuries, so instead of fussing they get on with it. Time for comfort later, when the crisis has passed!
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So very, very true! I'm so glad this came through as I'd intended.
I'm thrilled to hear that John's and Lestrade's matter-of-factness here makes sense with their characters. *happy dance*
Thanks a million for reading, and for your lovely encouragement!
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Please tell me you're going to de-anon when you're done, so I can hunt down and read anything you've ever written.
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Please tell me you're going to de-anon when you're done, so I can hunt down and read anything you've ever written.
Oh, what a wonderfully kind thing to say! I'm most grateful to you. Thank you so much for being interested in my other stories. I will indeed plan to de-anon when this is finished. (I may wait until I have a revised version of this to share/link, but if I do, that will only be a day or so, because I'm trying to revise as I go.)
Thank you, truly. *hugs*
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Thanks again for this! I'm de-anoning now (*waves*) and, just FYI, a much expanded/revised version of this fill is currently going up on my LJ.
Once again, I'm most grateful for your wonderful encouragement!
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