Sherlock is amazing at disguising. John knows this; he's seen him in countless disguises and if Sherlock really tries he can make himself look completely unlike himself. Then one day for a case Sherlock wears a disguise John hasn't seen on him before, and John recognises him. Recognises him as the first man he ever slept with, in a night club, who afterwards had said he had just needed a diversion to stop some other guy noticing him. Then left without looking back. The whole incident totally fucked up John's head for weeks, broke up his relationship, and almost got him kicked out of med school for not focussing/missing assignments/failing tests because all he could think about was what an idiot he'd been.
TL;DR - Sherlock disguises himself for a case, and John recognises him as the guy who shagged him in a night club (his first time with a bloke) when he was in med school before buggering off, in an incident that almost ruined John's life.
Re: Disguise, part 6d/?
anonymous
April 27 2011, 14:34:06 UTC
AMAZING. I love how John not only takes this madness in stride, but also just totally runs with it. given the prompt, it should be completely cracky but is somehow just awesome. LOVE THIS
Disguise, part 7a/?
anonymous
May 8 2011, 17:34:18 UTC
a/n: this part is divided into four comments. It appears that we're finally getting to the actual meat of the prompt. :) Thank you so much for all of the encouragement (and links to gorgeous arses!) so far. ♥
~*~John whistles to himself as he moves around the kitchen, putting away dishes and taking great pleasure in binning various leftover experiments that Sherlock's long abandoned
( ... )
Disguise, part 7b/?
anonymous
May 8 2011, 17:34:46 UTC
November 1992 -- Wild ThingsJohn dances with abandon in the middle of the dance floor. He's out with a few mates from medical school, having (a lot of) drinks and letting off some much deserved steam. They've just finished dissecting an entire cadaver; John can name each muscle, bone, and nerve, and it's high time he got well and truly pissed
( ... )
Disguise, part 7d/?
anonymous
May 8 2011, 17:36:31 UTC
December 1992 -- Southeast London
John wakes up with a start, rubbing his eyes and groaning at himself when he feels the puddle of drool soaking his pillowcase. The sunlight shining through his window is bright. So bright. Too bright.
Bloody fucking hell.
He sits up in bed and blinks at the clock. He's late. Late again, and, god, this time he might not be able to talk his way out of it. He rolls out of bed and stumbles around the room, grabbing trousers and tee shirts and sniffing them until he finds one that smells less offensive than the others, and pulls them on as he looks wildly around the tiny flat for his satchel.
When he finds it, he tears out of the and heads to Saint Bart's. It takes a full five minutes before he realizes that he's got no shoes on.
May 2010John stands in the middle of the empty examination room with his hands clenched. Every time he relaxes them they start to shake. And not in any of that 'intermittent tremor' shit that his therapist likes to talk about. Full on, teeth-rattling, actual
( ... )
Oh wow! This is brilliant! I love how you've just jumped from a seemingly amazing night to a month later, so we see how John's been suffering but we don't know yet exactly what Sherlock said/did that messed him up so much. I can't wait to see him talk to Sherlock again!
Re: Disguise, part 7d/?
anonymous
May 9 2011, 00:11:44 UTC
My spleen ruptured during the epic flailing that overcame me when I saw a new part had been posted. Then I promptly passed out in agony when I got to the end.
It was glorious. But not as glorious as this fic. I can't wait to see the confrontation between John and Sherlock. OMG. I'm seriously on edge.
Please don't make us wait too long for the next part, I beg of you!
Re: Disguise, part 7d/?
anonymous
May 9 2011, 09:05:09 UTC
Now onto the angst part... way to keep on edge!! Can't wait till the next time John sees Sherlock (and i wonder if Sherlock will remember or did he delete this memory...)
Disguise, part 8a/?
anonymous
May 12 2011, 01:06:11 UTC
a/n: this part is three comments. Rating-wise, I'd kick it up to an R now. Thank you all so much for your encouragement! ♥
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John walks out of the surgery, his mind numb, definitely worse for the wear. He looks back through the doorway and sees Prudence frowning at a patient, then glances across the street at the newsstand and he sighs.
Everywhere.
On the next block is the coffee shop where he first met Sherlock as 'Kate;' behind him is the street where he and Sherlock chased Tina during the phony vaccine case. He can't go home because Sherlock will be there, can't go to the market because he'll remember their laughter after John figured out Sherlock's disguise in the grocery line. He can't go to the newsstand, the surgery, the laundromat, the fitness centre; he can't even catch a cab. Because everything... everything is Sherlock.
Fucking hell.
So he does what everyone in his bloody family has done when things become far too much to handle all at once.
Then one day for a case Sherlock wears a disguise John hasn't seen on him before, and John recognises him. Recognises him as the first man he ever slept with, in a night club, who afterwards had said he had just needed a diversion to stop some other guy noticing him. Then left without looking back. The whole incident totally fucked up John's head for weeks, broke up his relationship, and almost got him kicked out of med school for not focussing/missing assignments/failing tests because all he could think about was what an idiot he'd been.
TL;DR - Sherlock disguises himself for a case, and John recognises him as the guy who shagged him in a night club (his first time with a bloke) when he was in med school before buggering off, in an incident that almost ruined John's life.
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~*~John whistles to himself as he moves around the kitchen, putting away dishes and taking great pleasure in binning various leftover experiments that Sherlock's long abandoned ( ... )
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November 1992 -- Wild ThingsJohn dances with abandon in the middle of the dance floor. He's out with a few mates from medical school, having (a lot of) drinks and letting off some much deserved steam. They've just finished dissecting an entire cadaver; John can name each muscle, bone, and nerve, and it's high time he got well and truly pissed ( ... )
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November 1992 -- Wild ThingsIt didn't take them long. Not long at all ( ... )
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December 1992 -- Southeast London
John wakes up with a start, rubbing his eyes and groaning at himself when he feels the puddle of drool soaking his pillowcase. The sunlight shining through his window is bright. So bright. Too bright.
Bloody fucking hell.
He sits up in bed and blinks at the clock. He's late. Late again, and, god, this time he might not be able to talk his way out of it. He rolls out of bed and stumbles around the room, grabbing trousers and tee shirts and sniffing them until he finds one that smells less offensive than the others, and pulls them on as he looks wildly around the tiny flat for his satchel.
When he finds it, he tears out of the and heads to Saint Bart's. It takes a full five minutes before he realizes that he's got no shoes on.
May 2010John stands in the middle of the empty examination room with his hands clenched. Every time he relaxes them they start to shake. And not in any of that 'intermittent tremor' shit that his therapist likes to talk about. Full on, teeth-rattling, actual ( ... )
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This is so exciting, but I feel so sad for John. What will become of them!!
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It was glorious. But not as glorious as this fic. I can't wait to see the confrontation between John and Sherlock. OMG. I'm seriously on edge.
Please don't make us wait too long for the next part, I beg of you!
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Can't wait till the next time John sees Sherlock (and i wonder if Sherlock will remember or did he delete this memory...)
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~*~
John walks out of the surgery, his mind numb, definitely worse for the wear. He looks back through the doorway and sees Prudence frowning at a patient, then glances across the street at the newsstand and he sighs.
Everywhere.
On the next block is the coffee shop where he first met Sherlock as 'Kate;' behind him is the street where he and Sherlock chased Tina during the phony vaccine case. He can't go home because Sherlock will be there, can't go to the market because he'll remember their laughter after John figured out Sherlock's disguise in the grocery line. He can't go to the newsstand, the surgery, the laundromat, the fitness centre; he can't even catch a cab. Because everything... everything is Sherlock.
Fucking hell.
So he does what everyone in his bloody family has done when things become far too much to handle all at once.
He goes to the pub.
~*~It's loud, noisy, and crowded. It's ( ... )
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