Re: Baby Please Don't Go - OP HERE!!
anonymous
March 31 2011, 02:05:19 UTC
AHHHHHHHHH! Go Sherlock goooooooooo!!!! This is a mountain of awesome! The letter was great! And all of the "Fuck!"s cracked me up! *squeals*!!!!!!!!!! I'm spazzing!
Baby Please Don't Go - Part 5a
anonymous
April 3 2011, 02:28:33 UTC
A/N: I'm sorry this is so late, real life got in the way for a few days. Here, have the final part :D Just a warning, my knowledge of Heathrow airport is more or less non-existent, but I did Google how long it should take to get there from Baker Street. 36 minutes, apparently.
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He had no trouble hailing a taxi.
“Heathrow!” he demanded as he leapt into the black cab. “If you get me there in under half an hour I’ll give you a hundred quid.”
The cabbie, bless his soul, looked entirely unfazed, merely nodding his head once in the rearview mirror and setting off at a brisk pace.
Sherlock leaned back and closed his eyes. He tried to choke down the panic he could feel rising, threatening to totally overwhelm him. What if he didn’t get to John in time? Alright, so there was nothing stopping him emailing John, telling him everything. But Sherlock was afraid; he was afraid that once John was there, once he’d seen, felt and touched his new life, that maybe he wouldn’t want to come back
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Re: Baby Please Don't Go - Part 5a
anonymous
April 3 2011, 02:31:07 UTC
Another three minutes, running flat-out, brought him, finally, to Gate 43. There were people everywhere; people queuing to board, people hugging and kissing goodbye, and he was never going to find John in this mess.
“John!” he yelled, desperately.
Nearly everyone within a twenty-foot radius turned to stare at him, and he glared at them.
“Are any of you called John? No? Then kindly piss off,” he snarled, causing most of them to avert their eyes. Then, again, he called “John!”
At least six men looked back at him again, one saying tentatively,
“Um, yes?”
“Oh, for fuck’s -” They wouldn’t have this problem if John had been calling for him in a crowded airport.
He leapt up onto the nearest seat, and oh, that was much better. He caught sight of a familiar black jacket just disappearing through the gate, and he felt his insides twist, his hands start to tremble and his heart was hammering in a way that had nothing to do with having just run nearly a kilometre.
“JOHN WATSON,” he bellowed, and everyone turned to stare at him at that
( ... )
Baby Please Don't Go - Part 5c
anonymous
April 3 2011, 02:39:55 UTC
Somehow, in the midst of his manic running, between all the yelling and dodging, he’d completely failed to figure out what he was going to say to John once he found him. And now he was staning here, completely speechless and utterly terrified because it had to be perfect. He needed the exact, magical combination of words to convince John to stay, to leave the airport with him, come back to Baker street and never leave again. And right now, Sherlock’s mind was blank.
He stared at John, took in his blue eyes, his forehead currently crinkled in confusion, his broad, strong shoulders, his delightfully perfect jaw. He could feel the panic welling up again, because there was no way, there was no way this ridiculous, wonderful man standing infront was going to choose him, not after everything Sherlock had put him through for four years, not after Sherlock had completely failed to see what was right in front of him. Not when he had a whole other life waiting for him, one free of Sherlock’s moods, his experiments and his complete failure at
( ... )
Baby Please Don't Go - Part 5d
anonymous
April 3 2011, 02:48:07 UTC
By the end of his speech, Sherlock's eyes had dropped to the floor, and he cursed himself for a coward, but he simply couldn’t bring himself to look John in the eye and wait for his reaction. Because if he shook his head, if he said “I’m sorry,” if he -
He felt John’s fingers curve around his jaw and tilt his head back up.
John was smiling now, and shaking his head a little in wonder and disbelief. His eyes were bright and shining and Sherlock could see everything in them, everything that he’d been hoping for so desperately
( ... )
Re: Baby Please Don't Go - Part 5dshe_burns1April 3 2011, 02:56:31 UTC
This is the first fic I have EVER tracked on the meme because I wanted to be kept up to date on it SO BADLY.
This is one of the greatest things that has ever existed ever. I can't even go on enough about how much I adored it and every little thing about it that was priceless and perfect and wonderful.
I adore you, author!anon - you have brought nothing but happiness into my life with this wonderous piece of fiction - so much reccing of it, shall I do in the future!
ECSTATIC OP HERE!!!
anonymous
April 3 2011, 05:06:41 UTC
OH MY GOD THIS IS EVERYTHING I WANTED AND MORE!!!!!!!! I've been freaking my dog out from squealing throughout reading this ending! My god thank you SO much for this, it's PERFECT
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I am loving this!
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Go Sherlock GO!
Oh this is too much! You can't leave us like this! More! More!
Sherlock HAS to get there on time and there HAVE to be reunion kisses and... and....
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!
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He had no trouble hailing a taxi.
“Heathrow!” he demanded as he leapt into the black cab. “If you get me there in under half an hour I’ll give you a hundred quid.”
The cabbie, bless his soul, looked entirely unfazed, merely nodding his head once in the rearview mirror and setting off at a brisk pace.
Sherlock leaned back and closed his eyes. He tried to choke down the panic he could feel rising, threatening to totally overwhelm him. What if he didn’t get to John in time? Alright, so there was nothing stopping him emailing John, telling him everything. But Sherlock was afraid; he was afraid that once John was there, once he’d seen, felt and touched his new life, that maybe he wouldn’t want to come back ( ... )
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“John!” he yelled, desperately.
Nearly everyone within a twenty-foot radius turned to stare at him, and he glared at them.
“Are any of you called John? No? Then kindly piss off,” he snarled, causing most of them to avert their eyes. Then, again, he called “John!”
At least six men looked back at him again, one saying tentatively,
“Um, yes?”
“Oh, for fuck’s -” They wouldn’t have this problem if John had been calling for him in a crowded airport.
He leapt up onto the nearest seat, and oh, that was much better. He caught sight of a familiar black jacket just disappearing through the gate, and he felt his insides twist, his hands start to tremble and his heart was hammering in a way that had nothing to do with having just run nearly a kilometre.
“JOHN WATSON,” he bellowed, and everyone turned to stare at him at that ( ... )
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He stared at John, took in his blue eyes, his forehead currently crinkled in confusion, his broad, strong shoulders, his delightfully perfect jaw. He could feel the panic welling up again, because there was no way, there was no way this ridiculous, wonderful man standing infront was going to choose him, not after everything Sherlock had put him through for four years, not after Sherlock had completely failed to see what was right in front of him. Not when he had a whole other life waiting for him, one free of Sherlock’s moods, his experiments and his complete failure at ( ... )
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He felt John’s fingers curve around his jaw and tilt his head back up.
John was smiling now, and shaking his head a little in wonder and disbelief. His eyes were bright and shining and Sherlock could see everything in them, everything that he’d been hoping for so desperately ( ... )
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MY
GOD
HERE, HAVE MY HEART, TAKE IT, I DON'T WANT IT ANYMORE
THIS IS SO. FUCKING. CUTE
INCOHERENT COMMENT IS INCOHERENT
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This is one of the greatest things that has ever existed ever. I can't even go on enough about how much I adored it and every little thing about it that was priceless and perfect and wonderful.
I adore you, author!anon - you have brought nothing but happiness into my life with this wonderous piece of fiction - so much reccing of it, shall I do in the future!
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