Summary of original prompt: Sherlock/Highlander crossover/fusion
AN: Yeah, I have no idea either.
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John opens his eyes with a gasp. The air going into his lungs burns, and he gives a series of great, chest-rattling coughs, curling onto his side.
The front of his shirt is wet and sticky. John touches his fingers to it. They come away red.
He stares up at Sherlock. "You shot meSherlock is sitting on the couch, in much the same spot he was fifteen minutes ago when--yes, John remembers now--he shot John in the doorway of their sitting room, just as John was getting back from doing the shop.
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death, be not proud 1b/1
anonymous
March 22 2011, 17:09:48 UTC
The very good swordmaker that Sherlock refers to turns out to live in Japan, and the very next day they are on a plane, first class to Narita. Sherlock, in a rare display of quiescence, lets down his seat back until he's almost horizontal, stretches out his legs, and closes his eyes, hands folded on his chest
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death, be not proud 1c/1
anonymous
March 22 2011, 17:10:27 UTC
Afterwards, they lie in Sherlock's bed, the sweat still cooling on their bodies.
"How was that, then?" asks Sherlock. "Your first Quickening."
John draws in a deep breath. "Amazing. Brilliant."
Sherlock smiles without opening his eyes. "That's what people usually say."
"Piss off," John says, affectionately. "Have you done this for a lot of other people, then? Coaching them through, through immortality?"
"Never," Sherlock replies, clipped. His brow furrows slightly, and he somehow manages to look insulted despite lying on his stomach in bed with his eyes closed.
"Oh." John stares at the ceiling in amazement. "Why, then? Why me? Why go to all this trouble?"
Sherlock cracks open one eye and glares balefully at John. "Because you're mineJohn thinks he should find the statement comforting, but his guts continue to twist as he rolls onto his side to look at Sherlock. "We're going to have to kill each other eventually, aren't we
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Re: death, be not proud 1c/1akasha_lilianMarch 24 2011, 19:09:45 UTC
Soooo brilliant! Loved the way you built in the real Sherlock story as to how he died and also explained his reappearance with that. Ingenious! But also lovely ending, although I still don't see Sherlock as a bottom (new to the fandom, but have read this fairly often by now) somehow... Lovely story though!
Re: death, be not proud 1c/1
anonymous
March 25 2011, 02:25:13 UTC
you brought Reichenbach in!!!! :D the ending was strangely touching. if you allow me to, I'll just go sit on the corner and cry a bit of happy tears for a while.
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Rating of Material: R (for sexual content)
Prompt Post (1-5?): 2
Category (1-6?): 1 (AU/Fantasy)
Warnings: Violence, m/m sexual content
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Summary of original prompt: Sherlock/Highlander crossover/fusion
AN: Yeah, I have no idea either.
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John opens his eyes with a gasp. The air going into his lungs burns, and he gives a series of great, chest-rattling coughs, curling onto his side.
The front of his shirt is wet and sticky. John touches his fingers to it. They come away red.
He stares up at Sherlock. "You shot meSherlock is sitting on the couch, in much the same spot he was fifteen minutes ago when--yes, John remembers now--he shot John in the doorway of their sitting room, just as John was getting back from doing the shop. ( ... )
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"How was that, then?" asks Sherlock. "Your first Quickening."
John draws in a deep breath. "Amazing. Brilliant."
Sherlock smiles without opening his eyes. "That's what people usually say."
"Piss off," John says, affectionately. "Have you done this for a lot of other people, then? Coaching them through, through immortality?"
"Never," Sherlock replies, clipped. His brow furrows slightly, and he somehow manages to look insulted despite lying on his stomach in bed with his eyes closed.
"Oh." John stares at the ceiling in amazement. "Why, then? Why me? Why go to all this trouble?"
Sherlock cracks open one eye and glares balefully at John. "Because you're mineJohn thinks he should find the statement comforting, but his guts continue to twist as he rolls onto his side to look at Sherlock. "We're going to have to kill each other eventually, aren't we ( ... )
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"Allow me to demonstrate." I am going to be grinning like a loon for the rest of the morning.
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But also lovely ending, although I still don't see Sherlock as a bottom (new to the fandom, but have read this fairly often by now) somehow...
Lovely story though!
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the ending was strangely touching. if you allow me to, I'll just go sit on the corner and cry a bit of happy tears for a while.
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What is this EPICNESS???
♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
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I love that movie hardcore.
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but now you make me crave immortal mycroft stories :D
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This fic is now de-anoned and cleaned up; you can find the crossroads post here.
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This is everything I never knew I wanted. Hope you continue this after the challenge ends!
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