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Attempting to excise my Sherlock feels in a more productive way than simply rolling around on the floor, clutching at my own face. OMG I WROTE SOMETHING IN ANOTHER FANDOM, WHAT. WHAT.
Title: After The Storm
Pairing/Characters: This is about as slashy as the series, which is to say, it's totally John/Sherlock.
Summary, Etc: ~300 words, post-Reichenbach. It's oh so quiet.
( The body parts in the fridge were annoying, but the emptiness is worse. )
Okay, I think I can breathe now. Everyone go and read this fucking fic, for a more perfect post-Reichenbach resolution will never be written.
Title: After The Storm
Pairing/Characters: This is about as slashy as the series, which is to say, it's totally John/Sherlock.
Summary, Etc: ~300 words, post-Reichenbach. It's oh so quiet.
( The body parts in the fridge were annoying, but the emptiness is worse. )
Okay, I think I can breathe now. Everyone go and read this fucking fic, for a more perfect post-Reichenbach resolution will never be written.
