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The Most Dangerous Game by gestalt1 (NC-17)
Fandom: SHERLOCK
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Length: about 26,000 words
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gestalt1
Author Website: Masterlist of this author's work on their LJ.
Why this must be read:
I really, really love stories where John is dark and broken, which was hinted at in the show but never fully pursued. Fanfic writers can pursue those hints down the deepest, darkest paths and that is whatgestalt1 has done here. The premise is that Sherlock is secretly a serial killer and he finds a kindred spirit in John. The prose in this story is deliciously tense and we can see the inevitable progression of John's tendencies towards violence carefully played upon by Sherlock. Sherlock positively cultivates John in this story, finding himself a partner. And then you add Moriarty, and the game is ON between two intelligent serial killers.
Standing behind the police line, watching Sherlock sitting in the back of the ambulance with a bright orange shock blanket draped over his shoulders, John can’t believe quite how alive he feels. In that moment, everything had narrowed down to the gun and the target, the mind calm and focused, his hands steady. Exhaling, firing... then the world snapping back into motion as he ducked out of sight behind the wall. He should probably feel guilty about killing a man, but it’s nothing he hasn’t done before, and there’s no arguing that he deserved it. And he had probably saved Sherlock from a needlessly risky gamble.
He smiles at Sherlock when the man finally wriggles out of Lestrade’s clutches and comes over, feeling lighter and happier than he has ever been since coming back to Britain. He feels like he did something worthwhile tonight, protecting this man, no matter that they’ve only just met, and don’t exactly know each other yet. It’s a feeling of triumph he hasn’t felt since Afghanistan.
“You’re an unusually good shot for an army doctor,” Sherlock remarks once they’re out of earshot of the police, and of Mycroft.
“I practised,” John says, knowing he sounds a little defensive. “I take pride in my abilities. I enjoy it.” Sherlock cocks an eyebrow at him. “Being able to hit a target,” he adds hastily. “Not the... killing people thing.”
“I never said anything about killing.”
Goddamnit, John thinks. He doesn’t know why he bothers. Sherlock can read him like a book.
The Most Dangerous Game: Part 1
The Most Dangerous Game: Part 2
The Most Dangerous Game: Part 3
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Length: about 26,000 words
Author on LJ:
gestalt1Author Website: Masterlist of this author's work on their LJ.
Why this must be read:
I really, really love stories where John is dark and broken, which was hinted at in the show but never fully pursued. Fanfic writers can pursue those hints down the deepest, darkest paths and that is what
gestalt1 has done here. The premise is that Sherlock is secretly a serial killer and he finds a kindred spirit in John. The prose in this story is deliciously tense and we can see the inevitable progression of John's tendencies towards violence carefully played upon by Sherlock. Sherlock positively cultivates John in this story, finding himself a partner. And then you add Moriarty, and the game is ON between two intelligent serial killers.Standing behind the police line, watching Sherlock sitting in the back of the ambulance with a bright orange shock blanket draped over his shoulders, John can’t believe quite how alive he feels. In that moment, everything had narrowed down to the gun and the target, the mind calm and focused, his hands steady. Exhaling, firing... then the world snapping back into motion as he ducked out of sight behind the wall. He should probably feel guilty about killing a man, but it’s nothing he hasn’t done before, and there’s no arguing that he deserved it. And he had probably saved Sherlock from a needlessly risky gamble.
He smiles at Sherlock when the man finally wriggles out of Lestrade’s clutches and comes over, feeling lighter and happier than he has ever been since coming back to Britain. He feels like he did something worthwhile tonight, protecting this man, no matter that they’ve only just met, and don’t exactly know each other yet. It’s a feeling of triumph he hasn’t felt since Afghanistan.
“You’re an unusually good shot for an army doctor,” Sherlock remarks once they’re out of earshot of the police, and of Mycroft.
“I practised,” John says, knowing he sounds a little defensive. “I take pride in my abilities. I enjoy it.” Sherlock cocks an eyebrow at him. “Being able to hit a target,” he adds hastily. “Not the... killing people thing.”
“I never said anything about killing.”
Goddamnit, John thinks. He doesn’t know why he bothers. Sherlock can read him like a book.
The Most Dangerous Game: Part 1
The Most Dangerous Game: Part 2
The Most Dangerous Game: Part 3