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The Perils of Urban Warfare by phantomjam (PG-13)
Fandom: SHERLOCK
Pairing: John/Sherlock
Length: 7,300 words
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phantomjam
Author Website: Fanfiction Masterlist
Why this must be read:
This is a story about John and why he and Sherlock get along so well together. John's... not quite normal, although he appears that way to most. This story is framed around visits to John's therapist and his confused but deliberate choice to define himself as as not-quite-normal and use Sherlock as a substitute for therapy. This writer's prose is snappy, crisp, and brilliant. This is an example of how the very best professional writers write short stories -- with every word carefully chosen and sentences that sing. All that technical brilliance, and also an incredibly engaging story. I highly recommend this one.
John likes to think that he doesn’t delude himself. Not too much, at least. He knows in many ways that he’s not cut out for civilian life. He itches when he walks down the street without the weight of a weapon on him, carries himself like he’s expecting a dressing-down at any moment for not conforming to uniform regs, and treats every conversation like a tactical engagement: get in, get what you need and pull out as quickly and cleanly as possible. He has this tendency, he’s noted, to clasp his hands behind his back and avoid eye contact whenever he’s in a situation he’s not comfortable with (which is often), falling into the defensive posture typically adopted in the face of psychotic officers the world over.
It’s lucky for him that Sherlock doesn’t really do conversations. What Sherlock considers conversation is more akin to a staccato burst of machinegun fire strafing over John’s head in a spray of logic-based shrapnel and deadly hand-grenades of intuition.
When he bothers to remember you’re in the room, that is.
Duck and cover and try to keep up: it’s a tactic that John is familiar with, comforting, and Sherlock seems to find some entertainment in his pragmatic, guerrilla approach to their relationship. Acquaintance. Whatever it is.
It does worry John that he frames his life solely in terms of military metaphor these days. It’s the kind of thing Thompson tells him he should be bringing up in their sessions or writing about in that useless blog, but no power on earth short of Sherlock waking up one morning as a socially-conscious philanthropist could compel him to actually mention it.
The Perils of Urban Warfare
Pairing: John/Sherlock
Length: 7,300 words
Author on LJ:
phantomjamAuthor Website: Fanfiction Masterlist
Why this must be read:
This is a story about John and why he and Sherlock get along so well together. John's... not quite normal, although he appears that way to most. This story is framed around visits to John's therapist and his confused but deliberate choice to define himself as as not-quite-normal and use Sherlock as a substitute for therapy. This writer's prose is snappy, crisp, and brilliant. This is an example of how the very best professional writers write short stories -- with every word carefully chosen and sentences that sing. All that technical brilliance, and also an incredibly engaging story. I highly recommend this one.
John likes to think that he doesn’t delude himself. Not too much, at least. He knows in many ways that he’s not cut out for civilian life. He itches when he walks down the street without the weight of a weapon on him, carries himself like he’s expecting a dressing-down at any moment for not conforming to uniform regs, and treats every conversation like a tactical engagement: get in, get what you need and pull out as quickly and cleanly as possible. He has this tendency, he’s noted, to clasp his hands behind his back and avoid eye contact whenever he’s in a situation he’s not comfortable with (which is often), falling into the defensive posture typically adopted in the face of psychotic officers the world over.
It’s lucky for him that Sherlock doesn’t really do conversations. What Sherlock considers conversation is more akin to a staccato burst of machinegun fire strafing over John’s head in a spray of logic-based shrapnel and deadly hand-grenades of intuition.
When he bothers to remember you’re in the room, that is.
Duck and cover and try to keep up: it’s a tactic that John is familiar with, comforting, and Sherlock seems to find some entertainment in his pragmatic, guerrilla approach to their relationship. Acquaintance. Whatever it is.
It does worry John that he frames his life solely in terms of military metaphor these days. It’s the kind of thing Thompson tells him he should be bringing up in their sessions or writing about in that useless blog, but no power on earth short of Sherlock waking up one morning as a socially-conscious philanthropist could compel him to actually mention it.
The Perils of Urban Warfare