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you'll never be alone in the bone orchard by Sarah T (Mature)
Fandom: SHERLOCK
Pairing: none
Length: 9,114 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
harriet_spy
Author Website: on AO3, Sometimes You Need A Story
Why this must be read:
This is one of those fics that has had me thinking about it ever since I first read it. What if Mycroft was the Holmes that John met first? What if Mycroft liked to collect useful things, like ex-military doctors that can shoot well and without remorse? This is a fantastic story with dark themes. The characterization of John here is lovely and scary precisely because you can see how close to the canon the author has kept the psychology of the character. Got to love dark!John fic. ^_^
"You're offering me a job as an…an official government assassin?"
Holmes raised an eyebrow. "Is there a problem?"
"You met me on a park bench three days ago. You hardly know me."
"I assure you, Dr. Watson, I know all I need to know to make the offer."
John wished he didn't believe it, but if the man had gotten to his therapist, he'd surely been able to help himself to John's official records.
"What about—" He glanced down, reflexively, at his leg.
"That characteristic will be taken into account for as long as it need be."
Whatever that meant. "And I don't know you at all. Why should I trust you?"
Holmes smiled, all teeth. "Strictly speaking, you shouldn't. But if you think you can do better, by all means, return to your charming bed-sit. I give you three months before you put that stolen service weapon of yours to the use you always intended it for, but I have been wrong before."
John swallowed. And then swallowed again. "How can you possibly…" He let it trail off. He was angry, yes, and afraid, but that was rushing him forward, rather than back. He knew he was being manipulated; Holmes seemed to understand how to stick his long fingers right into John's soul and twiddle the knobs to get the result he wanted. But it was still real. Holmes had made him want something for the first time since he'd begged God for his life while bleeding out by the side of a dusty road. That something was mostly to hit Mycroft Holmes, but John thought it might carry him a lot further.
"Fine," he said abruptly.
Holmes tilted his head. "Fine?"
"Fine. I'll take the job."
"Oh, you did that the moment you set foot in this building." Holmes rose. "But let me congratulate you officially." He offered his hand.
John repressed a snort, feeling a little disappointed. He was already looking forward to the day he could actually surprise him. "Thank you, Mr. Holmes."
"Please," the man said. "Call me Mycroft."
you'll never be alone in the bone orchard by Sarah T
Pairing: none
Length: 9,114 words
Author on LJ:
harriet_spyAuthor Website: on AO3, Sometimes You Need A Story
Why this must be read:
This is one of those fics that has had me thinking about it ever since I first read it. What if Mycroft was the Holmes that John met first? What if Mycroft liked to collect useful things, like ex-military doctors that can shoot well and without remorse? This is a fantastic story with dark themes. The characterization of John here is lovely and scary precisely because you can see how close to the canon the author has kept the psychology of the character. Got to love dark!John fic. ^_^
"You're offering me a job as an…an official government assassin?"
Holmes raised an eyebrow. "Is there a problem?"
"You met me on a park bench three days ago. You hardly know me."
"I assure you, Dr. Watson, I know all I need to know to make the offer."
John wished he didn't believe it, but if the man had gotten to his therapist, he'd surely been able to help himself to John's official records.
"What about—" He glanced down, reflexively, at his leg.
"That characteristic will be taken into account for as long as it need be."
Whatever that meant. "And I don't know you at all. Why should I trust you?"
Holmes smiled, all teeth. "Strictly speaking, you shouldn't. But if you think you can do better, by all means, return to your charming bed-sit. I give you three months before you put that stolen service weapon of yours to the use you always intended it for, but I have been wrong before."
John swallowed. And then swallowed again. "How can you possibly…" He let it trail off. He was angry, yes, and afraid, but that was rushing him forward, rather than back. He knew he was being manipulated; Holmes seemed to understand how to stick his long fingers right into John's soul and twiddle the knobs to get the result he wanted. But it was still real. Holmes had made him want something for the first time since he'd begged God for his life while bleeding out by the side of a dusty road. That something was mostly to hit Mycroft Holmes, but John thought it might carry him a lot further.
"Fine," he said abruptly.
Holmes tilted his head. "Fine?"
"Fine. I'll take the job."
"Oh, you did that the moment you set foot in this building." Holmes rose. "But let me congratulate you officially." He offered his hand.
John repressed a snort, feeling a little disappointed. He was already looking forward to the day he could actually surprise him. "Thank you, Mr. Holmes."
"Please," the man said. "Call me Mycroft."
you'll never be alone in the bone orchard by Sarah T