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The Baker Street Series by Magicbunni (Gen)
I am delighted to be driving the van for Sherlock this month. There are so many great stories to share my only regret is being limited to 12. My tastes are eclectic and my recs will be too - long, short, humor, drama, canon, AU, gen, and slash. I will be offering more gen recs than is typical on slash van, because I'm not really a lover of romance stories, regardless of pairing, unless there is really compelling story-telling going on. I think friendships can be just as interesting and complex as romances, if not more so. I hope you will give these stories a try, even if they don't fall into your usual reading range. As for myself, I've found many favorite stories by trying recs outside my comfort zone. I don't think you will be sorry.
OK, let's put it in gear!
Fandom: SHERLOCK BBC
Pairing: John Watson/Sarah Sawyer, Sherlock Holmes
Length: long
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
magicbunni
Author Website: AO3, FF.net
Why this must be read:
The Baker Street Series is made up of four exciting, intricately plotted casefics with engaging characters, wit, and insight. They make a sequence, but each stands on its own. My enthusiasm for sharing Magicbunni's great stories was the reason I signed up to drive the van. If you haven't read them, you are in for a treat.
In "The Ninth Muse" a murder in the very heart of Scotland Yard leaves Sherlock and John with no one to trust and no safe place to hide. A preemptive strike by the murderer leaves Sherlock badly injured and so begins a desperate race against time to solve the mystery before Sherlock's body fails completely.
"You shouldn't be around him," Donovan buzzed him into the back of the house with resignation, and motioned that he should follow. "I told you, didn't I? He's unstable. Murder excites him. When he finally figures he's got the perfect formula worked out, he'll be looking for a test case, and I'm thinking you'll 'move on', or 'head back to Afghanistan', or something, around that time."
This time, John actually chuckled. "You do realize you're speaking to a doctor about madness." But she didn't seem to get it. The idea he might recognize a psychopath, and had actually dealt with sociopaths during the war seemed to evade her.
"I keep wondering if you'll wind up in a body bag," she told him over one shoulder. "Doctors are a productive part of society, Watson. That would be a shame. You should have found a girl and moved in with her. He's a bad influence. Dangerous."
"That he is," John found himself saying, "if you're criminally inclined. He caught your squad a serial killer, as you remember."
"Takes one to know one."
John had never seen Sherlock so much as kill a gnat, and knew if he wound up in a body bag, it wouldn't be Sherlock putting him there. Well… unless there was something afoot… like if they were hiding, or something. How mad that any exception cropped up at all, but that was being friends with Holmes for you. He resigned to talk about this sort of thing – about the police hatred – on his blog. Delicately.
"What do you have there anyway?" She glanced at the bag he held. "Batteries for the Freak? He doesn't eat, you know. Never seen him do it."
"You only see him when he's on a case." Shortly after ‘A Study in Pink', John remembered coming home to find that Sherlock had demolished a tuna casserole, several boxes of leftover chicken fried rice, two pork dumplings, a loaf of bread, and an entire pan of peach cobbler Sarah had made. Holmes had been curled up asleep on the couch like a snake with a bump, digesting. After one of his ‘kitchen massacres' – Sarah's words, not his – Sherlock didn't feel the need to eat again for days. Sarah, having come in on the tail end of one, maintained it was critical the flat be properly stocked for those chancy moments when Sherlock's priority one became fuelling the contraption ferrying around his brain. "He doesn't eat on a case. He might not sleep either. You could acknowledge the commitment, at the very least?"
Donovan simply curled a lip. "He's so abnormal."
Certainly. But she wasn't qualified to say he was a madman.
"Fine by me if you let him starve," she scoffed. "You'd be doing the world a favour."
John had to button his lip. It took effort.
The Baker Street Series
OK, let's put it in gear!
Fandom: SHERLOCK BBC
Pairing: John Watson/Sarah Sawyer, Sherlock Holmes
Length: long
Author on LJ:
magicbunni Author Website: AO3, FF.net
Why this must be read:
The Baker Street Series is made up of four exciting, intricately plotted casefics with engaging characters, wit, and insight. They make a sequence, but each stands on its own. My enthusiasm for sharing Magicbunni's great stories was the reason I signed up to drive the van. If you haven't read them, you are in for a treat.
In "The Ninth Muse" a murder in the very heart of Scotland Yard leaves Sherlock and John with no one to trust and no safe place to hide. A preemptive strike by the murderer leaves Sherlock badly injured and so begins a desperate race against time to solve the mystery before Sherlock's body fails completely.
"You shouldn't be around him," Donovan buzzed him into the back of the house with resignation, and motioned that he should follow. "I told you, didn't I? He's unstable. Murder excites him. When he finally figures he's got the perfect formula worked out, he'll be looking for a test case, and I'm thinking you'll 'move on', or 'head back to Afghanistan', or something, around that time."
This time, John actually chuckled. "You do realize you're speaking to a doctor about madness." But she didn't seem to get it. The idea he might recognize a psychopath, and had actually dealt with sociopaths during the war seemed to evade her.
"I keep wondering if you'll wind up in a body bag," she told him over one shoulder. "Doctors are a productive part of society, Watson. That would be a shame. You should have found a girl and moved in with her. He's a bad influence. Dangerous."
"That he is," John found himself saying, "if you're criminally inclined. He caught your squad a serial killer, as you remember."
"Takes one to know one."
John had never seen Sherlock so much as kill a gnat, and knew if he wound up in a body bag, it wouldn't be Sherlock putting him there. Well… unless there was something afoot… like if they were hiding, or something. How mad that any exception cropped up at all, but that was being friends with Holmes for you. He resigned to talk about this sort of thing – about the police hatred – on his blog. Delicately.
"What do you have there anyway?" She glanced at the bag he held. "Batteries for the Freak? He doesn't eat, you know. Never seen him do it."
"You only see him when he's on a case." Shortly after ‘A Study in Pink', John remembered coming home to find that Sherlock had demolished a tuna casserole, several boxes of leftover chicken fried rice, two pork dumplings, a loaf of bread, and an entire pan of peach cobbler Sarah had made. Holmes had been curled up asleep on the couch like a snake with a bump, digesting. After one of his ‘kitchen massacres' – Sarah's words, not his – Sherlock didn't feel the need to eat again for days. Sarah, having come in on the tail end of one, maintained it was critical the flat be properly stocked for those chancy moments when Sherlock's priority one became fuelling the contraption ferrying around his brain. "He doesn't eat on a case. He might not sleep either. You could acknowledge the commitment, at the very least?"
Donovan simply curled a lip. "He's so abnormal."
Certainly. But she wasn't qualified to say he was a madman.
"Fine by me if you let him starve," she scoffed. "You'd be doing the world a favour."
John had to button his lip. It took effort.
The Baker Street Series
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