"In love, in faith unbroken dwell" by Coloredink (gen)

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Well, here I am again. I found more stories I wanted to share than could be rec'd in one month so I signed up again.

Driving the Van is a privilege and a pleasure. It's also a fair amount of effort. Maybe I helped you find a great story you would have otherwise missed. If you have been reading any of the stories I rec I would love it if you came back to tell me what you think - and maybe encourage others to read them too.

Now let's hit the road.

Fandom: SHERLOCK BBC
Pairing: John Watson, Greg Lestrade, and others
Length: 2631 words
Author on LJ: wreathsandbells
Author Website: AO3
Why this must be read:

When John finally ventures out of 221b Baker after Sherlock's fall, he chances across Lestrade. It becomes a regular thing. Mrs Hudson starts to join them. Then Henry Knight. One by one the group grows as people who knew Sherlock or were helped by him get together to tell stories, and remember their lost friend. This is a sweet, honest story of people coming together to support each other and discovering a community. It makes me feel good.

Two weeks after the--after, John decides it's safe to go to the pub. He'd stayed away, mindful of a family tendency to find solutions in the bottom of a bottle, but it's been two very hard, very long weeks, and he can't stand the flat anymore. It doesn't hurt to look at the two armchairs by the fireplace or the depression in the sofa, but only because it hurts all the time, and so there's no difference between one moment or the next, or the one before.

So he puts on his jacket and goes down the pub.

Lestrade is there. John takes a step back, thinking to find some other pub, some other street, some other city, but Lestrade catches his eye and shifts on his seat, gaze sliding off to the side. And John sees (observes) the stubble on Lestrade's face, his wrinkled tie, the bags under his eyes, his crumpled sleeves. John lifts his chin, squares his shoulders, and marches into the pub as if he might never see London again. He takes the seat next to Lestrade without asking if it's taken and says to the bartender, "I'll have whatever he's having."

In love, in faith unbroken dwell

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