Title: Eyes of Sapphire, Smile of Pearls
Author:
daisychain123
Fandom: Sherlock BBC
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Summary: (By me) Sherlock owns a jewelry store and most of the people who come in are dumb and annoying. Until John Watson comes in.
Sherlock Holmes pinched the bridge of his nose and counted to three, doing his best not to yell at the man in front of him. It was a Friday afternoon, nearing on Friday evening and this bumbling fool had been looking through the shop’s vast collection of jewellery for at least an hour and a half. Sherlock’s patience was wearing thin. The man, who had waved Sherlock’s assistance away when he first entered SH Jewellery, looked up from the glass case of rings he was looking over.
“Oh. Hi.” the man started, running a hand through his – salt and pepper hair, slightly tanned skin, relaxed but alert posture, automatically stands in a fighting stance, probably something to do with law enforcement, maybe security? No, too self-aware and confident; a DI, then – hair, obviously realising Sherlock’s impatience was directed at him. “Are you closing? Sorry, I’ll just come back another time-”
“No, you won’t.”
So, this is short (compared to the other stories I've recced) but it's still well worth it. This is a neat little AU (AR?) set in a universe where Sherlock runs a jewelry store and deduces what people are looking for simply by looking at them. Of course John waltzes in and Sherlock is immediately interested--but what makes this interesting is that it's from Sherlock's perspective and he's slightly toned down from his manic persona in the tv series (which does him good, in this case). This was an instant favorite for me and I highly recommend it (it even has a Lestrade cameo!)
Story on LJ: Eyes of Sapphire, Smile of Pearls
Author:
daisychain123Fandom: Sherlock BBC
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Summary: (By me) Sherlock owns a jewelry store and most of the people who come in are dumb and annoying. Until John Watson comes in.
Sherlock Holmes pinched the bridge of his nose and counted to three, doing his best not to yell at the man in front of him. It was a Friday afternoon, nearing on Friday evening and this bumbling fool had been looking through the shop’s vast collection of jewellery for at least an hour and a half. Sherlock’s patience was wearing thin. The man, who had waved Sherlock’s assistance away when he first entered SH Jewellery, looked up from the glass case of rings he was looking over.
“Oh. Hi.” the man started, running a hand through his – salt and pepper hair, slightly tanned skin, relaxed but alert posture, automatically stands in a fighting stance, probably something to do with law enforcement, maybe security? No, too self-aware and confident; a DI, then – hair, obviously realising Sherlock’s impatience was directed at him. “Are you closing? Sorry, I’ll just come back another time-”
“No, you won’t.”
So, this is short (compared to the other stories I've recced) but it's still well worth it. This is a neat little AU (AR?) set in a universe where Sherlock runs a jewelry store and deduces what people are looking for simply by looking at them. Of course John waltzes in and Sherlock is immediately interested--but what makes this interesting is that it's from Sherlock's perspective and he's slightly toned down from his manic persona in the tv series (which does him good, in this case). This was an instant favorite for me and I highly recommend it (it even has a Lestrade cameo!)
Story on LJ: Eyes of Sapphire, Smile of Pearls
Title: Waltz, Tango, Foxtrot
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing: Rodney/John
Summary: Life is great for Dr Rodney McKay, a research theorist at Berkeley. He's managed to arrange it so that he sees students only rarely, and he's getting laid frequently by fellow MENSA member and ecology professor Christine. What more could a man want?
Unfortunately for Rodney, it turns out that Christine wants more. Faced with her demands that he learn to dance or she'll dump him, Rodney turns to John Sheppard: part-time dance instructor and full time bank-teller, with a dream of becoming a pilot.
John's supposed to be teaching him how to waltz, but Rodney's learning a lot more than that! But what will happen when the music ends?
EXCERPT:
When Christine had told Rodney that he had no sense of rhythm, his response was a withering: "Duh." He was a scientist. It went without saying that he'd spent more time in a lab than on a dance floor.
Christine had pursed her raspberry-glossed lips and pushed back a strand of hair. Her hair was currently a short, dark bob, cutting sharply across her long neck. Last month it had been champagne-white to her shoulders, and the month before that had wheat-golden curls falling down her back. Rodney couldn't shake the suspicion that if he stuck around long enough, she'd eventually come back from the hairdresser's completely bald.
"My cousin's getting married in two months' time," she'd tossed over her shoulder as she walked up the steps to her apartment. "If you want to come, you need to be able to dance."
That had been the heart of the ultimatum. Christine was smart enough not to mention it again, but when tapes of musicals started mysteriously appearing in Rodney's VCR and a business card for a local dance school showed up in his wallet, Rodney understood the implications.
Okay, I'm completely aware that I've already recced something by out_there recently, but this deserves a rec simply because hardly anyone has read it and I think it's a total crime.
This? This has Rodney's voice down pat. It has the confusion that I think is inherent in any sort of narrative about an arrogant and self-absorbed scientist who think his women should be blond with big boobs who comes across a hot and lanky guy that he wants to bang (sorry for being blunt).
BUT! The voice is perfect, John is just mysterious and sly and cool enough to make you wibble (I know that I did--and so did Rodney), and the story has such a natural progression that it's a smooth and fun read that takes you along for a nice ride <3
In short--I bookmarked this immediately.
Story on AO3: Waltz, Tango, Foxtrot
Pairing: Rodney/John
Summary: Life is great for Dr Rodney McKay, a research theorist at Berkeley. He's managed to arrange it so that he sees students only rarely, and he's getting laid frequently by fellow MENSA member and ecology professor Christine. What more could a man want?
Unfortunately for Rodney, it turns out that Christine wants more. Faced with her demands that he learn to dance or she'll dump him, Rodney turns to John Sheppard: part-time dance instructor and full time bank-teller, with a dream of becoming a pilot.
John's supposed to be teaching him how to waltz, but Rodney's learning a lot more than that! But what will happen when the music ends?
EXCERPT:
When Christine had told Rodney that he had no sense of rhythm, his response was a withering: "Duh." He was a scientist. It went without saying that he'd spent more time in a lab than on a dance floor.
Christine had pursed her raspberry-glossed lips and pushed back a strand of hair. Her hair was currently a short, dark bob, cutting sharply across her long neck. Last month it had been champagne-white to her shoulders, and the month before that had wheat-golden curls falling down her back. Rodney couldn't shake the suspicion that if he stuck around long enough, she'd eventually come back from the hairdresser's completely bald.
"My cousin's getting married in two months' time," she'd tossed over her shoulder as she walked up the steps to her apartment. "If you want to come, you need to be able to dance."
That had been the heart of the ultimatum. Christine was smart enough not to mention it again, but when tapes of musicals started mysteriously appearing in Rodney's VCR and a business card for a local dance school showed up in his wallet, Rodney understood the implications.
Okay, I'm completely aware that I've already recced something by out_there recently, but this deserves a rec simply because hardly anyone has read it and I think it's a total crime.
This? This has Rodney's voice down pat. It has the confusion that I think is inherent in any sort of narrative about an arrogant and self-absorbed scientist who think his women should be blond with big boobs who comes across a hot and lanky guy that he wants to bang (sorry for being blunt).
BUT! The voice is perfect, John is just mysterious and sly and cool enough to make you wibble (I know that I did--and so did Rodney), and the story has such a natural progression that it's a smooth and fun read that takes you along for a nice ride <3
In short--I bookmarked this immediately.
Story on AO3: Waltz, Tango, Foxtrot
Title: Above, Below (Through the Cracks)
Author:doodle_writes
Fandom: Sherlock BBC
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Summary: London is a city with two faces. There is Above and there is Below. And Below is the city of people who have fallen through the cracks, the lost, the forgotten and the broken.
John said goodbye to Mr Rajit once he’d browsed for too long in the small shop, paid for all the things he didn’t need and had them put in a blue carrier bag. The bell above the door tinkled again as he stepped outside into what had become a bloody awful downpour.
He turned the corner, planning on going straight back up to his flat when he saw it. A great black heap in the middle of the pavement, twenty or so yards away from his front door.
Somewhere in the distance thunder rumbled.
As he approached the black mass he realised it wasn’t an abandoned bin liner full of rubbish. It was a person, a man, and there was a knife sticking out the back of his shoulder.
“Shit,” John cursed loudly.
I'll freely admit: I jumped all over this one as soon as it was posted on the SherlockBBC forum. Sherlock/John, crossed with Neverwhere and a respectable wordcount?
HELLS TO THE YEAH.
This story has more than just a nod to the original Neverwhere: John is lost and without direction. He has no idea what he is doing in his life and he is already beginning to slip through the cracks. Just like the BBC canon John he frequently looks to his gun and wonders what in the world he's doing sticking around since he has no purpose, can't find a job, and no one would really miss him.
In a chance encounter, he meets Sherlock--a strangely dressed man collapsed on the sidewalk with a knife stuck in his shoulder.
Well, John can't just leave him, can he?
There's plenty of adventure, and angst, a little bit of humor, some engaging characters and--of course--an excellent twist that had me surprised with my heart in my throat.
Definitely on my "read again" list <3
Link to LJ Above, Below (Through the Cracks)
Author:
doodle_writesFandom: Sherlock BBC
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Summary: London is a city with two faces. There is Above and there is Below. And Below is the city of people who have fallen through the cracks, the lost, the forgotten and the broken.
John said goodbye to Mr Rajit once he’d browsed for too long in the small shop, paid for all the things he didn’t need and had them put in a blue carrier bag. The bell above the door tinkled again as he stepped outside into what had become a bloody awful downpour.
He turned the corner, planning on going straight back up to his flat when he saw it. A great black heap in the middle of the pavement, twenty or so yards away from his front door.
Somewhere in the distance thunder rumbled.
As he approached the black mass he realised it wasn’t an abandoned bin liner full of rubbish. It was a person, a man, and there was a knife sticking out the back of his shoulder.
“Shit,” John cursed loudly.
I'll freely admit: I jumped all over this one as soon as it was posted on the SherlockBBC forum. Sherlock/John, crossed with Neverwhere and a respectable wordcount?
HELLS TO THE YEAH.
This story has more than just a nod to the original Neverwhere: John is lost and without direction. He has no idea what he is doing in his life and he is already beginning to slip through the cracks. Just like the BBC canon John he frequently looks to his gun and wonders what in the world he's doing sticking around since he has no purpose, can't find a job, and no one would really miss him.
In a chance encounter, he meets Sherlock--a strangely dressed man collapsed on the sidewalk with a knife stuck in his shoulder.
Well, John can't just leave him, can he?
There's plenty of adventure, and angst, a little bit of humor, some engaging characters and--of course--an excellent twist that had me surprised with my heart in my throat.
Definitely on my "read again" list <3
Link to LJ Above, Below (Through the Cracks)
Title: The Whore of Babylon Was a Perfectly Nice Girl
Fandom: Sherlock BBC
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Summary: Sherlock walks into a room and takes all the space right out of it. He does the same inside John's head.
EXCERPT:
"Higher."
"Over four hundred?" John hears himself say in a really discomforting, high-pitched whine. It's not that Sherlock's horribly disfigured, or doesn't know how to dress his stick-insect figure to best advantage, but still. John had been imagining about a tenth of that. Maybe. "You've slept with over four hundred people? I'm amazed your genitals are still attached."
"There's no need for hyperbole." Sherlock frowns. He adds in that distracted, calculating routes and travel times voice of his, "My best guess would be four hundred and twenty, but I really didn't keep count. It's possible it's up to fifty higher than that."
Unrealistic as it was, John liked the idea of being Sherlock's first; he's not sure how he feels about being Sherlock's four hundred and twenty-first. Or possibly five hundredth, since Sherlock apparently didn't bother keeping count while sleeping with half of London. "Twelve, twenty, even thirty people is a pretty average number. Once you hit the hundreds, you've become the whore of Babylon."
I'll readily admit--This story had been circulating for quite a long time by the time I got around to reading it. I had seen it chatted about, recommended, posted everywhere and I was to the point of avoiding it with a vengeance. I couldn't tell you exactly why, considering that I've read fics about actual whores before and had absolutely no problem at all.
But when I saw the title The Whore of Babylon Was a Perfectly Nice Girl I immediately recoiled and decided I wouldn't read it no matter how many people said that I should.
Obviously that didn't pan out. What happened was that I blindly followed a link without reading the title and got aallll the way to the part where John calls Sherlock the Whore of Babylon before I cottoned on. By then? I was hooked.
This story exceeded all expectations. Sherlock's never been in a relationship before (and that takes John ages to figure out) but he handles it all with such aplomb that you really wouldn't know. John can't figure out whether he should mourn his lost fantasies of Sherlock the virgin or crow his good luck to the heavens about not having a virgin which is slyly funny enough to have put a smile on my face for quite a while.
The whole story is in character: John is his normal "It's all fine" and Sherlock faffs about doing whatever it is Sherlock does and Mycroft interferes when he's terrified for his brother (and Mycroft terrified for his brother is beautiful and manipulative).
All and all? This story is brilliant. That is all.
Link to AO3: The Whore of Babylon Was a Perfectly Nice Girl
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Summary: Sherlock walks into a room and takes all the space right out of it. He does the same inside John's head.
EXCERPT:
"Higher."
"Over four hundred?" John hears himself say in a really discomforting, high-pitched whine. It's not that Sherlock's horribly disfigured, or doesn't know how to dress his stick-insect figure to best advantage, but still. John had been imagining about a tenth of that. Maybe. "You've slept with over four hundred people? I'm amazed your genitals are still attached."
"There's no need for hyperbole." Sherlock frowns. He adds in that distracted, calculating routes and travel times voice of his, "My best guess would be four hundred and twenty, but I really didn't keep count. It's possible it's up to fifty higher than that."
Unrealistic as it was, John liked the idea of being Sherlock's first; he's not sure how he feels about being Sherlock's four hundred and twenty-first. Or possibly five hundredth, since Sherlock apparently didn't bother keeping count while sleeping with half of London. "Twelve, twenty, even thirty people is a pretty average number. Once you hit the hundreds, you've become the whore of Babylon."
I'll readily admit--This story had been circulating for quite a long time by the time I got around to reading it. I had seen it chatted about, recommended, posted everywhere and I was to the point of avoiding it with a vengeance. I couldn't tell you exactly why, considering that I've read fics about actual whores before and had absolutely no problem at all.
But when I saw the title The Whore of Babylon Was a Perfectly Nice Girl I immediately recoiled and decided I wouldn't read it no matter how many people said that I should.
Obviously that didn't pan out. What happened was that I blindly followed a link without reading the title and got aallll the way to the part where John calls Sherlock the Whore of Babylon before I cottoned on. By then? I was hooked.
This story exceeded all expectations. Sherlock's never been in a relationship before (and that takes John ages to figure out) but he handles it all with such aplomb that you really wouldn't know. John can't figure out whether he should mourn his lost fantasies of Sherlock the virgin or crow his good luck to the heavens about not having a virgin which is slyly funny enough to have put a smile on my face for quite a while.
The whole story is in character: John is his normal "It's all fine" and Sherlock faffs about doing whatever it is Sherlock does and Mycroft interferes when he's terrified for his brother (and Mycroft terrified for his brother is beautiful and manipulative).
All and all? This story is brilliant. That is all.
Link to AO3: The Whore of Babylon Was a Perfectly Nice Girl
Title: Monster
Author:moony
Fandom: Sherlock BBC
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Summary: “And just what is the plan, Sherlock?” John shouted. “Go to prison? You assaulted a police officer – no court won’t convict you.” He ran a hand over his face. “What could possibly be worth risking your freedom?”
It'd been a bloody long day and Greg Lestrade was completely done in.
It took the very last of his energy to trudge up and out of the Tube station and pop into the kebab shop across from his flat. Once at home and upstairs, he shed his coat and that infernal tie, unbuttoned the top three buttons of his shirt and settled down on the sofa in front of the telly to eat his kebab and unwind, with an episode of Top Gear.
Or he would have done had someone not clubbed him over the head as soon as he walked through his door.
Sherlock walks a very fine line as it is, what if he chose not to? This author plays a dangerous game, and so does Sherlock, and John is very nearly left hanging in one of my most favorite casefics on the entire planet. It has mysterious and clever Sherlock, John actually solving things, poor Lestrade getting bashed over the head, and Sherlock getting himself into the papers. Oh, and of course there's romance tossed in--which is one of my favorite parts.
I reread this one on days that I need to read something clever and interesting.
LJ: Monster Part One, Part Two
AO3: Monster
Author:
moonyFandom: Sherlock BBC
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Summary: “And just what is the plan, Sherlock?” John shouted. “Go to prison? You assaulted a police officer – no court won’t convict you.” He ran a hand over his face. “What could possibly be worth risking your freedom?”
It'd been a bloody long day and Greg Lestrade was completely done in.
It took the very last of his energy to trudge up and out of the Tube station and pop into the kebab shop across from his flat. Once at home and upstairs, he shed his coat and that infernal tie, unbuttoned the top three buttons of his shirt and settled down on the sofa in front of the telly to eat his kebab and unwind, with an episode of Top Gear.
Or he would have done had someone not clubbed him over the head as soon as he walked through his door.
Sherlock walks a very fine line as it is, what if he chose not to? This author plays a dangerous game, and so does Sherlock, and John is very nearly left hanging in one of my most favorite casefics on the entire planet. It has mysterious and clever Sherlock, John actually solving things, poor Lestrade getting bashed over the head, and Sherlock getting himself into the papers. Oh, and of course there's romance tossed in--which is one of my favorite parts.
I reread this one on days that I need to read something clever and interesting.
LJ: Monster Part One, Part Two
AO3: Monster
