I'll Live to See Another Day (Sherlock)
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morganstuartOn this day exactly one year ago, my first Sherlock story was posted to an online community. Heartfelt thanks to all of you who have read my work and made me feel so welcome in the Sherlock fandom family!
Title: I'll Live to See Another Day
Author: Morgan Stuart
Fandom: Sherlock
Disclaimer: This universe does not belong to me; I'm just an appreciative visitor. I make no profit from this fan work.
Description: "This," she said with conviction, "was not supposed to happen."
Historian's Note: This takes place during events in the opening scene of the second-series Sherlock episode "A Scandal in Belgravia."
Acknowledgements: Special thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
belleferret and killerweasel for kindness above and beyond the call of duty.
Warnings (Highlight to Read): Spoilers for "A Scandal in Belgravia"! Descriptions of severe injuries and (temporary) death. Science fiction/fantasy elements.
The Operator picked her way through the smouldering rubble with precise, economical steps, slender arms outstretched for balance as the charred debris shifted beneath her feet.
Her presence made for a surreal sight, as if a renowned supermodel had walked directly off a runway and into a war zone.
Concentration forced her gaze inward. She was in the moment, but not of it.
"This one is dead," her partner said. She knew it already, of course, but Steel's even, dispassionate voice provided a welcome distraction from the groans and hisses of the tortured building as it spasmed all around them.
Sirens shrieked in the distance.
There was no need to look behind her, to see Steel's shaggy blond hair turned grey by angry ash and the settling dust of crushed concrete. In her mind's eye she easily could imagine the lifeless body he inspected: the elegant suit, the designer shoes, the gory crater where a smirking face once had been.
After a few more steps she found what she sought.
Framed and pillowed by twisted metal and jagged fragments of breeze blocks, two men lay entwined and unmoving, pasted together by their commingling and congealing blood.
"This," she said with conviction, "was not supposed to happen."
She paused for several seconds before kneeling, balking at the prospect of opening herself to the violent echoes of what had transpired, to the fierce wrongness of it all.
"And what did happen, exactly?" Steel asked from the other end of the room.
Of its own accord, one of her long-fingered hands reached out and brushed against a small patch of short, sandy-coloured hair that wasn't stained dark crimson.
She turned her eyes to the slender man (the detective, she divined) without removing her touch from the older one curled around him (the doctor-soldier-protector). "This one fired the weapon that detonated the explosives. He meant to stop the man you found, and he was willing to sacrifice himself and his colleague to do so.
"And this one agreed with his decision." Reconstructing the scene heartbeat by heartbeat, she considered the second figure, so very still beneath her fingers. "At the moment the weapon fired, he rushed forward, hoping to use his momentum to propel both of them to the relative safety of the pool. His body took the brunt of the explosion. He died… after brief minutes of agony."
Sapphire prided herself on her professional detachment. Usually it was easy enough to maintain distance where these humans were involved. But something about the man breached her defences.
She felt it with him, this doctor-soldier-protector, his awareness and acceptance of his own rapidly-approaching death, his gratitude that the sacrifice held meaning, his relief that his companion survived.
She heard his very thoughts, his emphatic We stopped him, his agonised It hurts ithurtsithurtshurtshurts, his final, earnest mental cry of Please, God, let him live.
For reasons she could not articulate, she felt the need to pause before continuing.
The air smelled and tasted of smoke and chlorine.
"The one who fired the gun survived a few minutes longer," she said, her attention once more on the detective. "He was blinded by the explosion, but he suffered little pain; his back was broken by his impact against the debris, and he felt no sensation from the chest down." She turned her head on one side, straining to catch something fleeting and faint.
In a softer voice, almost a whisper, she added, "His final thoughts were of wonder: at his companion's valour, at the mechanics of his own failing body, at what would come next."
For a moment Sapphire lost herself in the vision of the detective with the sightless eyes and the scalded chin and nose and cheekbones. She observed as he dragged his shredded arm toward the shuddering body that held so stubbornly to his own. The doctor-soldier-protector was haemorrhaging from half a dozen mortal wounds, muffling his sobbing breaths against the detective's shoulder, but Sapphire knew that the dying man had felt the embrace nonetheless, and that he had understood the gesture for what it was before he breathed his last.
"Take us back, Sapphire," Steel huffed as he made his way to her side. "I want to see."
***
The detective aimed the pistol. His friend gathered himself where he crouched, preparing to launch his body forward.
Across from them, on the other side of the Semtex vest, their antagonist stared in something like morbid fascination, his head undulating like that of a snake's.
Everything happened at once: one shot and three gasps, a mighty explosion and a desperate lunge.
Time shivered.
"Did you sense that?" Sapphire asked, her voice all but lost in the din. "The slip in Time."
"Yes," Steel affirmed.
Pieces of the outraged building rained down around them. As three bodies collapsed to the tiles – one instantly dead, one knocked breathless, and one choking in pain – Steel raised a small electronic device in his hand. The contraption began to vibrate and wail.
"I may have found the source of the disruption," he said. "I took this from the pocket of the one over there."
The villain, Sapphire thought.
"A mobile phone?" she asked. "It's an anachronism?"
"The music," he explained, brow furrowing as he accessed the menu of the archaic device. "Yes. A cover version of 'I Will Survive' – recorded, it appears, for the first reunion album of the band R.E.M. in 2015."
"And this is 2010," Sapphire noted. "That's it."
As Steel purged the phone of the problematic file, Sapphire turned her face away from the tableau before her, unwilling to watch the tears leak from the detective's wounded eyes as the doctor-soldier-protector struggled, faltered, and went still.
"There," Steel said at last. "Take us back again."
***
The detective aimed the pistol. His friend gathered himself where he crouched, preparing to launch his body forward.
Across from them, on the other side of the Semtex vest, their antagonist stared in something like morbid fascination, his head undulating like that of a snake's.
Everything happened at once: one shot and three gasps, a mighty explosion and a desperate lunge.
This time, the doctor-soldier-protector's low tackle carried the two men into the pool.
His body absorbed the worst of the explosion before it hit the water. His terrible wounds left him gasping, unable to hold his breath, and he drowned before they once again could claim his life. But as he had hoped, his companion survived.
The sirens grew shriller. Soon others arrived on the scene.
A frowning, silver-haired man, desperate with concern, broke free of the gathering personnel and plunged into the water himself. He bodily pulled the detective clear to safety.
Aside from bruises and cuts and burns, and the obvious inhalation of water, the detective was unharmed.
As the paramedics tended to their semiconscious charge, and other emergency responders began to secure the premises and prepared to search the rubble, the same man retrieved the broken frame of the doctor-soldier-protector from the pool.
Sapphire drifted toward this new arrival as he relinquished his second burden, stumbled to his knees, and failed to regain his feet. Hunching his shoulders and shivering in his dripping clothing, he turned a dark-eyed, bewildered gaze on the ruin all around him.
The seeker, she mused. The man's horrified grief was tangible, a physical presence every bit as real as his own.
"I said," Steel repeated, "something is still wrong."
Yes, Sapphire thought. Very wrong indeed.
Dimly she realised the mobile phone was playing music again – and had been doing so for a good while.
"The song?" she asked.
"'Don't Stop 'Til You Get Enough: The 2013 Funked-Up MJ Tribute Remix.'"
"Ah."
"Give me a moment," he said, frustration deepening his voice to a growl as he worked over the device, "and then take us back again."
***
The detective aimed the pistol. His friend gathered himself where he crouched, preparing to launch his body forward.
Across from them, on the other side of the Semtex vest, their antagonist stared in something like morbid fascination, his head undulating like that of a snake's.
Yet another song sounded from the mobile phone.
Ah, ah, ah, ah,
Stayin' alive,
Stayin' alive.
"That is by far" – disdain dripped from each syllable Steel uttered – "the worst music yet."
Sapphire allowed a small smile to tug at her lips. The rightness of the moment flooded her senses, filling her up, making her whole.
She felt an Operator's satisfaction – of course she did; they had accomplished their mission and restored the correct order of Time – but also something more. Indefinable and instinctive.
Perhaps such close proximity to humankind was affecting her in ways she hadn't anticipated.
The dark-eyed seeker would not grieve. The slender-boned detective would not weep. The sandy-haired doctor-soldier-protector would not suffer. These facts were good not only because they reflected the proper, intended chronology of the universe, but also because…
… because the men themselves were good.
Curious. What an odd thought.
"We are needed elsewhere," Steel said.
"Of course we are," Sapphire agreed.
And so are they, these good men, she added to herself, and then she disappeared.
***
"What happened there?" John asked.
After a pregnant pause, Sherlock replied, "Someone changed his mind."
THE END
Notes: The title is taken from lyrics to "Stayin' Alive" by the Bee Gees, which serves as the ringtone for Jim Moriarty's phone in "A Scandal in Belgravia."
This is a stealth crossover with the British science fiction/fantasy series Sapphire and Steel (1979-1982). I assumed not many are familiar with the programme, and so I tried to provide all needed information for this to work simply as a Sherlock story.
This was inspired by the wonderful "The Lost Time Affair" by Maggie Flynn, as published in the fanzine The Kuryakin File #15 (1996).
Vital Stats: Originally written in January 2012.
Title: I'll Live to See Another Day
Author: Morgan Stuart
Fandom: Sherlock
Disclaimer: This universe does not belong to me; I'm just an appreciative visitor. I make no profit from this fan work.
Description: "This," she said with conviction, "was not supposed to happen."
Historian's Note: This takes place during events in the opening scene of the second-series Sherlock episode "A Scandal in Belgravia."
Acknowledgements: Special thanks to
belleferret and killerweasel for kindness above and beyond the call of duty.Warnings (Highlight to Read): Spoilers for "A Scandal in Belgravia"! Descriptions of severe injuries and (temporary) death. Science fiction/fantasy elements.
The Operator picked her way through the smouldering rubble with precise, economical steps, slender arms outstretched for balance as the charred debris shifted beneath her feet.
Her presence made for a surreal sight, as if a renowned supermodel had walked directly off a runway and into a war zone.
Concentration forced her gaze inward. She was in the moment, but not of it.
"This one is dead," her partner said. She knew it already, of course, but Steel's even, dispassionate voice provided a welcome distraction from the groans and hisses of the tortured building as it spasmed all around them.
Sirens shrieked in the distance.
There was no need to look behind her, to see Steel's shaggy blond hair turned grey by angry ash and the settling dust of crushed concrete. In her mind's eye she easily could imagine the lifeless body he inspected: the elegant suit, the designer shoes, the gory crater where a smirking face once had been.
After a few more steps she found what she sought.
Framed and pillowed by twisted metal and jagged fragments of breeze blocks, two men lay entwined and unmoving, pasted together by their commingling and congealing blood.
"This," she said with conviction, "was not supposed to happen."
She paused for several seconds before kneeling, balking at the prospect of opening herself to the violent echoes of what had transpired, to the fierce wrongness of it all.
"And what did happen, exactly?" Steel asked from the other end of the room.
Of its own accord, one of her long-fingered hands reached out and brushed against a small patch of short, sandy-coloured hair that wasn't stained dark crimson.
She turned her eyes to the slender man (the detective, she divined) without removing her touch from the older one curled around him (the doctor-soldier-protector). "This one fired the weapon that detonated the explosives. He meant to stop the man you found, and he was willing to sacrifice himself and his colleague to do so.
"And this one agreed with his decision." Reconstructing the scene heartbeat by heartbeat, she considered the second figure, so very still beneath her fingers. "At the moment the weapon fired, he rushed forward, hoping to use his momentum to propel both of them to the relative safety of the pool. His body took the brunt of the explosion. He died… after brief minutes of agony."
Sapphire prided herself on her professional detachment. Usually it was easy enough to maintain distance where these humans were involved. But something about the man breached her defences.
She felt it with him, this doctor-soldier-protector, his awareness and acceptance of his own rapidly-approaching death, his gratitude that the sacrifice held meaning, his relief that his companion survived.
She heard his very thoughts, his emphatic We stopped him, his agonised It hurts ithurtsithurtshurtshurts, his final, earnest mental cry of Please, God, let him live.
For reasons she could not articulate, she felt the need to pause before continuing.
The air smelled and tasted of smoke and chlorine.
"The one who fired the gun survived a few minutes longer," she said, her attention once more on the detective. "He was blinded by the explosion, but he suffered little pain; his back was broken by his impact against the debris, and he felt no sensation from the chest down." She turned her head on one side, straining to catch something fleeting and faint.
In a softer voice, almost a whisper, she added, "His final thoughts were of wonder: at his companion's valour, at the mechanics of his own failing body, at what would come next."
For a moment Sapphire lost herself in the vision of the detective with the sightless eyes and the scalded chin and nose and cheekbones. She observed as he dragged his shredded arm toward the shuddering body that held so stubbornly to his own. The doctor-soldier-protector was haemorrhaging from half a dozen mortal wounds, muffling his sobbing breaths against the detective's shoulder, but Sapphire knew that the dying man had felt the embrace nonetheless, and that he had understood the gesture for what it was before he breathed his last.
"Take us back, Sapphire," Steel huffed as he made his way to her side. "I want to see."
***
The detective aimed the pistol. His friend gathered himself where he crouched, preparing to launch his body forward.
Across from them, on the other side of the Semtex vest, their antagonist stared in something like morbid fascination, his head undulating like that of a snake's.
Everything happened at once: one shot and three gasps, a mighty explosion and a desperate lunge.
Time shivered.
"Did you sense that?" Sapphire asked, her voice all but lost in the din. "The slip in Time."
"Yes," Steel affirmed.
Pieces of the outraged building rained down around them. As three bodies collapsed to the tiles – one instantly dead, one knocked breathless, and one choking in pain – Steel raised a small electronic device in his hand. The contraption began to vibrate and wail.
"I may have found the source of the disruption," he said. "I took this from the pocket of the one over there."
The villain, Sapphire thought.
"A mobile phone?" she asked. "It's an anachronism?"
"The music," he explained, brow furrowing as he accessed the menu of the archaic device. "Yes. A cover version of 'I Will Survive' – recorded, it appears, for the first reunion album of the band R.E.M. in 2015."
"And this is 2010," Sapphire noted. "That's it."
As Steel purged the phone of the problematic file, Sapphire turned her face away from the tableau before her, unwilling to watch the tears leak from the detective's wounded eyes as the doctor-soldier-protector struggled, faltered, and went still.
"There," Steel said at last. "Take us back again."
***
The detective aimed the pistol. His friend gathered himself where he crouched, preparing to launch his body forward.
Across from them, on the other side of the Semtex vest, their antagonist stared in something like morbid fascination, his head undulating like that of a snake's.
Everything happened at once: one shot and three gasps, a mighty explosion and a desperate lunge.
This time, the doctor-soldier-protector's low tackle carried the two men into the pool.
His body absorbed the worst of the explosion before it hit the water. His terrible wounds left him gasping, unable to hold his breath, and he drowned before they once again could claim his life. But as he had hoped, his companion survived.
The sirens grew shriller. Soon others arrived on the scene.
A frowning, silver-haired man, desperate with concern, broke free of the gathering personnel and plunged into the water himself. He bodily pulled the detective clear to safety.
Aside from bruises and cuts and burns, and the obvious inhalation of water, the detective was unharmed.
As the paramedics tended to their semiconscious charge, and other emergency responders began to secure the premises and prepared to search the rubble, the same man retrieved the broken frame of the doctor-soldier-protector from the pool.
Sapphire drifted toward this new arrival as he relinquished his second burden, stumbled to his knees, and failed to regain his feet. Hunching his shoulders and shivering in his dripping clothing, he turned a dark-eyed, bewildered gaze on the ruin all around him.
The seeker, she mused. The man's horrified grief was tangible, a physical presence every bit as real as his own.
"I said," Steel repeated, "something is still wrong."
Yes, Sapphire thought. Very wrong indeed.
Dimly she realised the mobile phone was playing music again – and had been doing so for a good while.
"The song?" she asked.
"'Don't Stop 'Til You Get Enough: The 2013 Funked-Up MJ Tribute Remix.'"
"Ah."
"Give me a moment," he said, frustration deepening his voice to a growl as he worked over the device, "and then take us back again."
***
The detective aimed the pistol. His friend gathered himself where he crouched, preparing to launch his body forward.
Across from them, on the other side of the Semtex vest, their antagonist stared in something like morbid fascination, his head undulating like that of a snake's.
Yet another song sounded from the mobile phone.
Ah, ah, ah, ah,
Stayin' alive,
Stayin' alive.
"That is by far" – disdain dripped from each syllable Steel uttered – "the worst music yet."
Sapphire allowed a small smile to tug at her lips. The rightness of the moment flooded her senses, filling her up, making her whole.
She felt an Operator's satisfaction – of course she did; they had accomplished their mission and restored the correct order of Time – but also something more. Indefinable and instinctive.
Perhaps such close proximity to humankind was affecting her in ways she hadn't anticipated.
The dark-eyed seeker would not grieve. The slender-boned detective would not weep. The sandy-haired doctor-soldier-protector would not suffer. These facts were good not only because they reflected the proper, intended chronology of the universe, but also because…
… because the men themselves were good.
Curious. What an odd thought.
"We are needed elsewhere," Steel said.
"Of course we are," Sapphire agreed.
And so are they, these good men, she added to herself, and then she disappeared.
***
"What happened there?" John asked.
After a pregnant pause, Sherlock replied, "Someone changed his mind."
THE END
Notes: The title is taken from lyrics to "Stayin' Alive" by the Bee Gees, which serves as the ringtone for Jim Moriarty's phone in "A Scandal in Belgravia."
This is a stealth crossover with the British science fiction/fantasy series Sapphire and Steel (1979-1982). I assumed not many are familiar with the programme, and so I tried to provide all needed information for this to work simply as a Sherlock story.
This was inspired by the wonderful "The Lost Time Affair" by Maggie Flynn, as published in the fanzine The Kuryakin File #15 (1996).
Vital Stats: Originally written in January 2012.
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Date: 2012-01-02 01:37 pm (UTC)*applauds*
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Date: 2012-01-02 05:58 pm (UTC)but - in your fic - when we get there in the end it feels earned.
Thank you so much for this. That's just the effect I was hoping to achieve, so your lovely words have really made my day.
I really appreciate your kindness in reading and commenting. Thank you!
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Date: 2012-01-02 02:18 pm (UTC)Never heard of the crossover but that was definitely well-written enough that I didn't need to. Absolutely made my day with this brilliant thing. *hugs you for being awesome*
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Date: 2012-01-02 09:45 pm (UTC)Oh, I'm so happy you think so! That's just what I was hoping to accomplish, so you've put a ridiculously big grin on my face. It's also wonderful to hear that you didn't need to know S&S for this to make sense.
Absolutely made my day with this brilliant thing. *hugs you for being awesome*
Well, you have made my day with your lovely comments! Thank you so very much. *hugs you right back for being fabulous*
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Date: 2012-01-02 03:09 pm (UTC)okay, get back to me when I'm breathing again, k?
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Date: 2012-01-02 09:46 pm (UTC)Thanks as always for reading, my friend!
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Date: 2012-01-02 03:37 pm (UTC)This was beautiful and perfect and I LOVE that it's the ring tone that's the anachronism. How utterly wonderful! Lestrade as the 'seeker' is just chilling in the most wonderful of ways. ♥
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Date: 2012-01-02 09:50 pm (UTC)Lestrade as the 'seeker' is just chilling in the most wonderful of ways
Oh, thank you for this! I'm really happy to hear that this worked. I had to give that some thought, considering how she'd identified Sherlock and John.
I appreciate your kind words so much. Thank you, my friend!
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Date: 2012-01-02 03:57 pm (UTC)I’m so happy they didn’t made a mess of S2. (We’d have fixed it in fanfiction anyway, but even so). I’m so happy I’m going to read more gorgeous stories like this. Thank you!
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Date: 2012-01-02 10:00 pm (UTC)I agree with your sentiments about the first episode wholeheartedly (and I can't wait for the next two).
Thank you very much for your kind and encouraging words! I really appreciate them.
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Date: 2012-01-02 07:19 pm (UTC)But on a serious note, this was my favorite line: In a softer voice, almost a whisper, she added, "His final thoughts were of wonder: at his companion's valour, at the mechanics of his own failing body, at what would come next."
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Date: 2012-01-03 10:10 pm (UTC)The REM reunion made me smile--of course.
Yay! Steel did note it was the first reunion album; I'm hoping there were about fifteen or so. LOL!
I'm especially pleased that you liked the line you quoted about Sherlock's final thoughts. That was near and dear to my heart, so you've put a huge smile on my face!
I can't thank you enough for your lovely and encouraging comments, my friend. I appreciate them tremendously.
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Date: 2012-01-03 10:15 pm (UTC)I'm so tickled you liked the S&S crossover part of it! They were young, weren't they? And they both had such amazing hair. ;)
Thanks very much for your kind words!
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Date: 2012-01-02 10:09 pm (UTC)More importantly- god that's clever.
I've got to watch that show, now. You always do this, darling.
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Date: 2012-01-03 10:18 pm (UTC)Thanks so much! I'm really happy you think so.
It's an oldie but a goodie, especially if you're science fictional by nature. I appreciate your kind words so much!
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Date: 2012-01-02 10:26 pm (UTC)Thank you for this. :)
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Date: 2012-01-03 10:29 pm (UTC)Thank you: I really appreciate your kind words!
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Date: 2012-01-02 10:40 pm (UTC)Oh, and your usual amazing work, but you knew that already. ^_^ I don't think you're capable of writing badly, or even (or worse?) boringly. *snugs*
The post on my journal, BTW, is meant for you too, even if you're not mentioned by name.
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Date: 2012-01-03 10:33 pm (UTC)*hugs you lots and lots more*
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Date: 2012-01-03 03:18 am (UTC)But what a torment this was! Even while it felt like I could discern where you were going inside I kept chanting, "Let them live, let them live, let them live until I finally finished the piece.
Then I re-read it again for pleasure.
Do you grasp why it is difficult to read a piece like this from you? It is because you might not let them live and should that be the case killing them would be the best possible choice to serve the characters and the story. When you hurt them I feel they have been genuinely hurt and if you kill them I genuinely mourn and you are not predictable ;) (sigh)
When I see a new story from you I tend to view it out of the corner of my eye for a while knowing whichever turn you take I will believe it. And of course, I will read and re-read it.
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Date: 2012-01-03 11:00 pm (UTC)But what a torment this was! Even while it felt like I could discern where you were going inside I kept chanting, "Let them live, let them live, let them live until I finally finished the piece.
Oh, bless you! I seem to remember chanting the same thing to myself while writing, as a matter of fact. (I'm only half-joking.) Truth be told, I'm glad there was an element of suspense here; I was a bit afraid that knowing the "real" ending, as we do, might rob some of the immediacy from the alternate ones.
Do you grasp why it is difficult to read a piece like this from you? It is because you might not let them live and should that be the case killing them would be the best possible choice to serve the characters and the story. When you hurt them I feel they have been genuinely hurt and if you kill them I genuinely mourn and you are not predictable ;)
Honestly, this means so much to me - I can't thank you enough. The idea that you'd take what I've written seriously, and feel the hurt or the loss... I can't think of a higher compliment. I probably should apologise (!!!), but selfishly, I'm humbled and thrilled that it resonates with you so deeply, and that you find my choices serve the characters and story. Truly, thank you for this.
You've thoroughly made my day (and made me rather teary-eyed in the process). I appreciate your kindness so much, my friend!
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Date: 2012-01-03 04:00 pm (UTC)I don't know Sapphire and Steel, but I'm going to see if I can find DVDs or something.
Happy anniversary! I'm so glad you decided to post!
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Date: 2012-01-03 11:04 pm (UTC)I know the DVDs are available (or were not too long ago, at any rate). I'm delighted you're interested in seeing the show. It was quite innovative for its time. I hope you enjoy it.
Thanks so much! It's been a real joy, and I've met such wonderful people - like you! *hugs*
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Date: 2012-01-03 09:09 pm (UTC)As someone who loves hhhh/c, this was perfect. Poor John dying over and over - - but of course, I liked that immensely and that it was described in detail. ;o) I liked how you had him thinking "please, God, let him live" with a nod to the actual line from the show. Liked Lestrade pulling John from the pool, etc. All of it just wonderful. And glad for the happy ending after all the agony.
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Date: 2012-01-04 01:34 am (UTC)I'm really thrilled that the hhhh/c aspect worked for you. I felt it a tricky line to walk, between the dispassionate POV and my own desire to describe it all. But, good heavens, John is such a brave and valiant soul, and I do love him to bits.
I liked how you had him thinking "please, God, let him live" with a nod to the actual line from the show.
Oh, this really makes my day - thank you!!! I figured this, more than anything, would show that John was prioritizing Sherlock's life over his own. I'm really pleased that Lestrade going back for John's body, even knowing he was dead, made sense, too. And I'm so happy the ending seemed happy rather than just... well, anticlimatic. ;)
Your encouragement gives me such energy and joy - I appreciate it so much! Thank you. *hugs*
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Date: 2012-01-04 05:54 am (UTC)I've never left feedback for you before, but I must say that I love your stories. I love both gen and slash stories in this fandom, but since gen stories are hard to find in it, I especially appreciate those. And yours are among my favourites!
I live in the US, and the only reason I'm able to watch the new episodes now is because my sister set me up with BBC iPlayer on my computer. I still haven't watched SiB in its entirety, because I want to stretch out the enjoyment as long as I can. I was a bit disappointed in the cliffhanger resolution, but your fic puts such a lovely twist on it that I can't really complain!
Keep writing Sherlock !!
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Date: 2012-01-04 12:40 pm (UTC)I'm so thrilled you think so! Thank you very much for this.
It means a lot to know you read and enjoy my stories. I really appreciate your kind words!
I was a bit disappointed in the cliffhanger resolution, but your fic puts such a lovely twist on it that I can't really complain!
This absolutely makes my day. Thank you. I knew going into the episode that, considering all that had to happen with Irene Adler, they couldn't devote too much time to resolving that pool scene - and I loved that scene so much! So my goal was to stretch it out as long as possible. LOL! ;) I'm so happy this worked for you. Thanks again for your lovely comments!
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Date: 2012-01-04 06:06 am (UTC)Either way, I'm very impressed!
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Date: 2012-01-04 12:45 pm (UTC)I'm glad the timing worked for you. Thanks for asking! And for your encouraging and generous words. I appreciate them.
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Date: 2012-01-05 02:49 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-01-05 06:54 pm (UTC)I love the resulting contrast of the complete non-event as Time is returned to its proper stream bed.
Oh, this makes me very happy indeed! Thank you so much, my friend. I appreciate it tremendously. *hugs*
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Date: 2012-01-06 04:57 pm (UTC)Lovely story!
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Date: 2012-01-07 12:47 pm (UTC)