Sherlock Holmes fic: the lost are like this
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes (canon, Laurie R. King/Mary Russell books)
Summary: But of course there are always reasons. It takes Mary Russell many years to understand Sherlock Holmes.
Pairing/Rating: Holmes/Watson, Holmes/Russell friendship. Rated Mature. 8,900 words.
Notes: This fic carries a strong trigger warning for mental illness, attempted suicide, and general gloominess. I shower
This fic is an AU to the Laurie R. King books in the same way that those books can be considered an AU to the canon. I wanted to explore some of the things that bothered me about the books, at the same time as I explored what a Holmes/Watson relationship would be like in this universe. This is a different Holmes, more unstable, but I think these things are hinted at in the canon, and I wanted to play those references up, not down.
At first, Russell finds Holmes’ relationship with Watson puzzling. She’s read the stories. A small, ineffectual man, she thinks. Frequently dim, sometimes stupid, occasionally insightful.
But she is fifteen and she is wounded and parentless and she hates Watson, for what he represents. Because what little regard Holmes has apportioned out to his fellow human beings, he has given to Watson, unwaveringly and unconditionally.
This is before she learns that men can know each other from the inside out without ever having to give a name to the thing that they share. Before she learns how completely stories can lie, how the dream world they conjure up begs to be more real than blood and skin and bone.
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