spacemutineer

Title: Scars
Written for: acdholmesfest 2017
Recipient: rachelindeed
Author: spacemutineer
Rating: PG
Characters: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
Warnings: residuals of war
Word Count: 2550
Beta Thanks: to my dear tweedisgood, always so helpful and encouraging.
Summary: Early in their partnership, Holmes turns to Watson with a question.
"We have been learning about each other, Watson. I would learn this."

( "It won't do, Watson." )

Title: Readers
Author: spacemutineer
Rating: G
Warnings: angst
Word Count: 2750
Beta Thanks: tweedisgood, who is wonderful, encouraging, and absolutely irreplaceable.
Author's Notes: Written for stellinia in the Autumn 2014 acd_holmesfest exchange.
Summary: In the retirement years, when Watson is "beyond my ken" as Holmes describes it, the author struggles to maintain connection with his readers.

( He blamed me, of course, but what else was he to do? )

Title: The One Fixed Point
Author: spacemutineer
Rating: PG
Warnings: angst, discussion of death and drugs, ACD canon-esque fantastical elements
Word Count: ~7000
Author's Notes: Written for colebaltblue for the Autumn 2013 acd_holmesfest exchange.
Summary: Long into retirement and after yet another extended absence, Sherlock Holmes comes to visit a convalescent Watson with an unexpected question and a most unusual offer.
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Title: Matter
Author: spacemutineer
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: death
Word Count: 172
Author's Notes: My first BBC fic, actually, and my first prompt fill in a very long time.
Prompt: from comment-fic: Sherlock BBC, John / or + Sherlock, AU, John makes a bargain with a demon or the devil. In exchange for his own soul Sherlock will be resurrected from the grave.


"I have to see it," he says.

He's out the door before John can stop him.

Down in the morgue, he finally pauses his furious motion, his hand clamped on the drawer. He pauses, but only for the space of a single living heartbeat.

The drawer slides open with a high metallic squeal. Sherlock's body, the other one, the dead one, lies motionless, staring at the cheap industrial ceiling tiles with its empty glass eyes. The bullet hole in the center of its bare white chest looks so much smaller now than the first time John saw it.

"How?" Sherlock says, his face up close to the corpse, his hands with their delicate blue veins dancing over it, examining it for any explanation. All he finds instead are questions. "Who is this? What is this? I don't understand. John, how did you do this? What have you done?"

Sherlock blinks at him. And breathes. And shakes. And lives.

"It doesn't matter anymore, Sherlock. It doesn't matter anymore."

Title: Kindling
Author: spacemutineer
Word Count: 1562
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: angst, voyeurism without consent
Prompt: from the kmeme
Author's notes: Unbetaed, my apologies. And wow, this is not my usual thing at all. I'm not quite sure where it came from, as the prompt was not even close to my usual either. But here it is.
Summary: If the existence of a lover for Watson was obvious and unsurprising, discovering Watson’s newfound partner was in fact a man came as a bolt of lightning from the open sky.

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