Er. So I wrote fic. I'm not entirely sure how it happened. I was on Tumblr, forlorn over the last episode of Sherlock, then a realisation hit. Or should I say, a plot bunny bit. Two hours and three thousand words later this happened. I don't even know.
Title: Too Empty To Share
Author:
elethonielPairing(s): Implied Sherlock/John. Very brief John/OFC.
Rating: PG, only for a couple of swear words.
Words: 3,221 (I knew it was complete when I did a word count! :D)
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Sherlock and John belong to Mofftiss, the BBC, and ACD. This idea is also taken from a novel by Ceceila Ahern. That belongs to her beautiful brain. More notes at the end.
Warnings: Spoilers for The Reichenbach Fall! Also there is magical realism, angst, and a happy ending!
This is the first fic I've written in the Sherlock fandom, and the first I've written in
years. Beta'd by myself, if there are any errors, please let me know :)
Summary: John finds himself in the place where the lost things go.
It happened one morning.
( He’d had a restless nightCollapse )