Another
holmestice fic - this one was written as a gift for
lavvyan, who really deserves a novel for being a holmestice mod. :)
BTW, that community site is once again highly recommended. And if anyone likes cracky adventure fic featuring Victorian zombies, you'll probably enjoy the gift I received myself, which is
"Impossible" by
schwarze_elster (rated R).
So, here we go:
Characters/Pairings: H/W, Moriarty, mention of W/Mary; everything else is in the eye of the beholder. Book Canon with a dash of Granada, some ideas borrowed from BBC.
Word count: Around 6700.
Disclaimer: Not mine, as usual.
Rating: PG. And slash.
Betaed by
mrs_sweetpeach, who once again spent a lot of time correcting my mistakes and discussing tricky dialogue (which was fun and led to significant improvement). Thanks!
Summary: “I feel that I am looking into a dusty mirror, and looking back at me is a twisted image of myself. It is the image of a man I could have become… Perhaps it is even the image of the man I am destined to be.” Watson wrote down the events leading up to Reichenbach, but sometimes even those who are closest to us are not privy to our deepest secrets. This is Holmes’ POV.
"Over here..."