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Sherlock fic: Solving for Home
Title: Solving for Home
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fiona_fawkes
Author:impulsereader
Beta/Britpicker:quarryquest
Characters/Pairings: John, Sherlock, plus a tiny smattering of Lestrade and Mrs Hudson. Gen.
Rating: PG for a bit of violence visited upon the lads during the course of events.
Warnings: None
Summary: A look at the evolution of John and Sherlock’s friendship.
A/N: Written for December 2012![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
holmestice. Now with added Bartók! Thanks go to pargoletta for being my ethnomusicologist. In the end I decided there was no real reason for Sherlock to especially enjoy practicing a piece which is only, at best, half of a whole. There are a few additional notes at the end.
*****
2010
The flat was quiet.
John had only lived at 221B Baker Street for three days and six hours so far, but judging from the events which had filled the hours, minutes, and very seconds of those three and a quarter days, he was guessing (or, rather, he’d do better to deduce, he corrected himself) that it was going to be a very rare thing for the flat to be quiet.
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fiona_fawkesAuthor:
impulsereaderBeta/Britpicker:
quarryquestCharacters/Pairings: John, Sherlock, plus a tiny smattering of Lestrade and Mrs Hudson. Gen.
Rating: PG for a bit of violence visited upon the lads during the course of events.
Warnings: None
Summary: A look at the evolution of John and Sherlock’s friendship.
A/N: Written for December 2012
holmestice. Now with added Bartók! Thanks go to pargoletta for being my ethnomusicologist. In the end I decided there was no real reason for Sherlock to especially enjoy practicing a piece which is only, at best, half of a whole. There are a few additional notes at the end.*****
2010
The flat was quiet.
John had only lived at 221B Baker Street for three days and six hours so far, but judging from the events which had filled the hours, minutes, and very seconds of those three and a quarter days, he was guessing (or, rather, he’d do better to deduce, he corrected himself) that it was going to be a very rare thing for the flat to be quiet.
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