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Title - Saving Sherlock Holmes (43/43)
Author -earlgreytea68
Rating - Teen
Characters - Sherlock, Mycroft, John
Spoilers - Through "The Reichenbach Fall"
Disclaimer - I don't own them and I don't make money off of them, but I don't like to dwell on that, so let's move on.
Summary - Sherlock Holmes, schoolboy. Yeah, that basically sums it up.
Author's Notes - The end, you guys! How have we reached the end? When I started posting this, it seemed as if I was never going to reach the end, and yet here we are.

The usual thank yous all apply. To flawedamythyst and sensiblecat for the Britpick; to the readers who read as this was being written, including chicklet73; and to arctacuda, who uncomplainingly betas massive amounts of fic.

Special end-of-story thank-yous to all of YOU. You have been lovely, wonderful readers, and I thank you very much. I'm so glad you came along for the journey, and that you seemed to love Sherlock and John and Mycroft and Greg as much as I love them all, which is always my goal as a writer. This fic was a delight to write, even with the confusing education-system stuff (I fear I will never be proficient in the UK educational system, but I am severely indebted to everyone who gave me lessons in it!). If all of you enjoyed this story even half as much as I enjoyed it while I was in the middle of writing it, then I consider it to be a success. :-)

So far, I honestly don't have any intention to write any more in this 'verse, mostly because, well, in my head they all live happily ever after. Maybe someday I'll come upon an idea that will make me revisit them, but for now I have sent them off into the sunset and they are very grateful to not have me invading their heads (or their bedrooms) anymore. Now it's time to move to the heads and bedrooms of the John Watson and Sherlock Holmes who play baseball...

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 - Chapter 31 - Chapter 32 - Chapter 33 - Chapter 34 - Chapter 35 - Chapter 36 - Chapter 37 - Chapter 38 - Chapter 39 - Chapter 40 - Chapter 41 - Chapter 42

Chapter Forty-Three

John’s mother and sister were both in John’s hospital room when Sherlock walked past the bodyguards flanking the door. Sherlock had been expecting them, but they still gave him an awkward moment’s pause. What he wanted to do was crawl into bed with John and put his ear over his heart and listen, but he didn’t think that he was allowed to do that with an audience in the room. Not that he cared, but he thought John might care, and John had enough to be furious about, what with his near-death experience and everything.

Sherlock spared only the briefest glance for John’s mother and sister and instead took in everything about John’s condition with a sweeping glance. His heartbeat was strong and regular. That was a good sign, thought Sherlock. He’d apparently asked for him. Another good sign. Sherlock walked carefully over to the side of the bed and peered down at John, whose eyes were closed. Sleeping? Sherlock catalogued the paleness of John’s skin. To be expected. He’d improve, Sherlock thought. He leaned, trying to catch a glimpse of John’s shoulder under the blanket pulled up to John’s chin, and John must have sensed him, because he blinked his eyes open and Sherlock froze, waiting for him to say something.

“Sherlock,” said John, and gave him a flickering smile, a shadow of his usual one. “Where have you been?”

“I don’t know,” answered Sherlock, feeling too confused to think about where he’d been. “With Mycroft. How are you feeling? Are you in any pain? Nauseated? Is the tip of your nose itchy? That could be the anesthesia.”

John shook his head with a weakness that Sherlock found alarming because he was finding everything about John being in a hospital bed alarming. “My nose is fine. You look terrible.”

This offended Sherlock. “Do I?” he retorted. “And I’m not even the one who jumped in front of a bullet like an idiot, so you can imagine what you look like.”

John smiled, smaller than usual but genuine. The look in his eyes was the look he almost always had in his eyes, that unbelievable you’re fantastic look. Sherlock thought of never seeing that look again and needed to touch him, needed to reassure himself, needed the data of his all-right-ness.

“Sorry,” said Sherlock, “I just have to…” and then leaned his head down, into the curve of John’s uninjured shoulder, burying his face against him. He was warm, alive, solid.

“I’m fine,” John told him. “I really am.”

“You’re such an idiot,” Sherlock mumbled against him. “You are such an idiot.”

“I know,” John agreed. “I know.”

“We should go,” he heard John’s mother say.

Sherlock couldn’t quite read her tone. Resentful? Resigned? Embarrassed? Annoyed? Sherlock found he didn’t care. He kept his face against John and said, “Good,” which probably didn’t help his relationship with John’s mother.

The door opened and closed and John said, “I see you’re turning on the charm for my mother.” Sherlock ignored him and straightened and said, earnestly, “I love you. I know I never say it to you, but I love you. I love you so much it seems stupid to say it to you, because it comes nowhere near to being accurate, it’s…I love you.”

John looked confused. “I know that. I’ve always known that. I told you. Were you worried I didn’t know that?”

“If you knew how much I love you, then why would you do that?”

“Do what?”

“This.” Sherlock swept a hand toward John’s shoulder. “I find this whole thing unacceptable.”

“And I found the alternative unacceptable. Let’s agree to disagree. I’m too exhausted to fight with you right now.”

Sherlock sat anxiously in the chair next to John’s bed. “Sorry. I’m sorry. Tell me exactly how you feel.”

“I’m fine. Just tired.”

“How did you do this, when it was me in the hospital bed? How did you bear it?”

“I suffered in silence,” said John, in the tone of a long-suffering martyr.

“I’m serious. I don’t know how to do this.” Sherlock felt swallowed up with terror. John was fine, he was fine, but he had never seemed so fragile to Sherlock. Sherlock looked at him and saw the vulnerability of his skull, the accessibility of his carotid artery, the collapsibility of his windpipe. John Watson was a bundle of exposed deaths, waiting to happen, and Sherlock in response felt like a bundle of exposed nerves.

John looked at him and said, “No one does.”

“But I’m Sherlock Holmes,” said Sherlock, almost desperately. “I know everything.”

“Come here,” said John, after a moment, shifting to make room for him on the bed.

Sherlock needed no further invitation. He’d been practically holding his breath, hoping that John would suggest it. Sherlock clambered onto the bed and plastered himself against John. John winced a bit, and Sherlock said, “Am I hurting you? I’m sorry,” but didn’t move away, because he needed this, needed this closeness, and John said, “No,” even though he probably was hurting him, because John knew he needed it, too.

John spoke eventually, his voice soft. “I want to spend the rest of our lives watching you try to figure out how to do this.”

Sherlock squeezed his eyes shut, breathed John in, and silently agreed.

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John had progressed to the point of sitting up in bed. He was making Sherlock read his schoolwork to him, because he tired easily enough still that it was trying, and also because Sherlock complained about it a lot and John liked to hear him complain. Sherlock complaining was his natural state, it was comforting, and John loved the rhythm of Sherlock complaining. Sometimes John tried to imagine a future for himself with less complaining, and such a thing seemed like a terrible, gaping void.

His mother and sister stopped by daily, and both seemed to be doing so well that John was almost pleased that he’d gone and got himself shot, if it had given them a wake-up call. Harry plainly didn’t know what to make of Sherlock, and it didn’t help that Sherlock usually curled in a sulky ball whenever they were in the room and radiated a possessive displeasure. John was going to have to call Sherlock on that eventually, but he figured Sherlock had had enough of a scare recently that he was allowed some moments of possessiveness toward him.

John thought his mother didn’t know what to make of Sherlock either, but seemed to be leaning toward disliking him. John thought his mother was probably hoping this whole thing was a phase. Probably, at a certain point, John would have agreed with her. It had never entered his mind before meeting Sherlock that the love of his life would turn out to be a man. He thought it more likely than not now that it was definitely true. He wasn’t entirely sure he was gay, but he was sure that he loved Sherlock, that, so long as Sherlock wanted him, he intended to spend the rest of his life with him, keeping him safe so that he could keep complaining. And his mother would just have to learn to accept that.

John hadn’t seen much of Mycroft. He knew Mycroft was probably pulling strings for him all over the place, because Mycroft was always pulling strings, but he stayed mostly out of the way, which was why, when he knocked on the hospital room door a week after everything had happened, John was surprised to see him.

Sherlock was half-sprawled next to him on the bed, one foot on the floor because there wasn’t quite room for him, The Interpretation of Dreams open in his hands. He paused in reading aloud from it to say to Mycroft, “Did you want something?”

“What are you reading?” asked Mycroft, coming into the room.

The Interpretation of Dreams,” answered John, while Sherlock scowled over their happy cocoon being invaded.

“How…romantic,” said Mycroft.

“It’s dreadful,” said Sherlock, fervently.

Mycroft chuckled and sat in the chair by John’s bed, setting his omnipresent umbrella next to him. “I wanted to talk to the two of you.”

Sherlock eyed him suspiciously. “This cannot possibly be good.”

Mycroft ignored him, looking at John. “I hear you’ve received an offer from UCL.”

“Yes,” said John. “Conditional, of course, but yes.”

Sherlock was descending into sulking mode next to him, which he always did when the topic of John’s university plans came up.

“Congratulations,” said Mycroft, easily. “But I thought, recent events being what they have been, you might be interested in a bit of a break. A gap year.”

John looked at him in confusion. “A gap year?” The thought had never occurred to him. He couldn’t really afford a gap year. “Doing what?”

Mycroft shrugged. “Whatever you like.”

“Where?”

“Anywhere. Everywhere. I would pay, of course.”

John stared at him, trying to add up the cost of an open-ended gap year like the one Mycroft was proposing. “I… No. I couldn’t possibly accept—”

“Fine,” interrupted Mycroft, sounding bored. “Don’t think of it as a present then. Think of it as payment for preserving for me a most treasured object.” Mycroft’s eyes flickered to Sherlock.

“I don’t—” John began.

“And, of course, you must accept, because I simply cannot allow Sherlock to take a gap year entirely on his own, he’d get into all sorts of trouble. At least if you’re along with him I can be assured that he’ll be slightly less careless with his well-being than he might otherwise be inclined to be.”

Sherlock straightened on the bed, pouncing before John could react to that. “What are you talking about?” he demanded.

“Something the headmaster said to me when you were having your melodramatic brush with pneumonia,” remarked Mycroft. “You’re more than capable of taking your A-levels now. As it is, you’re barely attending any divs at all. Why shouldn’t you take a gap year next year? Especially as you have no intention of subjecting yourself to the whims of idiots and attend university the way stupid people like John and I do.”

“Are you serious?” said Sherlock. “You’re not going to fight me on that?”

“No,” said Mycroft.

“Why not?”

Mycroft sighed. “Because we’re on the same side, Sherlock. No catch. A gap year for the two of you. That’s what I’m proposing. Greg would keep taking care of Gladstone, in case you’re worried about him.”

“And what about Moriarty?” said Sherlock. “You’d never let us do this if Moriarty—”

“The issue of Moriarty has been addressed,” Mycroft cut him off, simply, and then stood. “Think about it. There’s no rush. I just thought you might want to be considering all of your options, John, as you try to make decisions about next year.”

John watched Mycroft leave, thinking. He’d never really considered the possibility of taking a gap year. Now it seemed…like a pretty fabulous idea. A gap year, to see the world. All of the places he’d never really thought he’d ever get to see. See the world with Sherlock, instead of going off to university without him, and then come back and start down the path of being a doctor.

“What do you think?” Sherlock asked.

“What do you think?” John countered.

“I think we should do it.” Sherlock sat up suddenly, practically bouncing in his enthusiasm. “I think it sounds brilliant. I’ll get out of Eton, and you won’t have to go to London yet, and we’ll be together. Do you know how much we could see? We could go to all those hot, sunny places you thought about as a child. We could go to Bohemia. And Sumatra! We could go to Switzerland; I’ve always wanted to see the Reichenbach Falls. We could even rent a yacht and see if we could find pirates!”

“Pirates?” echoed John, in bewilderment.

“I wanted to be a pirate, you know.”

“A pirate?”

Sherlock ignored him. “Then we could come back and get a flat in London. I could solve crimes for people, and you could go to university.”

“How very domesticated we sound,” said John, smiling.

Sherlock tossed The Interpretation of Dreams off to the side and rolled carefully onto him. “I’ll keep severed heads in the fridge,” he promised.

“That’s better.”

Sherlock kissed him. “I’ll play the violin at all hours and keep you up.”

John kissed him back. “I’d expect nothing less.”

“Mmm. Sometimes I won’t talk for hours on end.”

“Because you’ll be snogging me?”

“Possibly.”

“Well, this all sounds heavenly.”

Sherlock grinned, his kisses deepening, and John prepared to settle into the sort of lazy, extended snog that Sherlock adored. Except that Sherlock suddenly lifted his head, turned to look at something John couldn’t see.

“What?” asked John.

“Mycroft left his umbrella,” Sherlock said.

“So? Oh, are you afraid he’ll come back to get it? Go and take it to the nurses’ desk for him.”

“No.” Sherlock sounded strange. “Mycroft never forgets his umbrella. He…” Sherlock looked down at John. “He forgot his umbrella.”

John was confused. “Are you…worried he’s, what, sick or something?”

“No.” Sherlock smiled suddenly. “No, actually I’m not worried at all. Now. Where were we?”

“I think we were about to become flatmates and solve crimes together.”

“Ah, yes. It’s going to be so fabulous that people will talk of it for centuries to come.”

“Oh, really?”

“Well, yes, because you’re going to document everything.”

“I’m going to leave out all the shagging we’ll be doing.”

“That’s so Victorian of you, Dr. Watson,” said Sherlock Holmes, and kissed him.




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On March 27th, 2013 11:03 pm (UTC), earlgreytea68 replied:
Everything in John Watson's life will be better when this fic is over than it was before this fic began. And that's a good thing for him. :-)

And I'm sure someday John Watson will blog their gap year adventures for the whole world to enjoy!

This fic started with Mycroft developing his psychological attachment to always being prepared for disaster and having an umbrella, and now it gets to end with Mycroft once again being confident enough to go off into the world without an umbrella. EVERYONE got a happy ending here! :-)

So glad you enjoyed this!
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On March 27th, 2013 10:38 pm (UTC), kizzia commented:
All the love! I'm giving you all the love! This was just far too fabulous for words and I'm babbling and I don't care! A perfect end to a well-written, in-character humdinger of a story with plot and romance and everything else a girl could want. Thank you for sharing this wonderful vision of teen!lock, I've enjoyed more than I thought possible and I'm going to miss waiting eagerly for the updates so much! It's a good job you've got Nature vs nurture on the go or I'd be utterly bereft!
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On March 27th, 2013 11:04 pm (UTC), earlgreytea68 replied:
Thank you so much! I am so delighted that you enjoyed this fic so much, and I hope you enjoy the clone-baby-fic just as much!!
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On March 27th, 2013 10:41 pm (UTC), winter_hermit commented:
John Watson was a bundle of exposed deaths, waiting to happen,

Loved this line. Love this story!
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On March 27th, 2013 11:04 pm (UTC), earlgreytea68 replied:
Thanks! I'm fond of that line myself! :-)
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On March 27th, 2013 11:01 pm (UTC), 1trackmind commented:
John Watson was a bundle of exposed deaths, waiting to happen, and Sherlock in response felt like a bundle of exposed nerves.

I love it! That's a great line.

And the ending was perfection!
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On March 27th, 2013 11:06 pm (UTC), earlgreytea68 replied:
Poor John Watson. I think Sherlock will really never stop fretting about him, but he'll be happy while he does it.

Glad you liked the ending!
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On March 28th, 2013 12:15 am (UTC), azriona commented:
The only good thing about insomnia is finding a chapter waiting for me to read. But having read it, I'm going to try to go back to sleep until it's a relatively decent hour of the morning (relative for me, anyway), and I will leave a proper review when I'm actually awake.

Except for this:

Greg would keep taking care of Gladstone, in case you’re worried about him.

This line was for me, wasn't it? And even if it wasn't originally written with the intention of shutting me up, that's just because you're like omnipres....ommminipres....onomatopoeia....um. Very smart. Hush, you.
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On March 28th, 2013 02:25 am (UTC), earlgreytea68 replied:
Oh, no! Sorry for your insomnia! But I'm glad this chapter was there to keep you company! :-)

So that line about Gladstone has been in there from the first draft. HOWEVER, yes, it was clearly because I knew you would become obsessed with what had happened to the dog. (Mycroft's very fond of that dog, too, by this point. He's been living with Greg and Mycroft since John's hospitalization.)
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On March 28th, 2013 01:06 am (UTC), wabushank commented:
"I’ve always wanted to see the Reichenbach Falls."

YOU DIDN'T.

Thank you for such a wonderful story! It's been a pleasure to read this over the past few months. I can't wait to start it all over again :D
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On March 28th, 2013 02:31 am (UTC), earlgreytea68 replied:
But I promise nothing *happens* at Reichenbach Falls! He goes to see it and is bored within two minutes! :-)
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On March 28th, 2013 01:11 am (UTC), Courtney Hunt commented:
Perfect ending. Lovely.

I suppose, given that you've told us there is no more in this verse, that there is no point in begging for the gap year story to be written. But I, for one, would adore reading it.

For me, this is an instant classic and a story I will re-read often. I am looking forward to the continuation of the clone baby fic though:-)

Thank you for sharing your awesome story with the world.
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On March 28th, 2013 02:32 am (UTC), earlgreytea68 replied:
Hee! You would be surprised how many people are begging for the gap year fic! I admit I never even stopped to imagine what the boys could get up to in their gap year, but, well, it could be interesting...

So glad you loved this so much, and hope you continue to love the clone baby fic!
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On March 28th, 2013 01:56 am (UTC), fuzzyboo03 commented:
Oh, just lovely, all of it. *imagines who's waiting at home for Mycroft*

Now I can read the clone baby story, I was waiting for this to finish.
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On March 28th, 2013 02:39 am (UTC), earlgreytea68 replied:
Yup, Greg definitely waiting at home for Mycroft. Mycroft gets a happy ending, too. :-)
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On March 28th, 2013 02:07 am (UTC), chocolamousse commented:
in my head they all live happily ever after.
I second what's in your head heartily. There's no better reason not to write more in this universe! Oh, wait, also one day they'll have a clone baby! :D

Now it's time to move to the heads and bedrooms of the John Watson and Sherlock Holmes who play baseball...
Forgive me if the only word I remember in this sentence is bedroom.

“Sorry,” said Sherlock, “I just have to…” and then leaned his head down, into the curve of John’s uninjured shoulder, burying his face against him.
Aww, he's not afraid of showing his vulnerability. He's so different from who he was pre-John!

“You’re such an idiot,” Sherlock mumbled against him. “You are such an idiot.”
If it's not the Sherlockian equivalent of "I love you", I don't know what it is.

I love you so much it seems stupid to say it to you, because it comes nowhere near to being accurate, it’s…I love you.”
That's a beautiful and very Sherlockian explanation. Why saying it? It's... obvious!

John Watson was a bundle of exposed deaths, waiting to happen, and Sherlock in response felt like a bundle of exposed nerves.
Poor Sherlock. He learns that love is not only rainbows and fluffy rabbits. (It's a metaphor, yes. :D)

He’d been practically holding his breath, hoping that John would suggest it.
And of course he couldn't just ask. Some things never change...

“I want to spend the rest of our lives watching you try to figure out how to do this.”
That sounds like marriage vows.

Sherlock complained about it a lot and John liked to hear him complain. Sherlock complaining was his natural state, it was comforting
I hope he'll never say that to Sherlock or he'll spend his whole life listening to his grievances. And Mycroft will spend his whole life listening to his "I hate you". :D

Sherlock [...] radiated a possessive displeasure
*giggles* So very him!

But I thought, recent events being what they have been, you might be interested in a bit of a break. A gap year.
Brilliant idea! They'll go to Tibet to teach English to monks and they'll live happily in a cosy cell with a skull on the mantelpiece and ... Wait, I may be getting a tiny bit confused.

Think of it as payment for preserving for me a most treasured object.
I think I skipped a chapter. When did John save Mycroft's umbrella?

Mycroft’s eyes flickered to Sherlock.
Oh. Sorry.

Greg would keep taking care of Gladstone, in case you’re worried about him.
Worrying about Gladstone? Oh come on. Don't be ridiculous. *coughs*

“The issue of Moriarty has been addressed,” Mycroft cut him off, simply, and then stood.
Oooh, there's so much power and inexorability behind these words. I wouldn't like to be Mycroft's ennemy.

All of the places he’d never really thought he’d ever get to see.
Don't go to Afghanistan. I repeat, DON'T GO TO AFGHANISTAN.

We could go to Bohemia. And Sumatra!
*chuckles*
If you come across a woman by the name of Irene, run. If you come across a giant rat, run too.

We could go to Switzerland; I’ve always wanted to see the Reichenbach Falls.
*stops chuckling* And I suppose you think you're funny. *looks daggers at you*

“Mycroft never forgets his umbrella. He…” Sherlock looked down at John. “He forgot his umbrella.”
Either Mycroft is madly in love, or there's a miniature camera hidden in the handle.

“I’m going to leave out all the shagging we’ll be doing.”
Don't worry John, some people will take care of that. *sniggers*

Dammit, my comment has 57 characters too many. I nearly did it this time. Please hold the line.
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On March 28th, 2013 02:07 am (UTC), chocolamousse replied:
Aaaah, what a brilliant ending for a brilliant fic. I LOVE this story, as I might have mentioned so once or twice. *coughs* Like every one of your stories does, it leaves me smiling like a happy idiot and it makes me feel happy. You write feel-good fics. :D It was great to follow your characters in their journey, especially Sherlock and Mycroft who end so different and so happier than at the beginning. It's the story of the Holmes' humanisation, they find who they really are and they find each other again. And you're such a good story-teller, it's in turn funny, moving, sweet and gasp-inducing, and the happy ending is so satisfying. Also, there is a lot of snogging. I'm so happy you're such a prolific author and there's so much more to come! :-)
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On March 28th, 2013 02:15 am (UTC), crimedoc1 commented:
SQUEE!! I'm back in the US and there are CHAPTERS (plural! multiple chapters!) of this awesome fic for me to read! And now that it is done I can reread the entire thing from the beginning all over again.

So.... where's the sequel? :-D

(just curious, did Mycroft really forget his umbrella or is he surreptitiously bugging the room with some miniaturized device secretly implanted in the handle?)
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On March 28th, 2013 02:46 am (UTC), earlgreytea68 replied:
Yup, many chapters! The best thing to have!

People keep begging for a sequel! And now you've all convinced me I should be thinking about it!

Mycroft really did forget his umbrella. Because he feels safe and secure enough now not to need it. You're so suspicious! ;-)
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On March 28th, 2013 02:26 am (UTC), gallifrey_eire commented:
“Ah, yes. It’s going to be so fabulous that people will talk of it for centuries to come.”

“Oh, really?”

“Well, yes, because you’re going to document everything.”

“I’m going to leave out all the shagging we’ll be doing.”


This. This. Is unbelievably perfect and great and nothing will ever be wrong again! Fantastic ending to a crazy awesome story! Loved every minute :)
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On March 28th, 2013 02:47 am (UTC), earlgreytea68 replied:
Awww, thank you! I'm so glad you enjoyed this! :-)
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On March 28th, 2013 03:01 am (UTC), tracker_lucifer commented:
Is it terrible that when John and Sherlock talked about all their assorted options of spending their year together a little hobbit popped into my head, running through Hobbiton shouting "I'm going on an adventure!"?

But I digress and I would love to say this is an lovely ending to a fantastic story. You kept me on the edge of my seat in some of the chapters and absolutely feel for the boys. Your characterization of all of them were spot on and just amazingly well played.

I cannot wait for the next chapter to Sherlock-Clone-Baby Saga and your future projects.

Thank you for taking me on this journey with these characters.
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On March 28th, 2013 03:43 am (UTC), earlgreytea68 replied:
No! That is not terrible at all! I love that!

I'm so glad you came along for this journey! :-)
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On March 28th, 2013 03:09 am (UTC), wickedgillie commented:
Bravo! Bravo! Bravo!

I loved this entire fic, this lovely little verse, that you've crafted for our four boys. The characters were totally themselves, and more, and real, and I just want to squish them all because I've grown to love them so damned much.

I also wouldn't complain if we someday hear about that utterly fabulous gap year!

Thank you for this. Truly. This fic was a gift and a joy and something that made so many of my days brighter.
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On March 28th, 2013 03:44 am (UTC), earlgreytea68 replied:
I want to squish them all, too! :-)

And everybody wants to hear about the gap year. I may have to think on that.
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On March 28th, 2013 06:19 am (UTC), issen4 commented:
This is such a lovely ending!

“I suffered in silence,” said John, in the tone of a long-suffering martyr.

Snarky even from the hospital bed.
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On March 28th, 2013 01:13 pm (UTC), earlgreytea68 replied:
Ha! John Watson wouldn't be John Watson without a bit of snark!
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On March 28th, 2013 08:51 am (UTC), neurotoxia commented:
I'd offer to stand up in front of my computer and applaud you but you woudn't be able to see that. So imagine me doing it and I'll still try and find some words:

A wonderful ending to a wonderful fic. I've loved every chapter of the ups and downs of our boys and while I'm a bit sad to see them go, it overall leaves me with a warm, fuzzy feeling <3

And now I shall go back and have a re-read in one go!
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On March 28th, 2013 01:26 pm (UTC), earlgreytea68 replied:
I will definitely imagine it and it is a lovely thing to imagine!

It is always bittersweet to reach the end of a fic, but now you have re-reading to keep you company!
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