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snowdarkred) wrote2010-11-07 08:25 pm
WHAT AM I DOING??? Sherlock fic preview
UNTITLED
INCOMPLETE
WORK IN PROGRESS
SHERLOCK AU FIC
God help me, I'm using Sunshine as a backdrop for this. Shhh, no one tell on me. Seriously.
John was just young enough during the Wars for the details to be lost in the fuzzy layers of memory. He only really recalled the general terror and some of the scarier incidents from the news. School was canceled often enough that he and Harry did most of their learning at home, from text books illuminated by flickering apotropaic candles. Their mother plastered the doorways and windows with wards and always tucked protection spells in her children's pockets when they left the house.
She was killed by a rogue werefox when John was ten. It had been just after the Wars had ended, during that blank space of time when no one was quiet sure whether it was really over. The werefox in question had been unable to afford the cycle-stopping medication that was so popular on the black market. The Special Other Forces had declared the murder a cold case shortly after it was confirmed not to be the work of the Darkest Others, vampires; they had no interest in something as ordinary as an uncontrolled.
John burned with anger, but not nearly as much hot or hard as Harry did. His father just fell into the bottle and never found his way back out.
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With his older sister venting her rage on the world, and his father stewing in grief and alcohol, it fell to John to take care of the wards. Protective spells always worked better and lasted longer if you spent a little time with them, and his mum had taken pride in how strongly they were guarded.
Clearly, it hadn't been enough.
At least once every week, John would settle into the center of their little house with a box of the latest incense in one hand and a burning bowl in the other. He lit the incense and watched it spiral upwards in slow, mournful arcs, and then he let it carry him outwards, into the walls of the house. The wards greeted him with enthusiasm, wrapping themselves around him and shaking themselves in a manner not-unlike that of a pack of excited dogs.
John kept it a secret. It was the only thing he could do. Both Harry and their father had turned their backs on magic altogether. They refused to have anything to do with it, as if not acknowledging its existence would somehow stop it from breaking into their house and killing them all. He tried to make the wards last as long as he could. Wards, even stationary wards like the ones that protected their house, didn't last more than a month or two before fizzling out. One had to replace them before they did, or else, but decent wardcrafters were expensive, and John didn't have the money.
But to his surprise – they didn't die. They didn't even fade. If anything, they grew stronger.
And that was how John Watson discovered that he had a gift for wardkeeping. Too bad he would never be able to do anything with it.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!!
WTF SHOULD I DO WITH THIS???
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KEEP GOING
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I AM NEVER GOING TO FINISH MY BIGBANG FIC.
I AM A HORRIBLE HORRIBLE PERSON WHO IS HORRIBLE. Also, why do I always try to spell who as how?
WHY DO I LIKE ROBIN MCKINLEY BOOKS SO MUCH? D:
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:P
You can do it! :D (All of it 8D )
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:P
I really hope I can. Next weekend is my Weekend of Solitude, and I really hope I can use the time to knock out some serious word count. The rough draft is due in like, two weeks. D: Not to mention all the other crap I hate to do. /o\ So far, I have written everything from Losers fic to non-BB Inception fic, to Sherlock fic(s). BUT I'M STILL NOT DONE WITH THE ONES I'VE BEEN WORKING ON FOR AGES. AAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!
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...and I wish. :P
WoS? Sounds awesome. I've got me one more of those til payday, I'm counting change to gas my car at this point 8D
YOU CAN DO IT
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Slog and then go back and edit until it's decent? That's why I do half the time. I haaaate my writing sometimes.
And trust me, I may barely be in the fandom anymore, but I think I can safely say that the fandom? Will be fucking thrilled to see it continued. :3
I'M DOOMED. PERIOD. THIS IS WHY I DON'T SIGN UP FOR THINGS. D: I never finish. :(
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I'm a chronic self-editor. I don't rush through with my writing, I tend to consider every line and tweak it before moving on. XD;
The BB fics this year are fantastic, so lurk your way back in enough to read them. :D
Ditto for me, but I just totally flaked on my BB fic. XD (I HAD signed up for ST BB, but yeah...)
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I edit throughout, usually when I reread before starting again, and before&after I post. I do a lot of, wait, that doesn't make sense/fit/work when I do, because I was just blahblahblah'ing when I typed it and didn't make an effort. :/
:D I'll probably read a few over the course of the week - you know, when I'm supposed to be doing other things.
I want to do this! I am determined! Just not determined enough to stop writing wardkeeper!John and nul!Sherlock AU fic. *facepalm*
That's all the plot I have so far - John in a wardkeeper who refuses to go into the profession and Sherlock unconsciously absorbs magic. I think there's going to be a part where Moriarty tries to kidnap them from their house but can't because John's wards are Not Happy about someone uninvited trying to force their way in. God, I don't think any of the this makes sense.
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SOUNDS GOOD WRITE IT :D
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You know what my word count is now? 2.3K. You know what my word count is for my bigbang fic? 3.5K. I AM SO FUCKED. D: I'm doooooomed. /dramatic flailing.
Also, I think I discovered the plot the magic!AU. WTF. Moriarty is working with vampires! And he makes John wear a magic-canceling chain as well as an ugly explosive parka. And he doesn't realize that Sherlock is a nul, so throwing spells at him won't work. :3 WHAT AM I DOING? /o\ Also, this is going to need to be Britpicked so bad....