Reichenbach related recs
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Fanvids:
Reichanbach Fall trailer
I was so alone and I owe you so much
Will You Do This For Me?
Fics:
** = must read
Babel by by proxydialogue
One week after losing his best friend, John Watson lost his words.
Minds Like Ours Dream Up by BlackEyedGirl
John can't write up the case until he finds out why. He needs to write their story true. (I love the reunion scene in this fic.)
I Don't Know What More To Ask For ** by halotolerant
And now that, once more, he does not have John Watson the situation has arguably only returned – after six hundred and two days of abnormality – to a resting state.
It should be exactly the same as before.
But it is not the same.
(This is one of the first post-Reichenbach fic I read and I love every thing about it. It's from Sherlock's POV and it's about him dealing with life without John. It has Star Trek, French and Sherlock feeling guilty about buying cigarettes and eating chocolate instead.)
Made For the Big Time** by Shaitanah
Three years later, this is Sherlock Holmes apologising. And he still sucks at it.
build a room, take the time by pailette
When it gets really bad, John practices saying you’re late.
hours before midnight by augustbird
This is the truth: John cannot leave London because the best part of his day is standing at the bottom of the stairs, looking up and deluding himself for a moment.
The Mourning Woman by M_Leigh
"The last time Molly Hooper had a secret to keep, for somebody other than herself, she was fifteen years old." Molly takes care of business, after the fall. (I need more post-Reichenbach fic from Molly's POV.)
Tremolo by what_alchemy
Mycroft’s little brother was finished on 6th January, 1978. Mr. Norbury plucked a hair from Mycroft’s head and sang a low melody in an unfamiliar, guttural language over the smooth collection of parts as Mycroft tried to steal a peek. Then, a twitch, and shining red wood blanched, flushed, kicked. The bundle in Mr. Norbury’s arms squirmed and a tremulous cry pierced the air.