Where to read: AO3
Greg’s in a coma and people visit him, confessing things to him they usually wouldn’t because he’s, well, unconscious. He can hear them, though.
Rating: Teen and Up
Genre: Character Study (I think)
Relationships: Greg Lestrade/Mycroft Holmes (implied or pre-slash)
Warnings: Nothing beyond what’s in the BBC series
What makes it special?
A strange but beautiful fic, quite amusing, with a dash of sadness and melancholy (self-evident, considering the subject & main character… poor Greg never gets the easy path).
I loved the way the other Yarders were written, all those glimpses in Lestrade’s work and private life and what they might imply. And don’t get me started on Sherlock. Showing you care: You’re doing it wrong, you wonderful prat! Doesn’t make it less real though. The scenes with the (ex-)wife just hurt, but well, that’s where Mycroft comes in…
This is definitely one of those fics that’s a joy to discuss with a Sherlockian friend.
Oh god the Mystrade shippers are messaging me now
Oh my god I’m being recruited
I DON’T KNOW IF I WANT THIS
^ I knew I made this for a reason.
We really are friendly, in an entirely mad way. (All the best pairings are.)
Here are some fic recs?
Oh my god yes fic recs thank you bless you
The MorMor shippers don’t do this
But I guess that’s because everything in the MorMor ship is pain
Hey! Not all Mormor is pain!
And. Y’know. My shit.
….”Eggsecutioner” is fucking hilarious, guiz, seriously. If you haven’t read it, GO.
Also, any proper MorMor shipper should read this: http://archiveofourown.org/works/363775
WOMAN. THAT IS NOT FLUFF. THEY SHOULD READ THIS
OH GOD, I KID THAT’S NOT FLUFF, DON’T READ THAT.
GAME WE’RE TRYING TO KEEP THEM AS A MORMORIAN.
GAME WHAT ARE YOU DOING.