![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
Speckled Band: Subtle the Links
Sep. 14th, 2012 08:36 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
azriona.livejournal.comCanon Story: Speckled Band
Title: Subtle the Links
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
azriona
Rating: G
Author's Notes: It’s probably cheating, but once the idea struck, I had to do a double-sixty. This is all from Helen Stoner’s comment: “You know how subtle are the links which bind two souls which are so closely aligned.” I can't decide if I like the second half as BBC!Sherlock/John or ACD!Holmes/Watson. Read it however you like.
She sleeps; she would not hear if I spoke. She took my place in the center room, fearful, but I guard her now. I cannot allow my sister to come to harm. The dead have ways of seeing solutions; I whisper the name of her savior. Perhaps she will recall it as a memory and not a dream: “Sherlock Holmes.”
*
He sleeps, and I dare not speak in case he hears and wakes. I have oft watched his sleep before, but now it is restless and raw. I cannot guard him longer, but have done what I could to keep him from harm. I turn to leave, and he sighs, whispers a memory as if in a dream. “Sherlock Holmes.”
Title: Subtle the Links
Author:
azrionaRating: G
Author's Notes: It’s probably cheating, but once the idea struck, I had to do a double-sixty. This is all from Helen Stoner’s comment: “You know how subtle are the links which bind two souls which are so closely aligned.” I can't decide if I like the second half as BBC!Sherlock/John or ACD!Holmes/Watson. Read it however you like.
She sleeps; she would not hear if I spoke. She took my place in the center room, fearful, but I guard her now. I cannot allow my sister to come to harm. The dead have ways of seeing solutions; I whisper the name of her savior. Perhaps she will recall it as a memory and not a dream: “Sherlock Holmes.”
*
He sleeps, and I dare not speak in case he hears and wakes. I have oft watched his sleep before, but now it is restless and raw. I cannot guard him longer, but have done what I could to keep him from harm. I turn to leave, and he sighs, whispers a memory as if in a dream. “Sherlock Holmes.”
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}