More Things Than Are Dreamt Of
23 Jul 2012
Sometimes, only sometimes, when Sherlock is very far away and absolutely guaranteed not to return for at least three hours, John sits on the sofa and lets the tea make itself.
In which John is (reluctantly) a wizard, Mycroft is (apparently) omniscient, and Sherlock is (surprisingly) oblivious.
- Part 1 of More Things Than Are Dreamt Of
29 Jul 2012
“How does it work? There has to be some mechanism behind it, surely. How does it work?”
“How does it … Magic, Sherlock, it’s magic. It doesn’t have a how, it just is. It just … works.”
In which Sherlock is a greedy, nosey parker and John has the patience of a saint. Vignettes from the process of acclimatisation.
- Part 2 of More Things Than Are Dreamt Of
24 Sep 2012
“He’s not so much a man, you know,” John says, without really meaning to. “Not so much a man as a force of nature. Like... like gravity, or... or...”
“Like Magic,” Charlie supplies.
“Yes, exactly. Like Magic. As inescapable as Magic.”
In which Sherlock is jealous, John is surprisingly oblivious, and Charlie saves the day.
- Part 3 of More Things Than Are Dreamt Of