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Ah thank you Susi! (thanks for your comment on ff too!) I'm glad you like. I must admit I put a lot of me into this (I mean, things I did/feel about my husband: the tribute video, the almost sleepless nights, the struggle to get rid of the awful memories, being irritated by people laughing and smiling on sad anniversaries when they don't even know who I am let alone who my husband was...etc), writing helps me more than any of the therapists I've seen so far *rolleyes*
Anyway, I might give a try to that Long and winding road video, using pictures from the series, from setlock etc to create a video which would look like the one John talks about in this story. Can be some kind of a challenge, hehe!
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Another one
THE SECOND STAR TO THE RIGHT
"He is alone. Like he always is. Like he always feels. Even in the middle of High-Society banquets." The night after the fall. Mycroft doesn't know whether his brother has survived or not. So when a bitter and devastated Sherlock rings his doorbell in the middle of the night, he tries to do everything he can to comfort him. And to redeem himself. Title comes from Peter Pan's song.
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Thanks for having put it into your alerts Susi
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Sounds very good.
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Just finished a new fanfiction. I must have done quite a lot of mistakes as it's 5.am here so i'm too tired to think straight but anyway:
I WOULD HAVE PREFERRED A SPYGLASS
Christmas 1983. The Holmes brothers do like to tease each other. One-shot inspired by a scene in TEH. No huge spoiler though.
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ABOUT HOW MYCROFT MISSED HIS SUNDAY MORNING JOG
Set just after The sign of Three. Sherlock comes back home, expecting a long and lonely night. But someone's waiting for him at Baker Street. "Oh for God's sake! What are you doing here!" "Ah, finally. Cinderella's coming home before midnight. How was the ball?" "WHY ARE YOU HERE!" "Nice to see you too, brother mine." Sweet moment between the bros. Mycroft's first person POV.
IF ONLY I COULD TALK
"So this is the end, then. Oh, I'm not afraid to die. I am ill. I am old. My hour has come and I regret nothing. It's the boys I worry about..." A portrait of the Holmes family (especially Mycroft) through REDBEARD's POV, on the last day of his life.
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AN UMBRELLA IN THE WIND (OS - Holmes brothers - Mycroft's first person POV - character death)
"Footsteps echo against the marble floor of the hallway. A brand new pair of Yves Saint Laurent. The sound is slightly different when the heel is not used yet. I roll my eyes. It appears Anthea disregarded my recommendations." Suffering from brain tumour, Mycroft doesn't have much time left when Sherlock, informed by Anthea, visits him... One shot. POV Mycroft.