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Sherlock fic: Against Inclement Weather 
22nd-May-2014 03:07 pm
Benedict - Metro
Title: Against Inclement Weather
: Ariane DeVere
Word count: 221 (+ a 221B Author’s Note)
Rating: PG

Summary: “I missed Sherlock so much when he went away, when I thought he was dead.” Absence will always make the heart grow fonder.

Against Inclement Weather

I missed Sherlock so much when he went away, when I thought he was dead. Two years with no purpose, no excitement, no adventure, just hanging around uselessly, pointlessly. I missed following him around London on his latest case, missed the chases through the streets or across the rooftops, always trailing behind but always keeping up, keeping him safe.

I missed being pressed against him while flattened against a wall, spying on villains or hiding from people who wanted to hurt us.

I missed being draped beside him on the sofa after an exhausting chase; I missed not even making it as far as the sofa sometimes, just slumped on the floor near him for half the night.

I missed him constantly shoving things into my pockets because he couldn’t be bothered to carry them himself. I even missed stinking of his cigarettes when the temptation became too much.

I didn’t miss being anywhere near that Woman, but I knew that he and I belonged together and no-one could get in between us for long.

I missed him.

But now he’s back, and I have a purpose again. More importantly, it was me he asked for before anyone else.

At last we’re together again. The two of us against the rest of the world.

Him, and me.

Sherlock, and his Belstaff.

The 221B Author’s Note:

Inspiration struck this morning while I was watching part of The Empty Hearse and specifically the moment when Sherlock asked, “Where is it?” and was happily reunited with the Coat. It’s been a long time since I last did that “Oooh!” noise and raced into the kitchen to find my handbag and dig out my notebook before I forgot the idea, then scampered into the bedroom to pet the plotbunny, and then had to keep stopping on the walk to the railway station to jot down a few more potential lines.

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Ohhh, hang on! Reading my own story back just now, I suddenly realised that you can still read it as John’s words if you’re that way inclined. Good gods, I’m writing Johnlock even when I’m not. *pats self on the back*

22nd-May-2014 03:37 pm (UTC)
Shhhhh! Don't tell this Belstaff, but he's got LOTS of coats.

This was adorable. Well done!
Btw, I think "pet the plotbunny" is the new euphemism of the month, lol.
22nd-May-2014 07:24 pm (UTC)
Noooo! Don't tell it! And anyway, I'm sure they're happy to share him, as long as they all get fair shares. I wouldn't want to be the Coat that's stored away somewhere for special occasions and rarely gets the opportunity be wrapped around that body ... And I hope that the one which was wrapped around the fake-Sherlock who was chucked out of the window at Bart's got a jolly good cleaning and much love and affection for its sterling work.

Btw, I think "pet the plotbunny" is the new euphemism of the month

You cheeky bugger! She's a real bun, and I petted her on the head. I mean, scampering into the bedroom is always tempting after watching The Pretty every morning, but good lord, if I succumbed to that temptation I would never get to work ...
23rd-May-2014 10:49 pm (UTC)
Ya know, I gotta be honest, the moment he said, "I've got lots of coats," I immediately thought, "OMG, he's lying... this story is a lie..." X-) I thought so because of the way he said "Where is it?" and then when Mycroft asked, "Where's what?" he said "You know what," at the beginning... I didn't think he would've referred to that one coat in such a meaningful way in Mycroft's office if he actually had lots of coats, so that made me think not only the comment about lots of coats, but the whole story he was telling Anderson was a lie. X-)
23rd-May-2014 11:36 pm (UTC)
OOooo. Because I don't have enough to obsess over, right? Hee.
I tend to think he does have lots of coats because that kind of thing is bespoke, where you literally have to speak for the cloth used, put it aside for your own use. I can see him having several made once he realized it was the perfect thing for him, perhaps with special features, extra pockets, super stiff collars, what have you. I know the actual coat comes with an attachable fur collar (which we saw in Minsk), and the manufacturer really did run out of the material used. Mark Gatiss ordered one for himself, though.

I adored the use of the magic Belstaff in TSoT. Sherlock was forever producing large things from inside: two beakers, that giant folder of John-related papers for the drinking calculations, his roll of tools and magnifying glass. When he gets it back, it does sound like it's a singular item, the way he speaks of it. I noticed he also got his scarf back. But they really would need an extra coat for the body in the street. Or maybe he had extras made once they planned Lazarus. Hmmm.
No one got the real story of how he survived. Even Gatiss and Moffat never had to decide on just one, that's the fun of it. But even in the slashy, kissing Moriarty version, there was an extra coat. I bet that Scottish fangirl even believes he's got a closet full of them. Either way, those coats must have Wizard-space pockets, lol.
23rd-May-2014 11:57 pm (UTC)
The pockets must've been designed based on Time Lord technology... they're bigger on the inside. :-) Although very well-made replicas for about 1/10 the price do exist... in fact, I found the site that sells them, and I was just about to get myself one, but then my car died, so now the money is gone and I have to wait again X-)... so if they also exist in the show's universe, it would then be plausible that they procured one or more of those replicas. :-)

But the way the entire season went, especially TEH, it seemed to me that they were trying to make us all be able to say that we were right. Initially, before the season aired, I was thinking that they were gonna make us all be wrong and write a solution that nobody thought of... or at least posted online... but instead, it seems they did the opposite. What was presented as the truth seemed to include bits of all the most popular theories in the most realistic way as it was possible to make it, but then they threw in that fleeting little implication that the whole thing was a lie for what I think was a way not to tie it down to one set thing so we all could continue to say we got it right. :-)
24th-May-2014 12:13 am (UTC)
I ordered a Matrix Revolutions coat from this company: http://baronboutique.com/movie_replica_4.htm
Baron Boutique in Nepal. It's the best thing I've ever worn or owned. Now, I completely understand Sherlock's love affair with his coat, and why he'd want to make sure he had at least two at all times, in case one got damaged. They make a couple of Sherlock Holmes items, including Sherlock's coat. I actually like RDJ's corduroy frock coat better than the replica of the Belstaff, in this case.
You should poke around the movie replicas section. They have gorgeous things.
22nd-May-2014 07:16 pm (UTC)
"Two years with no purpose, no excitement, no adventure, just hanging around uselessly, pointlessly."

Ha ha!! I totally read it as Johnlock!

What a fantastic twist to find the B word being Belstaff . . . you're a bit of a genius. You utterly deserve the pat on the back!

22nd-May-2014 07:28 pm (UTC)
There may have been quite a lot of giggling while I was coming up with double-meaning phrases like "hanging around" and "trailing behind" and "shoving things into my pockets"! But it really was only afterwards that I realised that the Johnlock perspective still worked!
22nd-May-2014 10:45 pm (UTC)
It's even funnier on the re-read. Excellent work!
23rd-May-2014 08:14 am (UTC)
Thanks! I'm glad it works second time around.
22nd-May-2014 11:22 pm (UTC)
no-one could get in between us for long
The Shirt (smugly): Well, actually...

The two of us against the rest of the world.
I wonder if the coat is aware that Sherlock has got lots of coats, and, if it is, if it's jealous. Does the fact that the other coats are Belstaff too make it better, or worse? Is there drama in the wardrobe? :D

That was clever. All the little things that work perfectly for John as for the coat...

I suddenly realised that you can still read it as John’s words if you’re that way inclined.
Oh come on. Who would do such a thing? I definitely didn't read the whole fic pretending it was John while knowing perfectly well it couldn't be him (because Ariane DeVere don't do "obvious") and I absolutely didn't savour the being pressed against him while flattened against a wall, spying on villains or hiding from people who wanted to hurt us and snogged senseless bit and I certainly didn't enjoy the being draped beside on him on the sofa bit and if somebody wondered what was the context of the not even making it as far as the sofa sometimes bit it wasn't me at all. I hope that's settled.
23rd-May-2014 08:21 am (UTC)
Does the fact that the other coats are Belstaff too make it better, or worse? Is there drama in the wardrobe?

It's an interesting thought, isn't it? Just what do the other coats get up to when they're not draped over that gorgeous body?

*desperately tries to distract the plotbunny with a stick of celery*

Someone commenting on FF said that she'd read a fic some time ago where Mycroft's umbrella told its story. After I told her that I was frantically plugging the bunny's ears in case she got inspired to prompt a conversation between the Coat and the Umbrella, she PMd me suggesting it could be a three-way between the Coat, the Umbrella, and "John's can." This threw me for a moment until I realised the hilarious mis-type.

At least, I'm assuming it was a mis-type ...
23rd-May-2014 10:41 am (UTC)
Don't forget The Shirt and The Dressing Gown! :D
23rd-May-2014 11:44 am (UTC)
*Reads The Dressing Gown at work*

*Isn't sure whether either the wriggling or the surreptitious wiping of eyes at the end can be explained properly as work-related.*
23rd-May-2014 03:55 pm (UTC)
Yes, there should be a "clothe death" warning. Also, I want your job. :D
22nd-May-2014 11:49 pm (UTC)
I gotta confess... when I started reading this, I thought about your last story with that awesome little twist at the end, and I immediately tried to figure out what twist might be coming at the end of this one. X-) Knowing how much you're into Johnlock, I knew it couldn't be John talking because that would be far too easy. Then I thought it might be Molly (which I personally would love to see ;-)), but although she could've done most of this, she didn't chase through the streets and over rooftops with Sherlock. Then I thought maybe Lestrade, but he didn't spend two years hanging around pointlessly without purpose while Sherlock was gone. But then I thought Anderson did... could this be Anderson daydreaming or something? And then when I saw the last sentence, I laughed out loud because it was insanely creative. X-) Here we all were thinking about who it could be, and it turns out to be a what. X-) That was SO awesome!! I LOVE IT!! :-)
23rd-May-2014 08:25 am (UTC)
Well done, my dear - you have learned the method of reading DeVere fic: believe nothing, and suspect everything! And the fact that I still managed to fool you makes me very happy!
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