There's no way I can convey all the ways I absolutely adore this fic, but hey, I'm going to try, anyway. ;)
I love that Lestrade sneaks into the rubble, even knowing he doesn't have a plan and it's dangerous -- and that Sherlock knows it's him, because he's the only one who would do that. (Augh, my heart!)
I love Sherlock's confused, disoriented, petulant rambling (which is amazingly in character, pitch perfect -- I could hear BC's voice as I read the lines). This is so cleverly written, because we as readers understand what's going on in his head, since we've seen what went down at the pool, but of course Lestrade doesn't know all of those details.
I love Lestrade's emotional response to 1) learning John was there, too, 2) thinking John was killed in the blast, and then 3) hearing that John's been found alive. Well done.
I love how wrecked Lestrade is by the end -- really, truly in shock (Look! He has a blanket!) -- because he's given everything he had at the scene. The interlude with Mycroft is perfect (and very convincing, as Lestrade's sort of struggling to keep up, too exhausted even to throw away his coffee cup), and it was wrenching how Mycroft really needed to know about the blood. Their quiet reassurance to each other that Sherlock and John are alive was the perfect, understated finishing touch.
This is poignant and angsty and sweet and insightful and, oh, I can't thank you enough. *hugs*
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Date: 2011-02-04 12:59 pm (UTC)I love that Lestrade sneaks into the rubble, even knowing he doesn't have a plan and it's dangerous -- and that Sherlock knows it's him, because he's the only one who would do that. (Augh, my heart!)
I love Sherlock's confused, disoriented, petulant rambling (which is amazingly in character, pitch perfect -- I could hear BC's voice as I read the lines). This is so cleverly written, because we as readers understand what's going on in his head, since we've seen what went down at the pool, but of course Lestrade doesn't know all of those details.
I love Lestrade's emotional response to 1) learning John was there, too, 2) thinking John was killed in the blast, and then 3) hearing that John's been found alive. Well done.
I love how wrecked Lestrade is by the end -- really, truly in shock (Look! He has a blanket!) -- because he's given everything he had at the scene. The interlude with Mycroft is perfect (and very convincing, as Lestrade's sort of struggling to keep up, too exhausted even to throw away his coffee cup), and it was wrenching how Mycroft really needed to know about the blood. Their quiet reassurance to each other that Sherlock and John are alive was the perfect, understated finishing touch.
This is poignant and angsty and sweet and insightful and, oh, I can't thank you enough. *hugs*