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E-Mail: diandrahollman@gmail.com
Website: http://diandrahollman.neocities.org
Rating: NC-17 for this chapter
Keywords: Sherlock/OMC, Tom Hiddleston fancast, unrequited John/Sherlock, drugs, slash, Sherlock POV
Spoilers: nothing past season 3 and the special
Disclaimer: This started out as a sort of "50 First Dates" Johnlock story and morphed into this psychological "Girl on the Train"/"Before I Go To Sleep" fusion-ish thing. The characters are all from BBC Sherlock, except Henry.
Summary: Every day I wake up not remembering how I got here or who this man is who claims he's my husband. I cannot trust my own memory. There is only one thing of which I am reasonably certain: John Watson is dead. Isn't he?
Dedication: Thank you to Kate, Emilio and gin200168 for their invaluable help and support with this story.
Author's Notes: Henry is an amalgam of several characters from ACD cannon, with an original modern spin. In my little headcannon he is played by Tom Hiddleston. The title is from the story "A Scandal in Bohemia", where it refers to Irene Adler.

This diverges from cannon immediately after the beginning of season 4.

All previous chapters here or on AO3

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"When did you take up smoking?"

John takes the pipe from his mouth and exhales a stream of smoke. "Since the Queen went above board."

I recognize these words from my notes. "That doesn't make sense, John."

He shrugs. "Yes, well. It is your mind palace, my boy. What was the question?"

I sigh and repeat. "TS..."

"Ah! Right. Was that related to a case?"

"Perhaps..." I look down at the inscription on the ring again. Those initials are the easiest to read. Presumably, this would make them the most important. But why are they only initials? Is it because all the attempts at whole names are largely unreadable? There is an Am or an An, followed by a G and a couple scribbles that start with J. One of them looks at first glance like it could be "John", but upon closer inspection I can't be sure of the last two letters. The N could be an H and the H something else entirely.

"What case was that again?"

"Something about a missing woman, I think. Or was she murdered?"

It is unlike John to forget such an important detail of a case. But then, I remind myself, I am not really talking to John. I look into his face - a face I couldn't erase from my mind palace if I tried. "I miss you," I whisper.

He reaches out to fold my hand around my ring. "You have the answers already," he says softly. "You just have to remember."

A mobile buzzes, shaking me from my nineteenth century construction. I blink at the mobile perched on the coffee table beside my laptop. The screen is still lit, announcing a text from Lestrade. I asked him what he knew about "TS" before I entered my mind palace, already suspecting it had been related to an old case. I pick up the mobile and open the message, groaning at the unhelpful response.

'What, as in Eliot?'

'No, as in my last case with John,' I fire back.

There is a pause, then a response of 'I can't recall any TS being involved. How are you? Haven't heard from you since the wedding. How's married life treating you?'

I bite back another groan, even though the only other person who could hear it is holed up in his office. 'Fine. Don't suppose you have any cases for me?'

'No, nothing the yard can't solve. Hey, nice work on that ancient skull, by the way.'

'How did you know about that?'

'It was in the papers. Your neighbor identified the remains and the deceased's cause of death? Figured you must have had a hand in it.'

'I don't remember.'

Another pause, then "right. Sorry mate.'

I go to put the phone down, then hesitate. There is one other piece of the puzzle Lestrade might be able to assist me with. I glance at the closed study door before I resume typing. 'What do you know about my husband?'

'What do you mean?'

'I did some digging, but I couldn't find much about him.'

'What is there to know? What are you trying to find?'

I hesitate. Is this the paranoia I read about in Henry's description of the early days of my condition? 'I don't know. Something's off, but I'm not sure what, exactly.'

'Off? How?'

This isn't working. I sound ridiculous. 'I don't know. Let me know if you find anything.' I put the mobile down and stifle another groan. At least I sounded sober, which is more than I can say about the message I seem to have left Mycroft yesterday when I was ill.

Wait...why was I ill?

I search though my journal entries again, but they don't offer any explanation beyond a possible side effect of the nootropic. I seem to have suffered more frequent bouts of illness in the weeks following my accident, but now it seems to correlate most predictably to the rare occasions when I make sudden improvements in my memory. Perhaps indicative of an adjustment in dosage or the need for one.

Henry emerges from his study and disappears into the kitchen. I hear him fill the tea kettle and turn on the stove. He sticks his head around the corner a few moments later.

"There you are. I'm just putting the kettle on. Would you like some tea?"

That actually does sound lovely. I start to stand.

"No, don't get up. I'll bring it to you."

I settle back down and set about adding my latest visit to my mind palace to my notes. I add the bit about Lestrade being unhelpful where the initials on my ring are concerned, but omit the questions about Henry.

I close the laptop when Henrry arrives with two steaming mugs of tea.

"Anything new," he asks as he holds out one to me.

"No," I grumble.

"Have you tried your mind palace?"

"It turns out strategies to store memories aren't exactly effective when one is prone to losing their memories."

He gives me a sympathetic look. "I'm sorry, darling. Is there anything I can do to help?"

I am tempted to ask him about TS, but some instinct tells me I shouldn't. Instead, I find myself asking "how did you get your scar?"

He looks puzzled, as if that was not what he expected me to say.

I gesture at his torso. "My notes say you told me, but there are no details." I sip at my tea tentatively. Earl Grey, I note, with a hint of something darker, richer.

"Ah, well. That's probably because it was my own fault for turning my back on a delirious patient in a war torn country."

I cast about for a hint of memory of the conversation, but come up empty. "You were a medic?"

"Médecins sans Frontières," he says with flawless pronunciation. "That should be in your notes too. Normally we kept well away from the fighting, but we had to treat soldiers as well as civilians. This one was so lost in fever that he became convinced that I was an enemy spy sent to kill him instead of a doctor trying to save him."

Henry sips at his own tea while I try to fit this detail into the overall picture. There is an unmistakable ring of truth to it, but something is wrong somehow. Incomplete perhaps. Rehearsed.

"I suppose that incident taught me a lesson in dealing with patients with cognitive issues," he continues. "Working with you was far easier. You tried to strangle me and I took many blows but you never once took a weapon to me."

I look at his blackened eye again and wonder briefly if he is lying to cover up the fact that *I* stabbed him. No, the wound is too old.

He smiles softly and reaches a hand to play with a lock of my hair. "You are getting better, Will. We're making real progress with your treatment."

Will. I even changed my name. No doubt in part so I could escape the fame my detective work brought. Or, more accurately, the fame that John's publicizing of our cases brought.

This brings me to another thought. "Did you treat John too? After the accident?"

"No, I never had a chance. His injuries were too severe. He never made it to hospital." His hand comes to rest on my neck. "You really loved him, didn't you?"

"Love...so my meaning ascribed to the word and yet it is entirely inadequate." I swirl the tea in my cup, watching it slosh gently. "I suppose I did. And I know he loved me too, though not necessarily in the way I might have once hoped. He was a constant. Someone I could trust with the most intimate knowledge."

Someone I would die for. Someone I would kill to protect.

"Rosie--"

"--is the reason you keep regular correspondence with Mrs. Watson. I think your brother may be keeping watch over them as well."

Of course he is. I suppose this is another reason for the distance. It is harder for him to meddle. "Did my brother offer you money to spy on me?"

Henry's hand falls from my neck as he sips his tea. "Not exactly," he says after a pause.

I groan. "That's a yes."

"He offered me a job as your personal live-in physician. But by that time I was already falling in love with you and I couldn't take his money."

If he had, he could have quit his job. Or at least reduced his hours. But he was too proud. Too noble. In many ways, he reminds me of John.

Except...

I think of the hungry look in Henry's eyes as he knelt before me this morning. The desperate noises he made against my lips as I prepared him. I may have once desired that with John, but I told myself it was just as well he never felt likewise as it would have been a distraction. I was happy with our arrangement, once I grew accustomed to Mary's presence. I may have still had moments where I wondered what could have been, but those thoughts were easily dismissed as foolish. Yet here I was, less than a year after John's death. I don't even believe in marriage.

"I assume you proposed?"

He chuckles and sets his empty teacup on the coffee table. "Yes, well...it was quite a process. The first time I asked you lectured me about ridiculous traditions and absurd sentiments. I was more careful when I broached the subject after that, speaking in broader, theoretical terms. You never remembered the conversations, of course, but I think I wore you down subconsciously." He smiles wistfully and slides his palm along my thigh. "That night we made love and - although you've called me a sentimental idiot for saying this - I honestly felt you open to me in ways you never had before. Not just your body, but your heart and mind. You were still gasping for breath and trembling in my arms when I whispered the question in your ear. To my surprised delight, you said yes." He gives a small shrug. "Of course, within the hour, you were rationalizing your response as a combination of understanding the practical need for me to have spousal privileges given your medical condition combined with the endorphins released during orgasm, but I choose to believe that was just bluster coming from a man who refuses to admit that deep down he's really a romantic."

I snort and open my mouth to refute this nonsense, but he cuts me off by laying a finger on my lips.

"I know you, my love," he murmurs. "I have had the unique privilege of seeing you on those rare occasions when you let the cold, logical airs you put on for the rest of the world slip. I have wiped away your tears when you grieved for John Watson. I have soothed your fears when you became so ill you were convinced you were dying. I know who you really are, Will. I know you are capable of loving so deeply that you are paralyzed by it. That you can't help but dread that one day the thing you love will be taken from you too soon. Like John. Like Victor. Like Redbeard."

For a horrible moment I feel as if I am being vivisected. Stripped bare before a man who was little more than a stranger to me hours ago. I am reminded of the deficiencies of my memory and wonder when I told him about my childhood pet being put down when he was barely middle aged because it was discovered he had cancer. Or about my best friend from Uni whose life was cut short at an even earlier age by a drug overdose.*

Is this why I ran away from London? From Rosie and Mary and Mrs. Hudson? I am not foolish enough to believe in curses or other superstitions, but it would be easy to blame myself for John's death. He knew my work was dangerous, certainly, but maybe this was my way of protecting his family and mine from suffering the same fate.

Henry takes the teacup from me and sets it on the table, gathering my hands in his. "I know you are too logical to believe in curses or any vows I make that I would move heaven and Earth to stay with you. I understand and have accepted the conditions of our relationship because I know at least a part of you loves me, even if it is only because I fill the void left by John Watson." He kisses me. A gentle, tentative brush of his lips against mine. "I love you," he murmurs. "More than anything in the world. More than my own life."

He releases my hands so he can cradle my face and kisses me again. Just as gentle, but less tentative. I relax and let him take control. I think I understand now why I said yes.

"Do you want more tea," he asks, nuzzling my cheek.

"Ah...no, thanks."

"Mmm...well, I do." His hands fall from my face, one giving my thigh a quick squeeze before he gathers both cups and heads back to the kitchen. I hesitate a moment, looking at the closed laptop and thinking, before getting up to follow him.

"Does 'TS' mean anything to you," I ask, hovering in the doorway.

"No. Why?"

There is something odd about his answer, but I'm not sure what, exactly. "I don't know. It's probably nothing." My eyes land on the jar of honey I saw on the table his morning and I realize why John's words were so familiar. I pick up the jar so I can inspect the label.

Queen. Above board. Of course. That's why I am spending so much time fretting over the hive.

"Something wrong, Will?"

I put the jar back down. "No, I just...thought I remembered something."

"Really? What did you remember?"

"Nothing. I was wrong."

He eyes me with more concern than suspicion, but says nothing.

I must be hiding something from him, but what? And now I realize what it was about his earlier answer that bothered me. He answered too quickly. As if it was a reflex.

"Maybe you should try your mind palace again," he suggests conversationally.

"Maybe."

He smiles and kisses my cheek on his way out of the kitchen, disappearing back into his study.

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Just as I suspected, there is a memory stick hidden beneath the lid of the hive, above the crown board. Clever, but can I remove it and return it without arousing Henry's suspicion? I have no doubt that the information on it is important, but it is obvious I am keeping it hidden from him in the one place I know is mine alone. Is the need to know what is on the drive worth the risk after I have gone to such bother to ensure its safety?

I slide the stick in my pocket and close the hive. I won't know anything certain until I know what is on it.

TBC

*As I said in the notes at the beginning of the story, as far as I'm concerned most of season 4 never happened. Redbeard was a dog and Victor Trevor was a guy Sherlock met in Uni just as he was in Doyle's story.
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E-Mail: diandrahollman@gmail.com
Website: http://diandrahollman.neocities.org
Rating: R for this chapter
Keywords: Sherlock/OMC, Tom Hiddleston fancast, unrequited John/Sherlock, drugs, slash, Sherlock POV
Spoilers: nothing past season 3 and the special
Disclaimer: This started out as a sort of "50 First Dates" Johnlock story and morphed into this psychological "Girl on the Train"/"Before I Go To Sleep" fusion-ish thing. The characters are all from BBC Sherlock, except Henry.
Summary: Every day I wake up not remembering how I got here or who this man is who claims he's my husband. I cannot trust my own memory. There is only one thing of which I am reasonably certain: John Watson is dead. Isn't he?
Dedication: Thank you to Kate, Emilio and gin200168 for their invaluable help and support with this story.
Author's Notes: Henry is an amalgam of several characters from ACD cannon, with an original modern spin. In my little headcannon he is played by Tom Hiddleston. The title is from the story "A Scandal in Bohemia", where it refers to Irene Adler.

This diverges from cannon immediately after the beginning of season 4.

All previous chapters here or on AO3



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One of the interpretations I saw of Nostradamus prophecies for WWIII said the "US" would refuse to join at first because of civil wars and money problems (like...depression? Recession?). A lot of his descriptions of WWIII sound like climate change and he predicted the sea would swallow the coastlines and some islands, so...
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E-Mail: diandrahollman@gmail.com
Website: http://diandrahollman.neocities.org
Rating: R for this chapter
Keywords: Sherlock/OMC, Tom Hiddleston fancast, unrequited John/Sherlock, drugs, slash, Sherlock POV
Spoilers: nothing past season 3 and the special
Disclaimer: This started out as a sort of "50 First Dates" Johnlock story and morphed into this psychological "Girl on the Train"/"Before I Go To Sleep" fusion-ish thing. The characters are all from BBC Sherlock, except Henry.
Summary: Every day I wake up not remembering how I got here or who this man is who claims he's my husband. I cannot trust my own memory. There is only one thing of which I am reasonably certain: John Watson is dead. Isn't he?
Dedication: Thank you to Kate, Emilio and gin200168 for their invaluable help and support with this story.
Author's Notes: Henry is an amalgam of several characters from ACD cannon, with an original modern spin. In my little headcannon he is played by Tom Hiddleston. The title is from the story "A Scandal in Bohemia", where it refers to Irene Adler.

This diverges from cannon immediately after the beginning of season 4.

All previous chapters here or on AO3

Read more... )
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Be forewarned: I didn't tag this fic with a "graphic depictions of violence" warning because, while Sherlock does suffer a lot of violence, I only show the aftermath. This chapter will deal with the before and after of a gruesome encounter with a sadistic guard. If you are especially squeamish, you might want to avert your eyes.

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Website: http://diandrahollman.neocities.org
Rating: R for now, NC-17 for later, hopefully
Keywords: AU, John/Sherlock, past John/Mary, John is a widower, Baby Watson, hurt/comfort, magic!John, healer!John, evil!Moriarty, hurt Sherlock, torture, mentions of rape, captivity, emotional blackmail, suggestions of period homophobia, switching POV (Sherlock and John)
Spoilers: What are those again?
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Arthur Conan Doyle, specific iterations of them belong to the BBC and the "Sherlock" team. The plot is based on my memory of a romance novel I read years ago but can't seem to find now. If anyone recognizes it, let me know so I can give proper credit.
Summary: Sherlock is being held captive by the sadistic Lord Moriarty. John, an Empath, is Lord Moriarty's personal physician (and, effectively, also a captive). When they meet, they might just find the courage to break each other out.
Dedication: To my friends and this lovely fandom for all of their encouragement and support.
Author's Notes: I have never written a historical story before, so forgive my clumsiness. This story takes place in the late 1700s in a sort of alternate universe where some people have magical powers, but still have to live in secret to avoid being accused of witchcraft.


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E-Mail: diandrahollman@gmail.com
Website: http://diandrahollman.neocities.org
LJ: http://diandrahollman.livejournal.com
Rating: R for this chapter
Keywords: Sherlock/OMC, Tom Hiddleston fancast, unrequited John/Sherlock, drugs, slash, Sherlock POV
Spoilers: nothing past season 3 and the special
Disclaimer: This started out as a sort of "50 First Dates" Johnlock story and morphed into this psychological "Girl on the Train"/"Before I Go To Sleep" fusion-ish thing. The characters are all from BBC Sherlock, except Henry.
Summary: Every day I wake up not remembering how I got here or who this man is who claims he's my husband. I cannot trust my own memory. There is only one thing of which I am reasonably certain: John Watson is dead. Isn't he?
Dedication: Thank you to Kate, Emilio and gin200168 for their invaluable help and support with this story.
Author's Notes: Henry is an amalgam of several characters from ACD cannon, with an original modern spin. In my little headcannon he is played by Tom Hiddleston. The title is from the story "A Scandal in Bohemia", where it refers to Irene Adler.

This diverges from cannon immediately after the beginning of season 4 and doesn't take into account anything after "Abominable Bride".

All previous chapters here or on AO3


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The French translates as "I love you with all my heart, my darling. I can not live without you. I will not live without you. I feel as if there is a link between your heart and mine. And if anything were to break that link, my heart would cease to beat and I would die. I am yours, always." If the middle part of that sounds familiar, it's because I modified a quote from "Crimson Peak".

*This is an altered line from "The Three Garidebs", since Mofftiss weren't using it.
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A change you may have noticed since the last chapter: Megabat provided me with some art that was both lovely and highlighted a glaring mistake I make with the timeline. I went back and made a bunch of edits. Basically, the accident happened in July and this story takes place in February now. Sorry. I'll try not to do it again.

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Website: http://diandrahollman.neocities.org
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Rating: R for this chapter
Keywords: Sherlock/OMC, Tom Hiddleston fancast, unrequited John/Sherlock, drugs, slash, Sherlock POV
Spoilers: nothing past season 3 and the special
Disclaimer: This started out as a sort of "50 First Dates" Johnlock story and morphed into this psychological "Girl on the Train"/"Before I Go To Sleep" fusion-ish thing. The characters are all from BBC Sherlock, except Henry.
Summary: Every day I wake up not remembering how I got here or who this man is who claims he's my husband. I cannot trust my own memory. There is only one thing of which I am reasonably certain: John Watson is dead. Isn't he?
Dedication: Thank you to Kate, Emilio and gin200168 for their invaluable help and support with this story.
Author's Notes: Henry is an amalgam of several characters from ACD cannon, with an original modern spin. In my little headcannon he is played by Tom Hiddleston. The title is from the story "A Scandal in Bohemia", where it refers to Irene Adler.

This diverges from cannon immediately after the beginning of season 4 and doesn't take into account anything after "Abominable Bride".

All previous chapters here or on AO3

Read more... )

Testing...

Apr. 30th, 2017 02:00 pm
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Well, the transition to DreamWidth seems to have been successful.
diandrahollman: (sherlock)
My site was updated with new recaps of Torchwood: Miracle Day and Sherlock. I tried to insert some pictures but it was a disaster.
diandrahollman: (sherlock)
E-Mail: diandrahollman@gmail.com
Website: http://diandrahollman.neocities.org
LJ: http://diandrahollman.livejournal.com
Rating: R for this chapter
Keywords: Sherlock/OMC, Tom Hiddleston fancast, unrequited John/Sherlock, drugs, slash, Sherlock POV
Spoilers: nothing past season 3 and the special
Disclaimer: This started out as a sort of "50 First Dates" Johnlock story and morphed into this psychological "Girl on the Train"/"Before I Go To Sleep" fusion-ish thing. The characters are all from BBC Sherlock, except Henry.
Summary: Every day I wake up not remembering how I got here or who this man is who claims he's my husband. I cannot trust my own memory. There is only one thing of which I am reasonably certain: John Watson is dead. Isn't he?
Dedication: Thank you to Kate, Emilio and gin200168 for their invaluable help and support with this story.
Author's Notes: Henry is an amalgam of several characters from ACD cannon, with an original modern spin. In my little headcannon he is played by Tom Hiddleston. The title is from the story "A Scandal in Bohemia", where it refers to Irene Adler.

This diverges from cannon immediately after the beginning of season 4 and doesn't take into account anything after "Abominable Bride".

All previous chapters here or on AO3



Learning Curve )
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This chapter takes place after an unseen gang rape committed on a prisoner by a group of guards.

E-Mail: diandrahollman@gmail.com
Website: http://diandrahollman.neocities.org
Rating: R for now, NC-17 for later, hopefully
Keywords: AU, John/Sherlock, past John/Mary, John is a widower, Baby Watson, hurt/comfort, magic!John, healer!John, evil!Moriarty, hurt Sherlock, torture, mentions of rape, captivity, emotional blackmail, suggestions of period homophobia, switching POV (Sherlock and John)
Spoilers: What are those again?
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Arthur Conan Doyle, specific iterations of them belong to the BBC and the "Sherlock" team. The plot is based on my memory of a romance novel I read years ago but can't seem to find now. If anyone recognizes it, let me know so I can give proper credit.
Summary: Sherlock is being held captive by the sadistic Lord Moriarty. John, an Empath, is Lord Moriarty's personal physician (and, effectively, also a captive). When they meet, they might just find the courage to break each other out.
Dedication: To my friends and this lovely fandom for all of their encouragement and support.
Author's Notes: I have never written a historical story before, so forgive my clumsiness. This story takes place in the late 1700s in a sort of alternate universe where some people have magical powers, but still have to live in secret to avoid being accused of witchcraft.


John )
diandrahollman: (sherlock)
E-Mail: diandrahollman@gmail.com
Website: http://diandrahollman.neocities.org
LJ: http://diandrahollman.livejournal.com
Rating: R for this chapter
Keywords: Sherlock/OMC, Tom Hiddleston fancast, unrequited John/Sherlock, drugs, slash, Sherlock POV
Spoilers: nothing past season 3
Disclaimer: This started out as a sort of "50 First Dates" Johnlock story and morphed into this psychological "Girl on the Train"/"Before I Go To Sleep" fusion-ish thing. The characters are all from BBC Sherlock, except Henry.
Summary: Every day I wake up not remembering how I got here or who this man is who claims he's my husband. I cannot trust my own memory. There is only one thing of which I am reasonably certain: John Watson is dead. Isn't he?
Dedication: Thank you to Kate, Emilio and gin200168 for their invaluable help and support with this story.
Author's Notes: Henry is an amalgam of several characters from ACD cannon, with an original modern spin. In my little headcannon he is played by Tom Hiddleston. The title is from the story "A Scandal in Bohemia", where it refers to Irene Adler.

This diverges from cannon immediately after the beginning of season 4 and doesn't take into account anything after "Abominable Bride".

All previous chapters here or on AO3

Possible new cover art here



A new perspective )
diandrahollman: (sherlock)
I'm still not sure I'm doing this right...

diandrahollman: (quantumleap)
My friend sent me a clip of a show called "Suits" recently that was mind-boggling. Two men were sitting in a restaurant having a conversation that very obviously could be read as one of them coming out of the closet. But after that clear set up, the writers pulled the rug out from under the viewer and basically said "haha! That's not what they were talking about at all because they're obviously into chicks!" I don't watch this show, but I've assured there isn't even a token gay character in it. I guess homosexuality is just something the macho guys who write for this show like to joke about.

Contrast this with the "Good Wife" spinoff "The Good Fight". One of the major characters (the new Alicia basically) is a lesbian. She is introduced this way - excitedly telling her wife that she passed the bar. The fact that so far in the two available episodes she and her wife have only ever been shown together laying in bed like viewers will only understand they are a couple if it's sexualized is annoying, but still. Baby steps in the right direction. Her sexuality does not define her - it just IS.

What I'm saying is I wish we had more of the latter and less of the former from Hollywood. Sadly, going by ratings, it seems the former is more highly rewarded.
diandrahollman: (sherlock)
E-Mail: diandrahollman@gmail.com
Website: http://diandrahollman.neocities.org
LJ: http://diandrahollman.livejournal.com
Rating: R for this chapter
Keywords: Sherlock/OMC, Tom Hiddleston fancast, unrequited John/Sherlock, drugs, slash, Sherlock POV
Spoilers: nothing past season 3
Disclaimer: This started out as a sort of "50 First Dates" Johnlock story and morphed into this psychological "Girl on the Train"/"Before I Go To Sleep" fusion-ish thing. The characters are all from BBC Sherlock, except Henry.
Summary: Every day I wake up not remembering how I got here or who this man is who claims he's my husband. I cannot trust my own memory. There is only one thing of which I am reasonably certain: John Watson is dead. Isn't he?
Dedication: Thank you to Kate, Emilio and gin200168 for their invaluable help and support with this story.
Author's Notes: Henry is an amalgam of several characters from ACD cannon, with an original modern spin. In my little headcannon he is played by Tom Hiddleston. The title is from the story "A Scandal in Bohemia", where it refers to Irene Adler.

This diverges from cannon immediately after the beginning of season 4 and doesn't take into account anything after "Abominable Bride".

All previous chapters here or on AO3


Meet the neighbor )
diandrahollman: (sherlock)
Note the change in the author's note. I have decided when this story is taking place. It is almost exactly 100 years prior to Doyle's original stories, sometime after the American Revolution.

E-Mail: diandrahollman@gmail.com
Website: http://diandrahollman.neocities.org
Rating: R for now, NC-17 for later, hopefully
Keywords: AU, John/Sherlock, past John/Mary, John is a widower, Baby Watson, hurt/comfort, magic!John, healer!John, evil!Moriarty, hurt Sherlock, torture, mentions of rape, captivity, emotional blackmail, suggestions of period homophobia, switching POV (Sherlock and John)
Spoilers: What are those again?
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Arthur Conan Doyle, specific iterations of them belong to the BBC and the "Sherlock" team. The plot is based on my memory of a romance novel I read years ago but can't seem to find now. If anyone recognizes it, let me know so I can give proper credit.
Summary: Sherlock is being held captive by the sadistic Lord Moriarty. John, an Empath, is Lord Moriarty's personal physician (and, effectively, also a captive). When they meet, they might just find the courage to break each other out.
Dedication: To my friends and this lovely fandom for all of their encouragement and support.
Author's Notes: I have never written a historical story before, so forgive my clumsiness. This story takes place in the late 1700s in a sort of alternate universe where some people have magical powers, but still have to live in secret to avoid being accused of witchcraft.

Previous chapters here


The second time the healer was called for... )
diandrahollman: (sherlock)
The response to this story has been so overwhelming and wonderful that I'm sad to see it end. Thank you so much to all my readers.

Title: Restoration
Author: Diandra Hollman
E-Mail: diandrahollman@gmail.com
Website: http://diandrahollman.neocities.org
Rating: hard R
Keywords: Hurt/Comfort, John/Sherlock, rape recovery, emotional hurt/comfort, PTSD, hurt Sherlock, slash
Spoilers: No
Disclaimer: Not my characters
Summary: "You get the call in the dead of night. early enough for you to not be quite deeply asleep yet, but late enough to be distressing. Because nobody calls at such an hour unless something has gone horribly wrong."
Author's Notes: This deals with the aftermath of sexual assault. The actual assault is never "shown", but will be partially described by the victim. I have never been a victim of such violence, so I won't pretend I understand what this is like, but I will endeavor to do right by all the people who have survived something like this.


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He isn't exactly the same. The scars he bears from his ordeal will never fully fade, even if they are no longer visible. But he is stronger now. )
diandrahollman: (scream)
I spent today working on library programs for Black History Month. I do this around this time every year, but this year I decided to start early. Because it feels especially important this year to acknowledge black history, women's history, LGBT history, native history, etc. etc. I couldn't bear to turn on the television or listen to the radio (do you have any idea how noisy a car is when the radio is off?!). My Twitter feed today looks like it did for much of 2016: painful, drawn out and full of death (mostly figurative) and despair (entirely literal). Now that I'm home, I plan on doing my damndest to drink the pain away. Tomorrow, we march.
diandrahollman: (sherlock)
I have decided that, for the sake of my sanity, I cannot acknowledge that much of season 4 happened. So with this story, let's assume it diverged from cannon sometime at the very beginning of "Six Thatchers", probably in the gap between Sherlock's return from "exile" and the baby being born (or maybe just after she's born).

E-Mail: diandrahollman@gmail.com
Website: http://diandrahollman.neocities.org
LJ: http://diandrahollman.livejournal.com
Rating: NC-17 for this chapter
Keywords: Sherlock/OMC, Tom Hiddleston fancast, unrequited John/Sherlock, drugs, slash, Sherlock POV
Spoilers: nothing past "His Last Vow"
Disclaimer: This started out as a sort of "50 First Dates" Johnlock story and morphed into this psychological "Girl on the Train"/"Before I Go To Sleep" fusion-ish thing. The characters are all from BBC Sherlock, except Henry.
Summary: Every day I wake up not remembering how I got here or who this man is who claims he's my husband. I cannot trust my own memory. There is only one thing of which I am reasonably certain: John Watson is dead. Isn't he?
Dedication: Thank you to Kate, Emilio and gin200168 for their invaluable help and support with this story.
Author's Notes: Henry is an amalgam of several characters from ACD cannon, with an original modern spin. In my little headcannon he is played by Tom Hiddleston. The title is from the story "A Scandal in Bohemia", where it refers to Irene Adler.

This takes place sometime after season 3.

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