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Facing Forward (Sherlock)

Title: Facing Forward
(2nd in the Sofie Series)
Author: Morgan Stuart
Fandom: Sherlock
Disclaimer: This universe does not belong to me; I'm just an appreciative visitor. I make no profit from this fan work.
Description: While John and Sherlock watch Sofie, someone else watches Lestrade.
Historian's Note: This is a direct sequel to "Mouth of Babes" and includes Sofie, an original character first introduced in that story. This takes place after (and refers to) the Sherlock episode "The Great Game."
Chinese Translation: available here by freya_fsc




It was an ongoing mystery to John Watson how the few items he most needed at any given time seemed to migrate of their own accord to the highest shelves in the kitchen.

Stretch, damn you, he told himself as he reached, fingers splayed. Just because you feel ninety years old doesn’t mean you’re allowed to act that way. Not yet.

He’d blame Sherlock for the trouble, but these days the consulting detective didn’t have it in him to be deliberately contrary or even carelessly rude. His focus remained obsessively trained on Moriarty, but on the rare occasions when it strayed, the recuperating man was almost solicitous in his own awkward, diffident way. John hadn’t decided yet whether this made him feel more appreciated or patronised on the whole, but he didn’t have the heart to call Sherlock on his altered behaviour.

After all, Sherlock wasn’t the only one who’d felt his world tremble on its axis that morning, seeing his flatmate pulled broken and bleeding from the rubble. John understood far too well.

Setting his jaw, John attempted to shift his weight to the balls of his feet and rise up, but it was too much too soon. He knew the difference between pushing himself and jeopardizing his recovery. Bone and muscle could only re-knit so quickly, and already he was demanding a great deal of himself.

Nothing for it, then. He’d have to get the stool. Sod it all.

Lestrade’s call came as a welcome distraction.

The detective inspector sounded even more harried than usual. “John, look, I said I’d be by later with those supplies Sherlock wanted for his experiment – I know it’s for that cold case I brought him – but my day’s gone a bit pear-shaped. It may be tomorrow, yeah?”

“The case is years old: another day could hardly matter. I’m sure that’ll be fine. Is everything all right?”

Lestrade sighed, and John could picture the shrug that accompanied the sound. “Just too much at once. The higher ups called a last-minute meeting I’ve got to attend – on my day off, and the weekend, at that – and my mother-in-law’s sick, so I need to take Sofie. I honestly don’t know—”

“We could help,” John said, unembarrassed by his own eagerness. He moved into the sitting room, waving to catch Sherlock’s eye. “We could watch Sofie for a while.”

Straightening behind his laptop, Sherlock nodded immediate agreement. John smiled as the familiar brooding shadow lifted from the pale face.

“No, John, thanks, um, but I wasn’t asking—”

“You don’t have to ask. I’m offering. We’re offering.”

A pause followed.

Sherlock rolled his eyes and then drew a breath. John held out the phone as his flatmate projected his voice: “Tell Lestrade that his fears are baseless and, frankly, insulting. I would be on my best behavior. I would do absolutely nothing to scar his daughter for life.”

Choking back a laugh, John brought the mobile back to his ear. “I think that’s Sherlock-speak for ‘Can Sofie come over to play?’”

Lestrade chuckled, then cleared his throat. “It’s kind of you, but I wouldn’t presume... I mean, you’re still recovering—”

“Yes, and the day you brought her over was the best we’d had in weeks. We've been living off it ever since. I’d call her positively therapeutic.” Easing himself into his chair, John wondered at how greatly his day had changed merely at this thought, how much it suddenly felt like hope.

“If you have other plans,” John continued, “I understand, but honestly, we’d be delighted to have her visit. Mrs Hudson’s here, and I’m sure she’d be glad to help if needed, so you can rest assured there’s at least one able-bodied adult on the premises. And you did say this flat was the safest place in London.”

“If you’re sure... well, I could go to the meeting, and then pick up those supplies for Sherlock as well as dinner on the way back.”

“That would be perfect. Tell Sofie to pack a bag with anything she wants to bring – books or movies or whatever – and we’ll let her set the agenda for the afternoon.”

“Will do. See you around two?”

“Good.” Very good, John thought.


***


Sofie brought not one bag, but two, and she was unpacking her bounty piece by piece, explaining each item in detail to Sherlock as John walked Lestrade to the top of the stairs.

The detective inspector stepped closer to John and hushed his voice. “I’m grateful to you, I really am. But if I find out Sherlock’s had her mixing poisons or dissecting specimens or juggling explosives—”

John raised both hands in mock surrender, grinning and nodding in understanding.

“—I’ll go up to your room, get the Weapon Of Which We Never Speak, and use it on you and Sherlock both. Got it?”

John’s breath caught. After his release from hospital, he’d found his service gun cleaned and restored to his room, only a bit the worse for wear despite the explosion. He’d assumed he had Mycroft to thank for this. Perhaps he’d assumed too much.

The revelation struck like a physical blow.

Lestrade’s half-fond, half-threatening expression softened as he witnessed the impact of his words.

“Sometimes,” Lestrade said, “I’m not quite as stupid as Sherlock claims.”

If he was aware of the gun, John realized, then he was aware of who had killed the cabbie.

“You knew.” John swallowed. “You’ve always known.”

Clasping his hands behind him, Lestrade studied the floorboards between their feet. “If there’s one thing I’ve learned from my years on the force, it’s that a man has to pick his battles, John.” He pursed his lips as he considered his words. “And he also has to pick his side.”

As he looked up again, he gave John a brief, grim smile, as if to confirm that he had made his choices, and they were final. John was disturbed to see that a new wariness had settled beside the general weariness in the man’s features.

Dark eyes bored into John’s. “It would help me to know that, if I’m not around, you’d be willing to defend her” – a nod toward the sitting room, where Sofie chattered at Sherlock – “with the same kind of commitment you’ve shown him.”

John met the frank gaze, humbled and honored and more than a little surprised by the depth of the trust he read there. “Without hesitation. You know I would.”

“Yes, I do,” Lestrade said gruffly. “Good man. Thank you, John.” He turned and descended the stairs two at a time, raising one arm in a wave of farewell.

Alone on the landing, John shivered.


***


Lestrade texted to let them know he was on his way, which gave them time to restore some sort of order to the sitting room. Sherlock – walking at last, although halting and graceless on his mending leg and hip – and John then engaged in a half-hearted battle for control of the kitchen table, where John wanted their takeaway and Sherlock wanted the supplies for his experiment.

Hearing Lestrade’s tread on the stairs, John ceded the victory to Sherlock and limped to the door. He relieved the detective inspector of an armful of bags, freeing Lestrade to greet his daughter.

“Hi, Daddy!” Sofie sprang up from her place on the sofa, leaving Mrs Hudson holding an open volume of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix.

“Hi, Sweetheart! Aren’t you beautiful?” He went to one knee as Sofie drew up before him, turning full circle for his admiration. “You’re looking very” – he put his head on one side and rubbed his chin – “Padmé Amidala, I think. Yes, definitely, you’d be right at home with the royalty of Naboo.”

The child grinned at him and then threw her arms around his neck.

He nodded at the landlady over Sofie’s new and elaborate coils of braids. “Hello, Mrs Hudson. Thank you for this. It must’ve taken a long time.”

“Oh, it wasn’t me, Dear. I just came up a few minutes ago to read Harry Potter. Braiding is John’s department.”

Sofie released him. “It took him the whole movie to finish.” She put a hand to her temple and patted her dark hair reverently. “The best thing is that it looks pretty, while at the same time it keeps my hair out of my face, so I can aim my blaster better.” Her hand fell to her side and then rose swiftly in mimicry of drawing and aiming a weapon.

“Smart as well as stylish. I like that,” Lestrade agreed. “The Trade Federation had best beware.”

Holstering her imaginary weapon, Sofie glowed with delight.

As he climbed to his feet, Lestrade looked to John and raised his eyebrows.

“What? I have a sister.” Handing the bags off to Sherlock, who promptly set them down and began rifling through them as if they contained holiday presents, John schooled his features to something he hoped passed for innocence.

“I am recovering from serious injuries, you know. I have to regain my coordination and dexterity.” He raised his hands and wriggled his fingers, several of which showed the scarring of recent burns. “Thanks to Sofie, I can skip my physio exercises tonight. She did me a favor.”

Lestrade brought the rest of his load into the kitchen, shaking his head ruefully. “That was above and beyond the call of duty. Especially if you watched The Phantom Menace, too.”

“I happen to like Qui-Gon Jinn,” John said. “And Sofie’s a good sport; she let us fast-forward through the parts with Jar Jar Binks.”

“I’m too old for him now,” Sofie explained.

“Newly conceived embryos are too old for Jar Jar Binks,” Sherlock said, face peering into the depths of one of the bags.

“Wait, you watched it, too?” Lestrade asked.

Sherlock nodded. “I was pleased to see midi-chlorian counts offered as an explanation for varying levels of Force sensitivity.”

The look of astonishment on Lestrade's face was comical.

“It moves the franchise away from fuzzy and vague fantastical mysticism toward something more in the spirit of science fiction. The science is poor, of course, a joke really, but it’s a step in the right direction.”

Lestrade turned to John. “I’ve never met a soul who liked the midi-chlorians. Never.”

“I know,” John said. “Don’t get him started, please. At some point he almost starts to make sense, and then things get uglier than Jabba the Hutt.”

“Right,” Lestrade said, sounding a bit dazed.

“Daddy, do I have time to finish up this part of the chapter with Mrs Hudson before we eat?” Sofie asked.

“Sure, if Mrs Hudson doesn’t mind.”

Twirling to make her braids swing, Sofie retreated to the sitting room.

The moment she left the kitchen, Sherlock abandoned the new supplies and withdrew his mobile from his pocket. “Lestrade, we need to talk.”

His tone abruptly reawakened the sense of foreboding that John had been trying to ignore ever since Lestrade left.

“Sherlock,” Lestrade began, staring at the man’s hand, “are you wearing nail polish? Blue nail polish?”

“Incorrect as usual. I am wearing nail lacquer, and the colour, I believe, is ‘Sea Spray.’ Sofie thought it was the best match for my eyes.”

“You let my daughter give you a manicure.”

“Obviously.” He gave an impatient huff. “For one thing, I didn’t think you’d want her confined by outdated and ludicrous gender stereotypes. For another, it was an experiment.”

“You’re saying... you let my daughter give you a manicure... for science.”

“On the fingernails on my left hand I’m wearing her regular brand of top coat, while on my right I’m wearing my own variation with certain additional ingredients. My theory is that the lacquer on the latter will show substantially less chipping and wear for an additional 2.3 days. Approximately.”

“And the lasting implications for science are...?” John left the question hanging.

With a scathing glare, Sherlock said, “Trust me, it will be useful knowledge to have.” He cleared his throat. “And it made Sofie happy.” He gestured with his mobile. “But we are moving rather far afield from the topic at hand, as it were.”

“Which is?” Lestrade asked. “And thank you, by the way.” There was no mockery in his words, and Sherlock met his eyes for a heartbeat before inclining his head gravely, accepting the gratitude.

“Mycroft texted me. You were followed today.”

Leaning his weight into his palms where they pressed against the table, Lestrade grimaced. “Yeah. Same car that followed me on Tuesday and Wednesday. Different from the one that followed me on Monday, Thursday, and Friday. To work and back. To lunch, the one day I had time to go out. To the bloody store.”

Struggling to digest what he was hearing, John stared at Lestrade’s hands on the table. They were broad and strong and calloused like his own, but the fingers were longer, more elegant, like Sherlock’s. Differently scarred.

“Not exactly subtle, are they?” Lestrade asked. “Though someone went through the rubbish bin out back two nights ago. That’s new.”

For several moments no one spoke. The only sound was the rise and fall of Mrs Hudson’s voice as she read to Sofie. Lestrade let his chin fall to his chest and rolled his head, stretching the muscles in his neck.

In barely more than a whisper, he added, “I let them scan my mail at the Yard before I open it. I check the exterior of the car before I get in, and then I check the interior before I turn the key. I’ve changed my locks at home three times since the explosion.”

John reached out to steady himself, only realizing belatedly that he’d left the cane in his bedroom in the effort to wean himself from it. He clenched his fingers into a fist. His weakness galled him.

“Death threats?” Sherlock asked.

“Just the usual.”

“Christ,” John said. This was his life now. He had friends who accepted death threats as a natural part of their day.

“You were in Afghanistan, John,” Sherlock said, as though he could read John’s thoughts. “Your time there was nothing if not one prolonged death threat.”

“This is different,” John said. And it was.

“Did you know they followed you on foot today?” Sherlock continued, returning his attention to Lestrade. “Into the store and back. Mycroft has footage. At one point, apparently, you were in some danger of being forced into an alley en route to your car.”

Lestrade pushed away from the table and straightened, crossing his arms. “Yeah, it was a tactical mistake, parking where I did. I won’t make it again.” His eyes flickered toward Sherlock’s and then slid away. “I appreciate your brother’s warning.”

“The smart thing,” Sherlock said, without inflection, “would be to cut all ties with me. Stay as far away as possible. Distance yourself from this.”

The detective inspector raised his chin. “But you’ve never mistaken me for a smart man, have you?”

Sherlock’s eyes narrowed. “Lestrade...”

“Maybe he’s gathering for another strike, another round of his game. Or maybe he’s just biding his time, trying to wear us down, to isolate you by driving away anyone who’ll stand by your side.” Lestrade licked his lips. “Either way, I think I’m needed where I am.”

Before Sherlock could reply, Lestrade said, “I’m being as sensible as I can be. I’m taking every precaution I know to take. I’d welcome your brother’s help, if this is an offer.

“But I’m not going to allow Moriarty to teach my daughter that the only way to live is by keeping your head down and your eyes shut, hoping you go unnoticed. I won’t let her think that the best response to evil in the world is to curl up and hide.” His voice broke, and he rocked back on his heels with a mirthless laugh. “God, Sherlock, give me some credit, will you?”

“I do,” Sherlock said, each word an obvious struggle, “or we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”

“I know,” Lestrade said quickly, waving away the words. “No, I know.”

The three of them started apart like guilty lovers as Sofie reentered the room.

“Daddy?” came a tremulous voice.

He turned and knelt in one swift motion. “What’s wrong?”

Her eyes were wide and brimming with tears. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, her lips quivering. “It’s just so sad.” She sipped a small breath of air. “Please tell me it’s going to be okay.”

Lestrade caught her up in a hug and rocked her gently as Mrs Hudson appeared at the doorway, wiping her own eyes.

“I’d forgotten it came so soon in the book,” the landlady explained. “He’s one of those characters you depend on, you know? A good man and such a wonderful father. You don’t really think about him; you just take him for granted and trust that he’s there. That’s what makes it so affecting. I’m sorry, it’s a dreadful place to stop.”

“What scene?” John asked.

“The attack on Arthur Weasley.”

“By Nagini, when Arthur’s guarding the door to the Department of Mysteries,” John muttered. At Sherlock’s incredulous stare, he added, “I was in Afghanistan, Sherlock, not on Pluto.”

“It’s okay,” Lestrade said in a deep, soothing rumble. “It’s all fine. You know what makes it so hard? Not knowing. That’s the difficult part, waiting to find out what’s going to happen.” He pulled back enough to look into Sofie’s mournful face. “We’ll read on tonight as far as we need to.”

She fought to compose herself, her tears giving way to a stubborn (and familiar) frown. John could see what it cost Lestrade to watch.

“If he dies, I may cry,” she warned. “And even if he lives, I may cry anyway.”

“That’s fine. I may, too,” Lestrade whispered, and he pulled her back into a fierce embrace.

One of her small hands fisted in her father’s jacket. John stared at the other where it rested on Lestrade’s back. Her thumb and index finger extended to form a right angle, while the other three fingers curled into her palm. Of course, he realized: it was her blaster gun. She'd come brokenhearted, but she'd also come armed.

Mrs Hudson moved to Sherlock’s side. His long arm wrapped around her narrow shoulders.

“I think Arthur Weasley will live to fight Voldemort another day,” Lestrade said with clear conviction, “but whatever comes, it'll be all right. You know, the important thing isn’t what happens to him; it’s that he fought the good fight while he could, and loved his family through it all.”

Lestrade pressed his cheek against Sofie’s delicate braids and looked up toward John, who squared his shoulders and nodded back once. Sharply. Like a soldier.


THE END

Sequel: Read the sequel: "Sentry Duty."

Missing Scene: Read methylviolet10b's missing scene story entitled "Tales from a Lost Mobile - Facing Forwards."

Vital Stats: Originally written in May 2011.

The title was inspired by the lyrics "I've got a good father, and his strength is what makes me cry. Feet on ground, heart in hand, facing forward: be yourself" from Jann Arden's song "Good Mother."

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morganstuart
May. 14th, 2011 05:31 pm (UTC)
Oh, thank you so much! I'm so very glad you liked it.
methylviolet10b
May. 14th, 2011 01:05 am (UTC)
*wibbles*

I think I might cry, too. And I also think I might have to jump up and down and pitch a fit if you don't write more in this series. ;-) (Okay, I wouldn't actually, but I might wibble some more. Big, sad-eyed, heartbroken little girl wibblies. Or maybe even puppy-eyed wibblies.)

Just lovely stuff, and I really can hear the show characters saying your lines.

Edited at 2011-05-14 06:49 am (UTC)
morganstuart
May. 14th, 2011 06:11 pm (UTC)
I can't handle puppy-eyed wibblies, so put them away right now! ;)

I'm so glad you found this to be moving and in character. Thanks so much for your lovely feedback! I never meant to start a series - for that matter, I hadn't planned the first story at all, it sort of forced itself on me - and so I was a bit nervous about writing this sequel. So it does my heart much good to know you still like Sofie and this 'verse. :) I wouldn't mind revisiting it again, so we'll see.

Thanks again for your kind comments! And please don't cry. *hugs*
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dominique012
May. 14th, 2011 01:36 am (UTC)
That is amazing! Perfect voices, funny, interesting. I loved it. :)

I loved this line:

“And thank you, by the way.” There was no mockery in his words, and Sherlock met his eyes for a heartbeat before inclining his head gravely, accepting the gratitude. So easy to imagine that.

And John and Lestrade talking about the gun. Perfect. Terrific fic!!
morganstuart
May. 14th, 2011 06:13 pm (UTC)
This makes me so happy! Thanks so much for your feedback and for telling me what worked best for you (that's so helpful!). I'm really glad you enjoyed it.
bk7brokemybrain
May. 14th, 2011 02:48 am (UTC)
So much squee for daddies in danger and getting to blend Harry Potter and Sherlock. *swoons in happiness*
I'm really enjoying all the danger in this series. I hope you are inspired to keep going. Sofie is a great character.
Your John's voice sounds so much like MF's portrayal. Love that.
morganstuart
May. 14th, 2011 06:15 pm (UTC)
Yay! You've put a huge smile on my face. I'm so glad the mashup between Sherlock and Harry Potter worked for you. It's great to hear that John's voice seems in character, too. I'm not ruling out more in this 'verse, so I appreciate knowing there's interest in more of Sofie and her series. Thanks a million for reading and for leaving such lovely feedback!
uwsannajane
May. 14th, 2011 03:10 am (UTC)
Oh, so much fun! This is insanely readable and weirdly in character, for everyone (even the blue nail polish on Sherlock). Plus unnerving and scary, without which it wouldn't be "Sherlock." Thank you!
morganstuart
May. 14th, 2011 06:22 pm (UTC)
You've made me a very happy camper. Thanks so much! I'm so glad you liked it and felt it was both in character and scary (both of which were goals of mine). I really appreciate your reading and commenting.

PS. I'm wearing that 'Sea Spray' nail polish right this minute, as a matter of fact. ;)
shezan
May. 14th, 2011 03:46 am (UTC)
Love all of this, but - Sherlock pro-midichlorians???? SHEER GENIUS. Of course he would be.
morganstuart
May. 14th, 2011 06:25 pm (UTC)
I am so glad this made sense! It struck me that he would be the only one for whom that whole midi-chlorian idea works. (I'd be in Lestrade's camp: "Really? Are you serious?") It makes my day that you agree.

Thanks so much for reading! And for your kind words.
madder_badder
May. 14th, 2011 04:05 am (UTC)
Oh, I love Sofie (and Jann Arden, but that's another matter) and I'm glad to see her back. And I love Sherlock getting a manicure -- for science!
morganstuart
May. 14th, 2011 07:39 pm (UTC)
Another Jann Arden fan! That's wonderful.

I'm so glad you liked this. Thanks so much for your kind words. And yes, I don't think there's much Sherlock isn't prepared to do -- for science! ;)
innie_darling
May. 14th, 2011 04:09 am (UTC)
She'd come brokenhearted, but she'd also come armed. I honestly can't decide who I love most in this story.
morganstuart
May. 14th, 2011 07:40 pm (UTC)
Oh, this makes me so happy: that's my favorite line from the story. I'm so glad it worked for you.

Thank you for reading and for your kind words.
lawless523
May. 14th, 2011 04:23 am (UTC)
“But you’ve never mistaken me for a smart man, have you?” made me sporfle.

Oh, boys. You are so sweet. I like the way they're all looking out for each other while still being stoic.

Thank you for this.
morganstuart
May. 14th, 2011 07:46 pm (UTC)
Thank you for your lovely feedback! I'm so happy you liked it.

I'm pleased to know that line made you sporfle. ;) I'm a sucker for the stoic-but-caring boys, so I'm glad they came across that way.

I really appreciate your reading and commenting.
errantcomment
May. 14th, 2011 05:43 am (UTC)
This is so nice, and so sweet and just *g*.
I like Sofie, she seems pretty cool.
Thanks. ^^
morganstuart
May. 14th, 2011 07:47 pm (UTC)
Aw, thank you! I'm delighted that you liked the story - and Sofie, too! I appreciate your kind words.
kari77
May. 14th, 2011 09:20 am (UTC)
Oh, dear. I don't think I have the words in me to properly express how much I love and adore this story, this verse, the way you write the characters with such care ... I could go on and on.

She'd come brokenhearted, but she'd also come armed.
Such a gorgeous line.

Thank you so much!
morganstuart
May. 14th, 2011 07:55 pm (UTC)
You have utterly made my day. Thank you so much for your lovely feedback.

It thrills me to know that line worked for you. It was my favorite in the story. *g*

I'm so happy that you like this story and its 'verse. Thanks again!

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morganstuart
May. 14th, 2011 07:56 pm (UTC)
Thanks so much!
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morganstuart
May. 14th, 2011 07:59 pm (UTC)
Thank you! To be honest, I was a bit nervous about getting the flow right from the lighthearted sections to the more foreboding ones, so it makes me very happy to know that the rhythm worked for you. I'm especially thrilled that my "Arthur Weasley as commentary on Lestrade" ploy made some sense. Once I got the idea, it wouldn't leave me alone!

Your feedback is both helpful and heartening, and I greatly appreciate it. Thanks so much!
belleferret
May. 14th, 2011 11:10 am (UTC)
The unspoken love and devotion between these three men is so astonishingly clear in this fic. They would protect each other unto death if it came to it.

You know, the important thing isn’t what happens to him; it’s that he fought the good fight while he could, and loved his family [and friends} through it all.
I think they all feel this way.

For several moments no one spoke. The only sound was the rise and fall of Mrs Hudson’s voice as she read to Sofie. ...
John reached out to steady himself, only realizing belatedly that he’d left the cane in his bedroom in the effort to wean himself from it. He clenched his fingers into a fist. His weakness galled him.


Just a couple of examples--you make the feelings and undercurrents in the room so strong it's as if I'm there with them.

And may I add I love how Sophie can do things with Sherlock (such as paint his nails) that would otherwise be unthinkable! :-D
morganstuart
May. 15th, 2011 01:47 am (UTC)
You give the most wonderful - not to mention helpful - comments in the world. Thank you, my friend. It means a great deal to me.

I'm so happy that the unspoken devotion between the three came through. That's the main goal, really, I hoped it came across. I definitely agree that they all share Lestrade's sentiment about what's important, both in the Harry Potter story and in their own.

It's so helpful to know what sentences worked and that the atmosphere seemed right to make everything intense and emotional enough for the subject matter. Thanks for that.

I do love that Sherlock lets Sofie get away with so much. She really has him wrapped around her little finger.

I'm most grateful for your encouragement and feedback. Thank you!
goldvermilion87
May. 14th, 2011 12:25 pm (UTC)
I really enjoyed this!
morganstuart
May. 15th, 2011 01:47 am (UTC)
Oh, I'm so glad! Thanks so much for reading.
solara_karrde
May. 14th, 2011 03:06 pm (UTC)
Bravo! *sniffles* Wonderful!
morganstuart
May. 15th, 2011 01:54 am (UTC)
Thank you so much! I'm so glad you liked it.
musical_lottie
May. 14th, 2011 06:42 pm (UTC)
Oh wow. I loved Sofie last time round, and I love her even more this time. I was expecting fluff, to be honest, but the reality and gravity of their situation was just amazing and this was a much better fic (than I was expecting) for it. I loved how the three were honest with each other - not in an unrealistic, 'pour the heart out' way but everything that needed to be communicated, was. But! There was still fun and humour, which again made it really realistic, because life is like that!

Hoorah! :)
morganstuart
May. 15th, 2011 11:33 am (UTC)
You have no idea how much your kind comments mean to me! I was taken by surprise by the enthusiastic response to Sofie in "Mouth of Babes," and so I was a bit nervous about meeting everyone's expectations with a follow-up story. I'm thrilled that you like her even better here, and that the tone of the story (both the humour and the danger) works for you. It also does my heart good to know that the men's honesty with each other seems more realistic than melodramatic.

I'm really delighted to hear that this wasn't what you expected, and yet you liked it anyway. Your feedback's both helpful and encouraging, and I really appreciate your taking the time to read and comment. Thank you so much!
teatotaller
May. 14th, 2011 08:07 pm (UTC)
Very satisying all around! I like Sophie as a character quite a bit.
morganstuart
May. 15th, 2011 11:34 am (UTC)
I'm so glad you like the story - and Sofie, too! Thanks so much for reading and commenting.
rabidsamfan
May. 14th, 2011 08:11 pm (UTC)
I'm glad to see more of Sofie, and not a little alarmed at the threats to Lestrade. I hope they're planning to put some security on her too!
morganstuart
May. 15th, 2011 11:39 am (UTC)
I'm so glad you like her. Thanks so much! Yes, Lestrade's in a scary place at the moment - they all are, really, but since John and Sherlock are pretty much confined at the moment due to their recovery, it seems their friends are taking the brunt of the peril.

I expect Lestrade, for the first time ever, is glad Sofie doesn't live with him. He'd already doubled security at her grandmother's, but I'm sure he's doing even more now; I think it's safe to say that Lestrade will take care of himself only after he's made sure Sofie's taken care of! (And I wouldn't be surprised if a certain Holmes wasn't keeping her in his sights, as well, probably on emphatic orders from his little brother.) That said, I'm glad to know the sense of foreboding seems real here: she, like everyone else in the story, is in genuine danger.

Thanks a million for reading and commenting! I really appreciate it.
belphegor1982
May. 14th, 2011 08:51 pm (UTC)
I really really hope you've got more material like this up your sleeve, because this is a wonderful blend of funny and heartbreaking. The Harry Potter connection is perfect, especially Lestrade's description of Arthur Weasley and what he means to the other characters - talk about mise en abyme :o) Really a lovely story, and a wonderful way to write the characters; I hope to read more from you soon :o]
morganstuart
May. 15th, 2011 11:42 am (UTC)
Wow, your lovely comments have made my day! Thank you so much. I'm thrilled to hear the Arthur Weasley section worked; what you describe is just what I was hoping to accomplish! So this makes me very happy indeed. I do hope to write more soon. I'm grateful for your encouragement and kindness!
rusty_armour
May. 14th, 2011 09:29 pm (UTC)
It's so wonderful that you've written a sequel to "Mouth of Babes"! Although the adults in this story are going through a pretty dark period with Moriarty, Sofie provides both solace and light. I think it's really sweet that Sherlock instantly agrees to the idea that he and John should look after Sofie. It's hilarious how much Sofie has Sherlock and John wrapped around her little finger with the hair braiding and the manicure...Oh, and it was too funny when they all got into a discussion of The Phantom Menace and Sherlock began explaining why the midi-chlorian counts are cool. *g*

I love the way you're able to combine comedy with drama. You go from the lighter, more comic moments to the revelation that Lestrade has been receiving death threats and Sofie is afraid and upset because Arthur Weasley is attacked in Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. Such details as Sofie keeping her hand poised in blaster position while hugging her father are perfect. What Lestrade says to Sofie to comfort her is fabulous, especially as the same could be said for himself:

“I think Arthur Weasley will live to fight Voldemort another day,” Lestrade said with clear conviction, “but whatever comes, it'll be all right. You know, the important thing isn’t what happens to him; it’s that he fought the good fight while he could, and loved his family through it all.”
morganstuart
May. 15th, 2011 12:37 pm (UTC)
What lovely feedback! I'm so grateful to you. It's wonderful to know you liked this, and it helps immensely to know what in the story worked for you. I get tickled at the thought that Sofie has John, and most especially Sherlock, wrapped around her little finger!

It's very good to know that the tone shifts from the lighthearted to the more foreboding made sense. And it thrills my heart to know that the Arthur Weasley references, both on their own and as commentary on Lestrade and his situation, came across as I'd hoped. I remember going into that novel knowing a character was supposed to die, and all I could think to do was hope it wasn't Lupin (my favorite). But when Arthur was attacked, it felt like the proverbial rug was pulled out from under me. It hadn't even occurred to me that he might be the one in danger, and I couldn't imagine that universe without his steady presence. Immediately I backtracked from my original position and started hoping it was anyone but Arthur. That's a bit how I see Lestrade. I can imagine Sherlock worrying constantly over the danger John is in, never thinking Lestrade's in peril, too; so I wanted to give Sherlock - and John, for that matter - the chance to appreciate their ally while he's there.

And you've put a huge smile on my face, noting Sofie with her hand in "blaster position." That, I must admit, was my favorite part of this story to write, so I'm delighted it struck a chord with you.

Thanks a million for reading and for your helpful comments!
mazarin221b
May. 14th, 2011 10:27 pm (UTC)
Oh, I don't know how I missed this earlier. So gorgeous - and funny! Lovely work!
morganstuart
May. 15th, 2011 12:37 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I'm so pleased you enjoyed it. I appreciate your reading and commenting.
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morganstuart
May. 15th, 2011 12:41 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much! I'm so thrilled that you like her. You and your blaster would be welcomed, I know. :)

I really appreciate your reading and commenting. Thank you!
abbyleaf101
May. 14th, 2011 11:52 pm (UTC)
Oooh, you made me cry. Blending the entire message of Harry Potter perfectly into the story...
I /adore/ Sophie. I imagine her a little like the combined child of all three men. A child to all of them, almost. I can see it really clearly in the "She's come heartbroken, but she's also come armed" line, because yes. All of them. She's going to fight.
I don't really have words for the utter perfection of this. Arthur Weasley, as you said, is one of those characters who're just there, quiet and unassuming, and then you're struck with the idea you might lose him, and... that's it. Something's missing; you're not quite as strong.
Basically, I have no idea what I'm saying, other then this fic is perfect and flawless and made me choke up a little bit. YES. I'd love to see more <3
morganstuart
May. 15th, 2011 12:48 pm (UTC)
Oh, bless your heart! Thank you so very much. You've thrilled my me with your kind words. *passes box of tissues* I'm so glad you found this to be moving.

I'm really pleased to hear that my ploy of using Arthur Weasley as a window into/commentary on Lestrade worked. I adore both characters so much for many of the same reasons. As you say, if they weren't there, their friends wouldn't be as strong.

It also makes me happy to know the line about Sofie's imaginary blaster conveyed all I'd wished it to: yes, she is going to fight, and she's learning firsthand from three great (and, more to the point, good) men just how to do it. The Moriartys of the world won't find their road an easy one.

There may be more. I have some ideas. It's great to know there's interest. Thanks for reading and for your lovely comments.
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penfold_x
May. 15th, 2011 01:43 am (UTC)
Every time I think you can't get more amazing, you go and prove me wrong. I adore this fic! The characterization choices are just wonderful; you do a great job of giving us the characters we love from the show, but more strongly bound together by their shared mission (and trauma), but with fine faults of vulnerability highlighted by the stress of being under threat. I'm hoping Moffat and Gatiss take just your line.

And of course John, Sherlock and Lestrade are a bit fannish. All the best people are. ;)

There are too many thinks I like to highlight them all, but some of my favorites were:

“I think that’s Sherlock-speak for ‘Can Sofie come over to play?’”
Oh, yes it is!

John wondered at how greatly his day had changed merely at this thought, how much it suddenly felt like hope.
You say so much about how difficult things have been since the pool with this line.

The revelation struck like a physical blow. ...Lestrade’s half-fond, half-threatening expression softened as he witnessed the unintended impact of his words. “You knew.” John swallowed. “You’ve always known.”
Ooh, I could feel this along with John. And I always appreciate how perceptive your Lestrade is--he's not bumbly just because he's not Sherlock.

“Without hesitation. You know I would.”
Oh, yes. Very powerful moment.

Braiding is John’s department.
Hee! My brother used to do the same for me.

“You’re saying... you let my daughter give you a manicure... for science.”
Possibly the best line ever.

“But I’m not going to allow Moriarty to teach my daughter that the only way to live is by keeping your head down and your eyes shut, hoping you go unnoticed. I won’t let her think that the best response to evil in the world is to curl up and hide.”
Wonderful--so completely Lestrade! And nicely mirroring Arthur Weasley.

You know what makes it so hard? Not knowing. That’s the difficult part, waiting to find out what’s going to happen.”
I really like that he doesn't talk down to her or give her meaningless reassurance.

Mrs Hudson moved to Sherlock’s side. His long arm wrapped around her narrow shoulders.
And this is where you win the universe, because Sherlock is affectionate with Mrs Hudson, but we rarely see it in the fanfic.

You know, the important thing isn’t what happens to him; it’s that he fought the good fight while he could, and loved his family through it all.
And that's the moment where you break my heart.

I know you can't promise sequels, but put me on the list agitating for one.
morganstuart
May. 15th, 2011 01:11 pm (UTC)
Oh my goodness. I had to stop and flail a bit in wonder and delight at your amazing comments before I could reply. Thank you. So much.

Honestly, I was really surprised by the lovely response to "Mouth of Babes," and thus a bit nervous about trying to craft a follow-up that would satisfy. It does my heart good to know that you liked this. You stated my goal so beautifully - to show these characters "with fine faults of vulnerability highlighted by the stress of being under threat" - that it really put a smile on my face. I'm so pleased this came through.

And of course John, Sherlock and Lestrade are a bit fannish. All the best people are. ;)

Isn't that the truth? LOL! :D

It's immensely helpful to know what worked for you, specifically, so many thanks for sharing some of the lines and your reactions. I'm so, so glad you like my take on "not bumbly" Lestrade. And I'm glad John's response of "Without hesitation" had the proper gravity. I'm especially thrilled that Lestrade's point about what Sofie would learn from how he handled this threat seemed in character; I really wanted this to be something that could have come from either his mouth or Arthur Weasley's.

I really like that he doesn't talk down to her or give her meaningless reassurance. Yes, that's just what I wanted to him to avoid. And it struck me that, as a whole, everyone in that room was stuck in "real life" in just the difficult place he was describing: not knowing what happens next, waiting for the worst to occur, wondering when Moriarty will act. At least in the case of the novel, they can push on through to the other side.

Yes, Sherlock is affectionate (and not awkwardly, either) with Mrs Hudson in the series. I'm so happy my little nod to this worked for you! And I'm so, so gratified to hear that Lestrade's commentary on Arthur Weasley (and, indirectly, himself) was moving. My heart was a bit wrapped up in that.

Really, to say you've made my day is a gross understatement. I do have some ideas in my head for this, so there may be more to come. It's wonderful to know there's interest in this series continuing. Thank you for reading and for taking the time to give me such useful and encouraging feedback. I appreciate it.
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