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The Soul in Deep Distress (Sherlock)

Apologies for my long silence! RL became very, very busy all of a sudden. \o/

Title: The Soul in Deep Distress
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: John Watson knows who is the true soldier of Baker Street.
Historian's Note: This takes place after events depicted in the second-series Sherlock episode "The Reichenbach Fall."
Author's Note: This is a 221b ficlet (221 words, the last beginning with "b").
Acknowledgment: This is for the wonderful freya_fsc, who asked if I might try another 221b story.
Warnings (Highlight to Read): Spoilers for "The Reichenbach Fall"

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Mar. 13th, 2012 11:21 pm (UTC)
That's lovely in a sad kind of way.
Mar. 14th, 2012 02:02 pm (UTC)
Oh, thank you so much!
Mar. 14th, 2012 12:34 am (UTC)
Oh! This is beautiful!
She claims all the time that she is not the housekeeper. Well, no, she isn't. She does way more than that. She takes care of the boys, and she protects them not by fighting but tea and scones.
I was reading another story about Mr. Hudson welcomed John home. Although in the end of The Fall he said that he couldn't go back to the flat at the moment, I would like to think that he eventually did. It's heartwarming to just think about the two of them comforting each other.
Sherlock, next Christmas, you should wear the antlers just to make her happy...
Mar. 14th, 2012 02:13 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much! I'm so tickled that you liked it.

You've put your finger on why I love Mrs Hudson so much. And I agree: John has to return to Baker Street sometime, and I love the idea of the two of them drawing strength from each other.

LOL, now I am picturing Sherlock in the antlers... :D

Thanks again for your kind words, my friend - and for your encouragement about writing another 221b story.

Edited at 2012-03-14 02:14 pm (UTC)
Mar. 14th, 2012 12:35 am (UTC)
Oh, Mrs. Hudson. ♥
Mar. 14th, 2012 02:15 pm (UTC)
She's an amazing one, isn't she? I do love her.

Thanks so much for reading.

Mar. 14th, 2012 02:11 am (UTC)
Sniff. Lovely.
Mar. 14th, 2012 02:15 pm (UTC)
Oh, I'm so happy you think so! Thank you.
Mar. 14th, 2012 02:52 am (UTC)
How beautiful is this?? It's a lovely glimmer of hope in a Sherlock-less Baker Street that John and Mrs Hudson still have one another.
Mar. 14th, 2012 02:17 pm (UTC)
Aw, thank you so much! I'm delighted that you liked this and very pleased that it felt like hope. I really appreciate your kind words.
Mar. 14th, 2012 07:05 am (UTC)
Beautifully understated. I've been waiting for more from you. Thank you.
Mar. 14th, 2012 02:18 pm (UTC)
Oh, thank you! I really appreciate your kind and heartening feedback. It means a lot to me.
Mar. 14th, 2012 07:31 am (UTC)
Mar. 14th, 2012 02:17 pm (UTC)
:D Thank you!
Mar. 14th, 2012 11:34 am (UTC)
Are you British? I know it sounds a silly question, but in all your drabbles and stories you handle the emotional parts with a self-restraint and a minimalistic approach in both narration and dialogue that works quite well and is all the more striking for it. So I wonder if you naturally come by examples of the Stiff Upper Lip syndrome in your everyday life, or if you're just naturally talented at it :o]

Seriously, this was short, painful, lovely, and quite heart-warming in all senses of the word. The verse you use at the end to illustrate the story really underline the emotional core of the story, those two lonely souls who seek warmth and (thankfully) draw it form each other. Grief does feel cold, doesn't it? It leaves you shivering and feeling like you're standing on an empty, lonely plain, and it's raining, and the others seem very far away. Thank goodness for Mrs Hudson, tea, and the giving of comfort when you're in need of it :o)

P.S.: I find this poem as intriguing as profound. Where did you come across it?
Mar. 14th, 2012 02:37 pm (UTC)
First of all, I take the fact you asked if I'm British as quite a compliment, so thank you! I've spent some time in England, especially London, but I'm not British. I am, however, both ethnically and (more to the point) culturally, on both sides of my family, what I call "CheroCelt" - that is, a regional American blend of Cherokee and Scottish heritages. I mention this because I often get the impression that Cherokee culture, in particular, shares a kind of formal restraint with the Stiff Upper Lip phenomenon among the British, a keen sense of erring on the side of brevity and privacy, of keeping internal monologues... well, decidedly internal. ;) So it may be that there's a resonance there.

At any rate, I'm delighted by your kind words about my minimalistic approach, and I'm thrilled that my portrayal of emotional sequences feels authentic to you. It means a great deal to me, and I'm most grateful to you for this feedback.

I'm so tickled that this worked for you and seemed properly moving.

Grief does feel cold, doesn't it? It leaves you shivering and feeling like you're standing on an empty, lonely plain, and it's raining, and the others seem very far away. Thank goodness for Mrs Hudson, tea, and the giving of comfort when you're in need of it :o)

Yes! Oh, well said, indeed.

As for the poem, I found it in an old hard-copy Star Trek fanzine years ago (Tantalus, and the story was "Not Light But Warmth" by Mary Rottler and Lynn Syck), and I jotted it down in order to remember it. I, too, find it to be intriguing and profound. It was attributed to "Author Unknown" in the 'zine, and I haven't found the quote online (except in a fanfic context) in previous searches. I wish I knew more about it!

Thanks again for your lovely comments. I appreciate them very much!

Edited at 2012-03-14 04:55 pm (UTC)
Mar. 16th, 2012 06:06 am (UTC)

I finally finished watching "The Reichenbach Fall" this morning because I'm going to be on a Sherlock panel at REVELcon--I don't know when the panel is but the con begins tomorrow and I actually left to drive here this afternoon!

It wasn't until I was casually glancing through my flist and saw this story that I suddenly realized This means I can read Morgan Stuart's fic again!!!! I'd been avoiding all Season 2 fic until I finished watching all three episodes. Getting a complete copy of the third ep had been such a carnival of errors (on my part) that I had forgotten all the loveliness that would result from getting done!!! *happy dance*

This line: He could fall. was such an excellent reminder of the episode, and the metaphorical and literals way in which it used the idea of falling.

And then the wonderfulness of the character-revealing details! Mrs. Hudson's hip, for examples, and her stubbornness in offering comfort whether John admits to needing it or not the scones. And this line: Ignoring the chair, she opened her arms. just made me wibble uncontrollably.

For a moment, I was afraid John would turn her down, but it's a victory to Mrs. Hudson that he doesn't, and an entirely plausible one for her to win.
Mar. 21st, 2012 03:40 pm (UTC)
Oh, you're so kind! :D Thank you! While I've posted more substantive "replies" of sorts to "The Reichenbach Fall" (and the second series as a whole) than this, I'm really thrilled that you enjoyed this wee tiny ficlet, despite its brevity.

(Wasn't that episode incredible? I think I forgot to breathe several times.)

Your encouraging words have put a huge grin on my face. I'm really tickled that the "He could fall" worked properly as an allusion to the episode, and I'm delighted that you liked Mrs Hudson in all of her stubbornness. I'm so pleased that you think it's plausible she'd win this round, and John would accept her comfort.

Thank you, my friend. You're the best! And welcome back from convention-land! :D
Mar. 17th, 2012 11:17 pm (UTC)
Oh! Lovely!
Mar. 21st, 2012 03:29 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much! I really appreciate it.

Edited at 2012-03-21 03:29 pm (UTC)
Jessie Blackwood
Mar. 20th, 2012 12:56 am (UTC)
I just love your stuff. So thoughtful and insightful. Your previous one, There in the Shadows has been recommended by someone on the Sherlock Forum. That's what lead me here.
Mar. 21st, 2012 03:00 pm (UTC)
Oh, you've made my day. Thank you so much! :D
Jun. 12th, 2012 08:29 am (UTC)
Oh, Mrs. Hudson. <3
Jun. 14th, 2012 08:12 pm (UTC)
Aw, thank you. <3 She is one brilliant lady.
Sep. 3rd, 2012 01:45 am (UTC)
Such beautiful poetry. And I'm not talking about the verse at the bottom (though that is lovely, too, and so fitting!). I love the image you've left me with, of John hugging Mrs. Hudson, when in canon we've only seen Sherlock doing that. Such a sweet, sad moment! Thank you so much.
Sep. 9th, 2012 12:00 am (UTC)
Oh, thank you. Thank you for this, truly.

I love the image you've left me with, of John hugging Mrs. Hudson, when in canon we've only seen Sherlock doing that.

I'm so grateful - and relieved! - that this worked for you. I kept thinking of all they'd have to be for each other, considering what (or, rather, who) each was now missing.

I appreciate your encouragement more than I can say!
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