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Title: Homo Homini Lupus est, chapter 2
Status of work: WIP. Series: This is where I began. Book II.
Characters: Sherlock, John, Mycroft, Mummy, OMC’s, OFC’s
Warnings: angst, young child dealing with grief at the death of a parent, no other warnings apply
Rating: pg13
Beta: the lovely
susako. I want to thank her very much for her help and advice. Any remaining mistakes are mine of course
Word count: approx. 8,200
Author's note: in this series I’m exploring Sherlock’s past and his relationship with Mycroft, from his earliest beginnings up to the time he ends up sharing the flat with John at Baker Street 221B. Book 1 dwelt on Sherlock’s discovery of the world around him. In this book things are going to change, fast. I’d be very happy if you’d join me for the trip. I’ll try to update once a week or every two weeks
Summary: The freezing weather has turned into a faint drizzle that seeks and finds entrance to wet your skin no matter how many layers of protective clothing you wear. Sherlock is shivering all over by the time the trowel hits the wood of the coffin lid. Five more minutes of shovelling and he can raise the casket from the grave. The excitement coursing through his veins as he pries open the lid with a screwdriver warms him up again.
Read it here at my journal
Or start with chapter 1 of book I, Et in Arcadia Ego here at my journal
Status of work: WIP. Series: This is where I began. Book II.
Characters: Sherlock, John, Mycroft, Mummy, OMC’s, OFC’s
Warnings: angst, young child dealing with grief at the death of a parent, no other warnings apply
Rating: pg13
Beta: the lovely
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Word count: approx. 8,200
Author's note: in this series I’m exploring Sherlock’s past and his relationship with Mycroft, from his earliest beginnings up to the time he ends up sharing the flat with John at Baker Street 221B. Book 1 dwelt on Sherlock’s discovery of the world around him. In this book things are going to change, fast. I’d be very happy if you’d join me for the trip. I’ll try to update once a week or every two weeks
Summary: The freezing weather has turned into a faint drizzle that seeks and finds entrance to wet your skin no matter how many layers of protective clothing you wear. Sherlock is shivering all over by the time the trowel hits the wood of the coffin lid. Five more minutes of shovelling and he can raise the casket from the grave. The excitement coursing through his veins as he pries open the lid with a screwdriver warms him up again.
Read it here at my journal
Or start with chapter 1 of book I, Et in Arcadia Ego here at my journal