katikat | Fic rec: Sherlock

"A City on the Head of a Pin" by mad_maudlin | Gen | John, for once, sees something Sherlock doesn't. | 5.000 words

"Thank you, Mrs. Hudson," John said. "Sherlock would thank you, but he is currently regressed to the age of sixteen."

Sherlock raised his free hand (from under his wing) to make a rude gesture, which in John's opinion only validated the point.

"Oh, don't be like that, dear," Mrs. Hudson said, admirably unfazed. She passed John a mug of soup and set Sherlock's on the coffee table before carefully arranging an afghan over him. "I'm sure something properly awful will happen any day now. Mustn't give up hope." Sherlock just made an unintelligible noise, though that was more than John had got out of him all day, and with a pat on his head Mrs. Hudson stepped over his slack wing and bustled out of the flat.

Another lovely story that could be considered "magical realism". Both John and Sherlock are awesome in this one!