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The Bang and the Clatter (36/36)
Sep. 19th, 2013 10:47 pmTitle - The Bang and the Clatter (36/36)
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earlgreytea68
Rating - Teen
Characters - John, Sherlock
Spoilers - Through "The Reichenbach Fall"
Disclaimer - I don't own them and I don't make money off of them, but I don't like to dwell on that, so let's move on.
Summary - Sherlock Holmes is a pitcher and John Watson is a catcher. No, no, no, it's a baseball AU.
Author's Notes - Many, many thanks to arctacuda, for helping with the writing and for uncomplainingly beta-ing when I whine. Including beta-ing while traveling around the world and having much more interesting things to worry about.
...How is this fic over? I don't understand. It seems like just the other day I was brainstorming what I could do with it, and now all of a sudden it's all done and out there in the world and it all belongs to you now. Which is actually my favorite place for a fic to be, because I love it when I'm writing it but I love most when I get to share it all with you and see it through your eyes and live it all over again, and again, and again. Because here's a little secret I'll let you in on about how I feel about being a writer: I love the act of writing, I love it more than anything else that I do, and I am happiest when I am in the middle of it. And then, when it's over and done, I'm like, "...Oh. But...But I loved them all, and now I'm done with them, and what am I going to do now?" And do you know what I get to do? I get to share it with you, and then my characters never stop living. That's the best part. You guys are the best readers in the world. Your passion and enthusiasm for words, for dialogue, for characters is so contagious. I love to see everything new through your comments, and you teach me so much about everything, and I am so incredibly grateful for each and every single one of you, more than I think a lot of you might realize. Writers talk about their characters being their kids a lot, and it is kind of, I think, like when you have a kid, and you think your kid is brilliant, and then you send him off to school, and someone says to you, "Hey, you know that kid of yours? He's brilliant!" And you know that's only partly because of you, but it doesn't matter, you're just so chuffed that someone else looked at something you love desperately and loved it just a bit, too. So thank you, to all of you who loved my baby after I sent it off into the world, especially those of you who don't at all care about baseball. It's yours now, really, and I leave it in good hands.
By design, I am wrapping up this fic just as the baseball season is ending. Today, in fact, the Boston Red Sox clinched a playoff berth and will be playing in October. There are lots of players just like John Watson full of emotion tonight over getting to live their childhood dreams, and there's a way in which this fic was for all of them. If you think of John Watson and Sherlock Holmes every time you see a baseball game now, well, enjoy that image, then. :-)
Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Six - Chapter Seven - Chapter Eight - Chapter Nine - Chapter Ten - Chapter Eleven - Chapter Twelve - Chapter Thirteen - Chapter Fourteen - Chapter Fifteen - Chapter Sixteen - Chapter Seventeen - Chapter Eighteen - Chapter Nineteen - Chapter Twenty - Chapter Twenty-One - Chapter Twenty-Two - Chapter Twenty-Three - Chapter Twenty-Four - Chapter Twenty-Five - Chapter Twenty-Six - Chapter Twenty-Seven - Chapter Twenty-Eight - Chapter Twenty-Nine - Chapter Thirty - Chapter Thirty-One - Chapter Thirty-Two - Chapter Thirty-Three - Chapter Thirty-Four - Chapter Thirty-Five
( Chapter Thirty-Six )
Author -
earlgreytea68Rating - Teen
Characters - John, Sherlock
Spoilers - Through "The Reichenbach Fall"
Disclaimer - I don't own them and I don't make money off of them, but I don't like to dwell on that, so let's move on.
Summary - Sherlock Holmes is a pitcher and John Watson is a catcher. No, no, no, it's a baseball AU.
Author's Notes - Many, many thanks to arctacuda, for helping with the writing and for uncomplainingly beta-ing when I whine. Including beta-ing while traveling around the world and having much more interesting things to worry about.
...How is this fic over? I don't understand. It seems like just the other day I was brainstorming what I could do with it, and now all of a sudden it's all done and out there in the world and it all belongs to you now. Which is actually my favorite place for a fic to be, because I love it when I'm writing it but I love most when I get to share it all with you and see it through your eyes and live it all over again, and again, and again. Because here's a little secret I'll let you in on about how I feel about being a writer: I love the act of writing, I love it more than anything else that I do, and I am happiest when I am in the middle of it. And then, when it's over and done, I'm like, "...Oh. But...But I loved them all, and now I'm done with them, and what am I going to do now?" And do you know what I get to do? I get to share it with you, and then my characters never stop living. That's the best part. You guys are the best readers in the world. Your passion and enthusiasm for words, for dialogue, for characters is so contagious. I love to see everything new through your comments, and you teach me so much about everything, and I am so incredibly grateful for each and every single one of you, more than I think a lot of you might realize. Writers talk about their characters being their kids a lot, and it is kind of, I think, like when you have a kid, and you think your kid is brilliant, and then you send him off to school, and someone says to you, "Hey, you know that kid of yours? He's brilliant!" And you know that's only partly because of you, but it doesn't matter, you're just so chuffed that someone else looked at something you love desperately and loved it just a bit, too. So thank you, to all of you who loved my baby after I sent it off into the world, especially those of you who don't at all care about baseball. It's yours now, really, and I leave it in good hands.
By design, I am wrapping up this fic just as the baseball season is ending. Today, in fact, the Boston Red Sox clinched a playoff berth and will be playing in October. There are lots of players just like John Watson full of emotion tonight over getting to live their childhood dreams, and there's a way in which this fic was for all of them. If you think of John Watson and Sherlock Holmes every time you see a baseball game now, well, enjoy that image, then. :-)
Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Six - Chapter Seven - Chapter Eight - Chapter Nine - Chapter Ten - Chapter Eleven - Chapter Twelve - Chapter Thirteen - Chapter Fourteen - Chapter Fifteen - Chapter Sixteen - Chapter Seventeen - Chapter Eighteen - Chapter Nineteen - Chapter Twenty - Chapter Twenty-One - Chapter Twenty-Two - Chapter Twenty-Three - Chapter Twenty-Four - Chapter Twenty-Five - Chapter Twenty-Six - Chapter Twenty-Seven - Chapter Twenty-Eight - Chapter Twenty-Nine - Chapter Thirty - Chapter Thirty-One - Chapter Thirty-Two - Chapter Thirty-Three - Chapter Thirty-Four - Chapter Thirty-Five
( Chapter Thirty-Six )
