The Science of AU! Lock

Author’s Notes: OH YES!! This story is back! In shock at the update?? Not as much as the author here, though I wish it could have been made under happier circumstances than the one enveloping all of us right now. I hope you are all doing well, and I thank you for your patience and the very kind support you’ve given this story. I am so very touched to receive messages after all this time, still inquiring after this fic. THANK YOU SO, SO MUCH! And now on with the flow. No worries if you’ve forgotten all of it as, thank goodness, our good man John himself needs a little introductory course to the main players. Enjoy and do let me know what you think! I look forward to hearing from all of you after such a long hiatus! (shakes head)

Excerpt:

For the first time since their path crossed, John could view Monseigneur with a newfound clarity and detachment that he previously had not been capable of. Ah, the difference when he had set his heart on another. Now that his ardour for him had cooled, John found that he could look fully at Monseigneur and still objectively regard him as beautiful, outrageous and perplexing.

With the thought came relief, as though he’d surfaced from some sort of enchantment. He’d finally broken free of Monseigneur’s hold over him. He could look upon him now with a steady gaze and still find enough to admire about this infuriating man who had come charging into his life and turned it upside down and, while he was on it, had shown him how it felt to be truly alive.

Of course, there was bitterness. Monseigneur had cast him aside the moment he, John, had given him what he wanted: his total capitulation. He’d felt like a fool, yet if it were a mistake on his part, John was having none of it. If the man had thought of him as a mere conquest, and had set out to win his heart only to discard it, then John was blameless. Let Monseigneur be the sole villain in that enterprise.

This is not the face of a surprised friend.

If you weren’t to know it’s Sherlock, and you were to see this particular scene on TV one night, you would be sitting on the edge of your seat, expecting the climax of this random film, as it appears that the protagonist has caught his lover cheating on him red-handed. 

This is the face of a forsaken lover. I have nothing more to add but:

I am currently attempting to have a perfectly normal conversation with you.

No, Holmes, it wasn’t what you think. I saw her – the ghost jellyfish. 

Day 8. Skype sex.

I missed yesterday, soooo….

I’m not a Cumberbatch fan by trade so I didn’t know much about the guy and had never listened to his voice. Then I watched Sherlock and proceeded to gracefully asdfghjkl’ed all over the damn place.

Well played, Mr. Cumberbatch. Well played.