Given Summary - When Sally and Greg prevent sherlock from committing suicide when he thinks John has been killed, Sherlock and Sally reconsider each other.

Rating - General

Relationship(s) - Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Sally Donovan & Greg Lestrade 

Tags - Angst, Autistic!Sherlock, BAMF!John, Greg and Sherlock are friends, Post Reichenback, Sally and Sherlock friendship

Chapters - 1

Word Count - 5,843

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Fandom: Sherlock Author: mightypog Pairing: Sherlock/John Rating: PG-13 Warnings: gave me the feels

Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/647718

-Oh, my lovelies, if you read one fic today, make it this one. Post-Reichenbach, everything looks good on the surface, but Sherlock is struggling to reconnect to a John who's distanced himself from the world. To try and find him again, Sherlock takes them both to the wilderness of the Pacific Northwest. The sense of scenery and mood is so incredibly present here (although being from the PNW I'm completely biased). Pulling them out of London and into some place as earthy and visceral as this really highlights the way that they're both struggling to create something new after Sherlock's absence. 

Sherlock turns his attention to the screen. It's inane, nothing. It's a travel show. A camera pans over a rim of white mountains. They have the ragged sharpness of the teeth of sharks. A museum-curator voice is delivering a hushed monologue on British Columbia. Sherlock has always dreaded the idea of Canada. So undeveloped. So vast and natural and irrelevant. Unsorted. Sherlock has no use for it, no use for places like that.

I daresay I'm prejudiced having watched Mightypog fire and refine and hammer this story into a perfect shining medal, but dig this opening:

"Every flower in London is blooming, and everyone with either dog or bicycle has taken to the parks and streets, and the great lid of winter has lifted and allowed the city to breathe to the sky, to exhale its poisons and rinse itself fresh.

"The sun does not penetrate Baker Street."

She works the theme of John's connection to nature and the motif of the natural world into every paragraph, every sentence; this is writing as weaving, and it's straight-up lovely.