The fic that now consumes my life is getting close to the end (that noise you hear is peg22
breathing a sigh of relief behind me). This would all be a lot easier if Moftiss had written a last episode that made sense. Probably one more chapter after this one...
Title: Everybody Knows
Status of work: (wip: ch 7 out of ?)
Characters and/or pairings: Sherlock/John, Mary Morstan, Greg Lestrade, Sally Donovan, Mrs. Hudson, OFC (Kate Bryant), Mycroft Holmes
Length: 21,164 words so far
Author's note: Main title and chapter titles from Leonard Cohen's Everybody Knows
Summary: As if John and Sherlock don't have enough problems already (that whole Sherlock getting shot by Mary thing), now there's a cold case detective from Canada snooping around asking questions about James Moriarty.
Kate stared at both of them. What the hell had happened here since she left? They almost looked . . . happy. They had no reason to be happy. Nothing had changed. Unless . . .
“Oh, for crying out loud,” she said. “You two kissed and made up, didn’t you?”
Sherlock blinked. Blinked again. Cleared his throat. “John and I have reached an understanding. Kissed and made up is a gross over-simplification of a complex series of –”
From Chapter One
From Chapter Seven