If you're reading this, THANK-YOU.
It's always a gamble, writing a fic like this, and the fact that it was so well received is both incredibly humbling and immensely gratifying.
This one was inspired by a fic I was reading many, many years ago, that seems to have disappeared from the net these days. I don't remember the title nor the author, but it was set in the Angel fandom, and it revolved around the trials of Spike having to take care of Angel, who had somehow regressed back to a child-like innocence. Every chapter had a different flower as it's theme, and reading it was both heartbreaking and wonderful and all I could think was, "My god, this is beautiful."
And though I don't know who wrote it or what it's called anymore or even where I could find it now (it was on but no longer seems to be there), I still remember the thoughts and feelings that I had whilst reading it.
So one night, I was struck by the thought of, "What if... Sherlock jumped, and miscalculated? What if he did hit his head? What if the doctors bringing him into the hospital realized that he wasn't dead and rushed him into the emergency care, surgery, etc?"
My sister-in-law had to have emergency brain surgery, just before Christmas 2011. It was scary, it was terrifying, and she had to go through a lot of physical therapy to regain fine-motor-skills again, and even simple things like walking. Because when your brain is hurt, it does not screw around.
And let's face it - Sherlock Holmes, who's brain and eyes work at speeds most of us cannot comprehend at first - well, a brain injury would be rather bad, wouldn't it?
So I thought, make him child-like, like in that Angel story. And I feel badly for it because I love these characters and I want nothing but bunnies, and kittens holding lightsabers, and rainbows for them, but I feel proud of this story, because it's not the usual Post-reichenbach fare (which, I do really enjoy, so, not casting stones or anything).
My husband read the fist chapter and his comment was, "Wow, the elephant shampoo - mean. Ouch." And then he commented on how being a mom has given me interesting fic ideas.
So, without further ado, here are some completely uninteresting facts about things in this story that I feel compelled to tell you all. :D
1. The movie thing where Sherlock was upset about it ending while he was still awake? My 5-year-old did that a lot. I'd put a movie on for her, and she'd get up and change it out when it ended, and then she'd get in trouble because I'd see it when I went in to check on her.
2. The shampoo Sherlock gets (with the elephant) is the Suave Kids 3-in-1 that smells like apples, and it's one of my daughter's favorites.
3. Though I didn't name it, the movie I imagined Sherlock and John falling asleep to is Disney's Robin Hood - it was always one of my favorite movies as a kid.
4. I imagine that Sherlock can remember things like The Story of Sir Boast-A-Lot because of it's proximity to his jump from the roof, and the fact that when you look back at it, it's a cutesy little story that was only menacing because it was Moriarty telling it. So when Sherlock recounts it to John, John gives it an ending, making sure that it's happy because these days they need more happy.
5. The stuffed blue rabbit is not based on any stuffed animals in my or my daughter's collections. I feel compelled to change that and go find a big blue rabbit to sleep with at night, now...
6. The number and name of the therapist's office are real - I Googled therapists' offices, and Harley Therapies London is only 5 minutes from Baker Street.
7. I went ahead and took the liberty of making Mary a psychiatrist. I don't hate "The Morstan" - in fact, while I adore the whole John/Sherlock ship, I still appreciate other pairings when done well, and I don't see Mary as this horrible woman who must obviously die. So I decided to include her here.
8. I've fallen asleep sitting up on the couch with a kid sprawled over my legs/torso before. It's ridiculously uncomfortable. I cannot even begin to fathom how it would feel with a full grown adult male instead.
9. I cried when John and Sherlock were mugged. And trust me, there's nothing quite like trying to write whilst sobbing about how much you just want the boys to be OK.
Alright, 9 completely random and useless facts! Woo!
Also, I'd like to apologize for the length of time in which this didn't update. Life just loves doing that to me, it seems, and the ones who take the brunt of that are you lovely readers. So please, know that I was not trying to upset or frustrate anyone. Life just decided to throw a couple curveballs my way. Nothing serious, I promise. Just enough that I basically sat there going, "Well... crap."
Again, I thank you. You've been fantastic people to share this with, and to be honest, I rather love all of you. And because you're all so wonderful, I wrote you three, "bonus," chapters - future moments in their lives that didn't fit in this story, but really didn't strike me as needing their own separate stories. I hope you liked them! They were fun tid-bits.
And, who knows, in the future I may revisit this world, see how everyone's coping. It could be a lot of fun to see Hamish and Sherlock driving John up a wall. ;)
Until the next time I see you, my darlings, DFTBA, and always look on the sunny side of things. Because believe me, there's always a sunny side. Even if the clouds are too dark and dense to see it just now.