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aliyn_ravenAU! No summary so far. It's about music, show business and a new life after a disaster. John+Sherlock. Slowburn.
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14237516/1/Soft-silk-is-hard-to-tear
https://archiveofourown.org/works/47086126
Emil, thanks for the preliminary reading.
[Why are all people so obsessed with sex?] Sherlock thought, lying on a wide bed at the love hotel. The prostitute that he picked up in the lobby of the hotel stroked his stomach.
"Will we see each other?" She asked. "I will not take the money from you. Not now and not in the future. You are cute. I really had a pleasure with you."
Sherlock removed her hand, got up, and started dressing.
"Did I do something wrong?" The girl asked excitedly. "If you want something special, I'm doing everything."
"There are still tips here." Sherlock put the money on the pillow. "You know your business well, and your cat needs a veterinarian until he infects the second cat."
"What?" the girl was amazed.
"There is more wool on your stockings from a red cat than from a white one."
Sherlock left the room. The prostitute didn't lie; her orgasm was unfeigned. But what is so special about sex? Mediocre pleasure, dull preliminary gestures. And if you imagine that after that you still need to communicate... Oh Dear God, no. Love relationships are even more boring than procedural sex for health.
But.
Sherlock hastened to hide from the unresolved problem in a taxi. Did the experiment show that nothing had changed? Yes. So there is nothing to talk about. Sherlock still doesn't like contact with other people's bodies and still does not see the difference between a man and a woman. They are all equally burdensome. And the pleasure of both options is greatly overrated. And all the thoughts and desires associated with John are just accidental side effects. John is right when he says that Sherlock sees him as a replacement for his temporarily lost voice. But Mike Stamford assures that the treatment is going well, and Sherlock will soon be able to sing himself no worse than before. John will become unnecessary.
...The first thing Sherlock saw when he returned home was Molly Hooper and John Watson, who were sitting at the table in the living room very close to each other. Sherlock didn't know his rage could be so strong. However, even stronger was the fear that other people might see his feelings.
Sherlock froze in the doorway, listening to what Molly and John were talking about. They could have nothing in common!
Molly moved her finger over the touchpad and explained to John how to fill out the search utility.
"It needs to be clarified," said John. "Emergency workers" aren't only doctors, nurses, and assistants of nurses. There are still electricians, systems administrators, and accountants. Medicine in the United Kingdom is formally free, but in fact people pay taxes for it, and the hospital should report expenses in front of three departments. Therefore, the ambulance clinic has many employees who understand nothing about medicine but regularly occur near the coffee machine for staff and in the dining room. And doctors and nurses often discuss the salvation of the next laureate of the Darwin Awards, who was poisoned by household chemicals because he didn't read the safety rules on the packaging. And this we have not yet considered agents of pharmaceutical companies, representatives of providers of provisions, plumbers, and other coming persons. But about them later. First, we will find those relatives and acquaintances "Still Waters", who were on ambulance staff."
"Isn't it all too difficult?" Molly asked doubtfully.
"Sherlock said any poisoner is a strategist. This means that the killer was collecting all sorts of useful information long before he decided to kill Tim Rogers."
"Or he asked a medical professional he knew when he planned the murder," Molly said. "It's more likely. Or even this wasn't a medical professional, but that acquaintance who heard a lot about deaths from an accident."
"Bobby's talk about falling down stairs and wiring accidents," John replied. "Because this was a tip from an ambulance worker. Not everyone understands toxicology among medical professionals in ordinary life. This is a rather rare specialisation for civilian medicine."
Oh, so interesting! Sherlock starts to listen carefully. Turns out, among the participants of "Still Waters" no one was a student of the Department of Chemistry or Medical at the University.
But John unexpectedly showed more intelligence than Sherlock had expected. And it was intriguing.
However, John doesn't need to snuggle up to Molly like that to look for the killer! And Sherlock went from the stairs to the kitchen, slammed the door loudly, and started noisily looking for everything that was needed to make tea. Molly immediately rushed to save the kitchen. And John left. And returned half an hour later in a suit.
[Mycroft, I'll kill you!] Sherlock decided. John doesn't like costumes. But he respects tradition and will never go to the theatre in jeans and a sweater, even for an afternoon show.
John left the flat, and Sherlock texted Irene Adler.
Come to London immediately.
Sherlock hated this annoying, boring dummy, but Mycroft had been in love with her in the recent past. Well... Yes. "Love" is not the right word to apply to Mycroft. But at the sight of her, he almost choked with saliva. And he paid too much attention to the magazines, where there were naked photos of Ms. Adler. Although Irene herself strove in every possible way to start an affair with Sherlock, she will not refuse the career benefits that a connection with Mycroft brings. And that's why Irene will not let Mycroft be near John much better than Sherlock can. For the sake of such a service, Sherlock can compromise his principles and give her a second song.
"One Song Star" Irene Adler wasn't exactly a bad singer: she received a scholarship to study at the New Hampshire Art College in operatic vocals and then got a job at Teatr Wielki in Warsaw. But she never appeared on stage because she was on the farthest "substitute bench". The theatre is very good, but Irene Adler is a so-so actress. It is a voice without a soul. And she went into pop vocals. And when it turned out that it needed fire and passion even more than in opera, Irene made a career through the underpants of art managers and producers of both sexes. She was a guest on many talk shows, often starring nude. All publications were in prestigious magazines, and nudity was not pornographic but like art. However, this didn't change the fact that, apart from meat, Irene has nothing. Sherlock never even called her by her first name: "This woman" — that's all.
Mycroft introduced them. He wanted Sherlock to give her a song, or better yet, sing a duet with her. Sherlock had to give her the song to get Mycroft to keep this woman away from him. Especially since the news about her reached the Mummy; and Mrs. Holmes started talking about good girls from worthy families, with whom her sons must meet. Irene's departure to the US to shoot a video for Sherlock's song calmed Mummy's zeal. But Sherlock would not sing a duet with Irene even under threat of execution.
But now, for the first time, this woman can become useful. Sherlock knew that one day this would happen, and therefore he didn't delete her contacts from his phone and allowed her to sometimes send messages.
***
Anderson nearly exploded with rage. John Watson refused to sing a duet with him! This non-entity, released from oblivion by a psychopath, should have been happy that the studio gave him a contract and a real start with a famous singer.
John Watson said he was not interested in a stage career. But he's recording a second song for Sherlock Holmes.
The dissembler!
Sally Donovan, contrary to her rule "Have sex only with married men because they keep silent", flirts with Watson, forgetting about the existence of Anderson and her connection with him. And, judging by the fact that she baked the pie herself, Sally wants to get Watson not only for sex.
And this was the best proof that Sherlock Holmes won unfairly. John Watson is a fake. This nondescript little man couldn't sing himself. He is a screen for a voice that is assembled for a phonogram. Moreover, everything was done with prohibited psychotropic technologies. A living person can't have such charm! Especially if the person is so unattractive. When all of Anderson's work went unnoticed because of Sherlock Holmes, there were no questions. Sherlock Holmes is a psychopath, and Anderson hated him. However, Sherlock's beauty, charisma, and magical voice are undeniable. But John Watson...
No.
Philip Anderson can't lose to such a nonentity!
However, there is a cure for parasites. Claques. This service was forgotten in the middle of the last century when live sound broadcasts from theatres to cinemas appeared. Actors stopped buying applause for themselves and whistles for competitors, and newspaper critics became the most popular commodity. But the twenty-first century and cheap internet in every flat and even in every pocket brought claqueurs back to the market. A large part of popular bloggers willingly did the work of claqueurs or specialised only in it.
Peanut Galleries. Hooligans from the cheapest seats in the theatre shouted salacious comments about what was happening on stage and pelted the actors with peanuts — not for free, of course. Now this activity has changed its face. Bloggers insulted celebrities on the streets and provoked them into fights so that bloggers could get scandalous photos that would attract more advertisers to their blogs.
Art colleges or producers and managers teach artists how to survive and behave in such conditions before they are released as debutants on stage, on television, and on the screens of the cinema. But John Watson is not ready for this. It will break him instantly. And pull Sherlock down with him.
Anderson didn't need to contact the claqueurs and peanut gallerists on his own. The firms that hired them operated from behind the scenes at charities and animal shelters. If the true activities of such an institution became known, the artists had an alibi: they wanted to do good deeds and were deceived, not buy a dirty victory in the competitive fight.
And Anderson called the director of the shelter to set up a meeting.
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14237516/1/Soft-silk-is-hard-to-tear
https://archiveofourown.org/works/47086126
Emil, thanks for the preliminary reading.
[Why are all people so obsessed with sex?] Sherlock thought, lying on a wide bed at the love hotel. The prostitute that he picked up in the lobby of the hotel stroked his stomach.
"Will we see each other?" She asked. "I will not take the money from you. Not now and not in the future. You are cute. I really had a pleasure with you."
Sherlock removed her hand, got up, and started dressing.
"Did I do something wrong?" The girl asked excitedly. "If you want something special, I'm doing everything."
"There are still tips here." Sherlock put the money on the pillow. "You know your business well, and your cat needs a veterinarian until he infects the second cat."
"What?" the girl was amazed.
"There is more wool on your stockings from a red cat than from a white one."
Sherlock left the room. The prostitute didn't lie; her orgasm was unfeigned. But what is so special about sex? Mediocre pleasure, dull preliminary gestures. And if you imagine that after that you still need to communicate... Oh Dear God, no. Love relationships are even more boring than procedural sex for health.
But.
Sherlock hastened to hide from the unresolved problem in a taxi. Did the experiment show that nothing had changed? Yes. So there is nothing to talk about. Sherlock still doesn't like contact with other people's bodies and still does not see the difference between a man and a woman. They are all equally burdensome. And the pleasure of both options is greatly overrated. And all the thoughts and desires associated with John are just accidental side effects. John is right when he says that Sherlock sees him as a replacement for his temporarily lost voice. But Mike Stamford assures that the treatment is going well, and Sherlock will soon be able to sing himself no worse than before. John will become unnecessary.
...The first thing Sherlock saw when he returned home was Molly Hooper and John Watson, who were sitting at the table in the living room very close to each other. Sherlock didn't know his rage could be so strong. However, even stronger was the fear that other people might see his feelings.
Sherlock froze in the doorway, listening to what Molly and John were talking about. They could have nothing in common!
Molly moved her finger over the touchpad and explained to John how to fill out the search utility.
"It needs to be clarified," said John. "Emergency workers" aren't only doctors, nurses, and assistants of nurses. There are still electricians, systems administrators, and accountants. Medicine in the United Kingdom is formally free, but in fact people pay taxes for it, and the hospital should report expenses in front of three departments. Therefore, the ambulance clinic has many employees who understand nothing about medicine but regularly occur near the coffee machine for staff and in the dining room. And doctors and nurses often discuss the salvation of the next laureate of the Darwin Awards, who was poisoned by household chemicals because he didn't read the safety rules on the packaging. And this we have not yet considered agents of pharmaceutical companies, representatives of providers of provisions, plumbers, and other coming persons. But about them later. First, we will find those relatives and acquaintances "Still Waters", who were on ambulance staff."
"Isn't it all too difficult?" Molly asked doubtfully.
"Sherlock said any poisoner is a strategist. This means that the killer was collecting all sorts of useful information long before he decided to kill Tim Rogers."
"Or he asked a medical professional he knew when he planned the murder," Molly said. "It's more likely. Or even this wasn't a medical professional, but that acquaintance who heard a lot about deaths from an accident."
"Bobby's talk about falling down stairs and wiring accidents," John replied. "Because this was a tip from an ambulance worker. Not everyone understands toxicology among medical professionals in ordinary life. This is a rather rare specialisation for civilian medicine."
Oh, so interesting! Sherlock starts to listen carefully. Turns out, among the participants of "Still Waters" no one was a student of the Department of Chemistry or Medical at the University.
But John unexpectedly showed more intelligence than Sherlock had expected. And it was intriguing.
However, John doesn't need to snuggle up to Molly like that to look for the killer! And Sherlock went from the stairs to the kitchen, slammed the door loudly, and started noisily looking for everything that was needed to make tea. Molly immediately rushed to save the kitchen. And John left. And returned half an hour later in a suit.
[Mycroft, I'll kill you!] Sherlock decided. John doesn't like costumes. But he respects tradition and will never go to the theatre in jeans and a sweater, even for an afternoon show.
John left the flat, and Sherlock texted Irene Adler.
Come to London immediately.
Sherlock hated this annoying, boring dummy, but Mycroft had been in love with her in the recent past. Well... Yes. "Love" is not the right word to apply to Mycroft. But at the sight of her, he almost choked with saliva. And he paid too much attention to the magazines, where there were naked photos of Ms. Adler. Although Irene herself strove in every possible way to start an affair with Sherlock, she will not refuse the career benefits that a connection with Mycroft brings. And that's why Irene will not let Mycroft be near John much better than Sherlock can. For the sake of such a service, Sherlock can compromise his principles and give her a second song.
"One Song Star" Irene Adler wasn't exactly a bad singer: she received a scholarship to study at the New Hampshire Art College in operatic vocals and then got a job at Teatr Wielki in Warsaw. But she never appeared on stage because she was on the farthest "substitute bench". The theatre is very good, but Irene Adler is a so-so actress. It is a voice without a soul. And she went into pop vocals. And when it turned out that it needed fire and passion even more than in opera, Irene made a career through the underpants of art managers and producers of both sexes. She was a guest on many talk shows, often starring nude. All publications were in prestigious magazines, and nudity was not pornographic but like art. However, this didn't change the fact that, apart from meat, Irene has nothing. Sherlock never even called her by her first name: "This woman" — that's all.
Mycroft introduced them. He wanted Sherlock to give her a song, or better yet, sing a duet with her. Sherlock had to give her the song to get Mycroft to keep this woman away from him. Especially since the news about her reached the Mummy; and Mrs. Holmes started talking about good girls from worthy families, with whom her sons must meet. Irene's departure to the US to shoot a video for Sherlock's song calmed Mummy's zeal. But Sherlock would not sing a duet with Irene even under threat of execution.
But now, for the first time, this woman can become useful. Sherlock knew that one day this would happen, and therefore he didn't delete her contacts from his phone and allowed her to sometimes send messages.
***
Anderson nearly exploded with rage. John Watson refused to sing a duet with him! This non-entity, released from oblivion by a psychopath, should have been happy that the studio gave him a contract and a real start with a famous singer.
John Watson said he was not interested in a stage career. But he's recording a second song for Sherlock Holmes.
The dissembler!
Sally Donovan, contrary to her rule "Have sex only with married men because they keep silent", flirts with Watson, forgetting about the existence of Anderson and her connection with him. And, judging by the fact that she baked the pie herself, Sally wants to get Watson not only for sex.
And this was the best proof that Sherlock Holmes won unfairly. John Watson is a fake. This nondescript little man couldn't sing himself. He is a screen for a voice that is assembled for a phonogram. Moreover, everything was done with prohibited psychotropic technologies. A living person can't have such charm! Especially if the person is so unattractive. When all of Anderson's work went unnoticed because of Sherlock Holmes, there were no questions. Sherlock Holmes is a psychopath, and Anderson hated him. However, Sherlock's beauty, charisma, and magical voice are undeniable. But John Watson...
No.
Philip Anderson can't lose to such a nonentity!
However, there is a cure for parasites. Claques. This service was forgotten in the middle of the last century when live sound broadcasts from theatres to cinemas appeared. Actors stopped buying applause for themselves and whistles for competitors, and newspaper critics became the most popular commodity. But the twenty-first century and cheap internet in every flat and even in every pocket brought claqueurs back to the market. A large part of popular bloggers willingly did the work of claqueurs or specialised only in it.
Peanut Galleries. Hooligans from the cheapest seats in the theatre shouted salacious comments about what was happening on stage and pelted the actors with peanuts — not for free, of course. Now this activity has changed its face. Bloggers insulted celebrities on the streets and provoked them into fights so that bloggers could get scandalous photos that would attract more advertisers to their blogs.
Art colleges or producers and managers teach artists how to survive and behave in such conditions before they are released as debutants on stage, on television, and on the screens of the cinema. But John Watson is not ready for this. It will break him instantly. And pull Sherlock down with him.
Anderson didn't need to contact the claqueurs and peanut gallerists on his own. The firms that hired them operated from behind the scenes at charities and animal shelters. If the true activities of such an institution became known, the artists had an alibi: they wanted to do good deeds and were deceived, not buy a dirty victory in the competitive fight.
And Anderson called the director of the shelter to set up a meeting.
