Remember a few weeks ago when we were all doing those drabble challenges? And mizjoely gave me this prompt: “You can’t eat solids, only liquids until Thursday” for Warstan.
I sat down to think about it. Either she could be saying it to him, or he could be saying it to her. Mary saying it to John actually made an okay short humorous drabble about recovering from sedation after a minor dental procedure.
John saying it to Mary, by comparison, was obviously him talking to her while she’s in the intensive care unit after being shot at the climax of “The Six Thatchers.” And then the only rational thing for me to do was to rewrite the remaining two thirds of series 4 showing how it would go with that one change.
Seriously, ppl. This fic needs to be a minimum of seventeen chapters long, which for me is insanely ambitious. It contains almost no stupid jokes (which is not to say there are zero stupid jokes. This is me we’re talking about here.) I freaking had to cut out the original prompt because it was too lighthearted. This is how my brain works and apparently there’s nothing I can do about it. A prologue and chapter one are available on the archive of our own and fanfiction.net. Primary Warstan, secondary Sherlolly, AU, M-rated. Mary lives.