Thursday, February 13, 2014
So 2 days ago while scrolling Tumblr I came across a post with a link to some Sherlock fanfic. I wasn’t expecting much. As few paragraphs, maybe a few chapters, slightly smutty if possible.
I found this story: 'Neither an Officer Nor a Gentleman' by Francesca Wayland. Its online at An Archive of Our Own. Ah right on! Sounds just smutty enough to be interesting, right? Ok it was, I wont lie. It tells the story of what happened between Sherlock and Irene Aldler, after he saves her from execution in the episode, 'A Scandal in Belgravia'. (Season2, Episode2) But there was a STORY too! And after the initial hook up (which was all I expected to get) there was plot and conflict, which led in time to, you guessed it, more hook up! And well written. Not pornographic. Tasteful. I used to like those Romance novels like, a million years ago, like when I was in Middle School. Iv barely read any as an adult. Just, ‘Meh.’
Then, after the afore mentioned conflict, it really then changed to a real LOVE story. A heartbreaking tragic they-cant-be-together love story. I read this dang story for about 24 hours straight every waking moment I had when I wasn’t supposed to be working or sleeping. It was 23 Chapters long. I was hooked! I could tell it was going to be heartbreaking in the end, but the extent to which I reacted emotionally blew me away. I literally sobbed for 10 minutes straight when I was done! Fortunately I was the only one home and could weep to my hearts content. I had not been that affected by something I read in a long LONG time. It was so beautiful and sad and full of longing.
I was so worked up by emotion, that though I had planned to go for my c25k run, I hauled my mountain bike out of the shed (where it has sat for the last year) aired up the tires and took my bike out on the canal in the moonlight. And I rode for 4 miles down the canal as far as I could and as fast and recklessly as I could. Just to burn off all the emotional steam I had. The moon was out, it was clear and not even cold, just a perfect night. It was so freeing and liberating. I used to ride my bike all the time when I was single, and it was always something that I enjoyed for itself. I would reflect and think and gain insights and have epiphanies. This time was no different. I realized that what I was liberating myself from was complacency.
I wanted to ‘go go go down this track, go go go and never look back’. It was an escape, but definitely a healthy escape. I felt like I just wanted to keep going. I didn’t want to go back. But eventually I decided I better turn around or I would be too tired to make it back home. Besides my tires were FLAT when I took it out of the shed and I realized I should be slightly concerned that I would lose air. And I didn’t have my phone. I had read this story on my iphone and I was just so deeply AFFECTED, that I didn’t want to bring it with, which is odd and I cant really explain because now that seems so illogical.
So that’s my story people! This was inspired by 123Bites, in her blog “what brings you happiness?” And I said, ‘riding my bike’. So I did. And Im glad. Love you guys!