For more than three decades, John Watson and the written word had been the best and closest of friends. Even when he hadn't been writing himself, he had immersed himself in works by other people—anyone from Marcus Aurelius, to Dickens, to Jasper Fforde. And then, he'd been shot. How a bullet through his shoulder had left him bereft of words, he didn't know. (4 chapters)
Rated: K+ - English - Chapters: 4 - Words: 10,624 - Reviews: 74 - Favs: 135 - Follows: 49 - Updated: 8/18/2013 - Published: 8/10/2013 - Sherlock H., John W. - Complete