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mad maudlin: A City on the Head of a Pin
It was harder to ignore the second time, when consciousness was there to stay. The doctor explaining his injuries to him was very clever and very patient, and optimistic about a full recovery; he felt rather bad that he couldn't pay attention. "Dr. Watson?" she asked eventually. "Are you all right?"

"Fine," John said, staring at her wings.
fic  tv:sherlock  oneshot  c:SH:watson  c:sh:mrs.hudson  c:SH:holmes  trope:wingfic  style:philosophical  opinion:interesting  genre:drama  genre:gen  author:madmaudlin  for-kayla  opinion:awesome  rating:pg-13  @lj 
august 2011 by scorpionvoices
sherlockbbc_fic: prompting: part iii -- Untitled, by mad_maudlin
Anderson was attempting to reach around Lestrade and shake his finger at Sherlock, or perhaps poke him in the eye. John sighed, and hunted up a pair of latex gloves.

He didn't have much experience with revolvers, of course, but he found it easy enough to load; he swung the barrel back into position, and pressed the buttons that brought up a paper target at the end of the range, as far back as it would go. There was a squeak of shoe leather on tile somewhere behind him, and a yelp, which he ignored. Instead he settled himself into a comfortable stance, the revolver in his left hand, the right hand held above to fan the hammer.

Six quick shots boomed through the firing range, and in the aftermath the only sound was John carefully putting the Peacemaker back into the bag.
fic  tv:sherlock  comment!fic  c:SH:watson  humor  length:short  boysaredorks  theme:competency!!!  genre:gen  author:madmaudlin  challenge:kinkmeme  for-kayla  opinion:awesome 
august 2011 by scorpionvoices
Der Zauberlehrling, by Mad Maudlin
Ronon sat back on his heels. "I want to learn science."

Rodney wondered if some there had been some sort of gate malfunction, and this was Hell. He sat up, set his tools aside, rubbed his face, and said, "Excuse me?"

Ronon shrugged, causing the bandage over his right shoulder to pull oddly. "I haven't been much help lately. Don't have anything else to do. Thought I could chip in."

Rodney considered this rare display of verbosity for a moment. "And this has nothing to do with, say, crushing boredom in the absence of the ability or opportunity to hit things really hard?"

Ronon seemed to think about this for a minute. "Yeah, that too." [2135]
fic  tv:stargateatlantis  oneshot  c:sga:rodney  c:sga:ronon  c:sga:radek  theme:friendship  humor  theme:shenanigans  length:short  genre:gen  rating:g  author:madmaudlin  @wraithbait  episoderelated 
february 2011 by scorpionvoices
wideworldsend: All I Need
He'd forgotten some things; a lot of things, in fact, like how to read and walk and not piss all over himself when he needed to go to the bathroom. But he remembered important things, like his name, and a few things he could recall so well they seemed more real than the pale walls of the hospital.

'You were poisoned,' they told him, speaking up so he could hear.

He didn't remember that.

'You're a hero.'

Nor that.

'You saved Harry.'
fic  b:harrypotter  post-war  c:hp:ron  c:hp:hermione  c:hp:harry  theme:establishedrelationship  theme:sacrifice  theme:friendship  theme:love  theme:scars  theme:PTSD  theme:injury  theme:illness  theme:angst  theme:firstkiss  theme:selfharm  OT3  p:hp:harry/hermione/ron  genre:slash  genre:het  author:madmaudlin  rating:pg-13  @lj 
november 2010 by scorpionvoices

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