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Title: Mycroft Holmes and the case of the missing Detective Inspector
Author: chef_hector
Pairing: Mycroft/Lestrade, John/Sherlock
Length: 3573 words
Rating: PG - 13
Warnings: Mentions of violence and torture. M/M Relationships
Verse: Sherlock BBC
Author's summary: Lestrade is kidnapped and Mycroft has to get him back.
Reccer's comments: I confess my bias. I betaed this. I was with it from inception to posting. But I still think it’s a good fic. It’s smartly written, with smooth shifts of voice (every chapter is told from the point of view of a different character), spot on characterization and a light and credible plot. And at moments, especially in the Sherlock/John relationship, very funny.

Important things first: I have a new Tim Drake/Conner Kent story to rec: Cole to home by Iesika:

http://iesika.livejournal.com/77886.html?nc=64

It takes the new Tim and Kon and tells us how these two are grown. Tim is darker, Kon is more mature. Their common enemy is bigotry and homophobia and they defeat it by being Tim and Kon.

One day I'll probably understand why I love this pairing so much. I don't even read DC comics.

On other news I still got a cold. Slightly better, carefully medicated, but still there.

Today work was happily busy. I did my personal best  420 tickets in 6 hours. I like to be busy even if I am very happy to be home tomorrow. So I can rest, recuperate and do some shopping. I am down to my last packet of noodles.

I was sick all of Wednesday and Thursday and barely recovered on Friday. On wednesday just after writing my last post, my back started to cramp. I had to resort to muscle relaxants to be able to work. On Thursday morning managed to run my errands, then I ate some seafood, started having a blinding headache and pucked everything. An early bed helped me. Friday i felt frigile, and even while I am writing this I am starting to feel all aches and pains.

I think a lot of it was psychosomatic. It was hard writing that I love me and I hate my illness, reminding myself that I am worth something, that the battle is already taking place every day. The battle for my body and mind.

So my body decided that a little reenactment was overdue. I spent the first two years back in Italy prisoner of back pain and headaches. A fortune spent in chiropractice and a diet made me better. But I have been putting on weight, I am completely out of shape and I am fighting for the control of my mind. Because that's the point isn't it?
 
To carry on with my personal witness protection program involving mornings spent watching Hell's Kitchen (I am gonna stop watching it because I am absolutely convinced that Raj and Sabrina are two actors planted to stir trouble), Project Runaway, Top Chef just desserts,Supernatural (I didn't really like the season opener, let's hope it gets better), House ( House and Cuddy are so cute. And the Hilson moment was perfect) NCIS and Grey's Anatomy (I am so Meredith. She's the TV character with whom I identify more) and afternoons spent reading or working.

Or

To try everyday to live. To clean the house, to see friends, to go and buy myself some new clothes, to beta. Maybe to start that copy editing course I was thinking about. To go for walks and rides enjoying the early days of autumn. To cook something, not even necessarily healthier, but homemade food is anyway better than noodles..To stop looking for overtime so it keeps me busy.

To stop living in fear, looking for the first sign of pain, depression, mania. To stop living in a limbo of my own making, first and last line of defence against madness. If madness has to come, madness will come, hiding or not hiding. The only thing I can do is to try to stay fit and take my meds. The rest... it may be the strangest and smallest thing that can bring a worsening of my condition: menopause, a disruption on my period, stress, loss, everything.

Now I have a choice. Live in fear of something that if it happens it will happen outside of my control or live.

Today I choose to write, to bring my struggle to the open like a wound. Today I choose to live.

All my carefully collected icons did disappear in the great D drive debacle, so I took the chance to find some brand new shinies for my new home.

Most of the icons come from: http://community.livejournal.com/khushi_icons/ . You must join to see the icons, but it's worth it. They are beautiful. The other icons are 2 from Grey's Anatomy (I am in love with this show) and two of Matt Bomer (the man is gorgeous)

On other news, I got knackered at work this weekend. We had a lot of business. I got home very tired yesterda, but it was worth it. A lot of business means better job security.

This week I work my standar 24 hours, this means 3 days off, but I got myself a few things to do, like old friends to catch up with. And cleaning the house obviously. Today I finally cleaned the kitchen and the bedroom and even started thinking of settling my plants for winter. Autumn is coming early this year. Let's hope we are not going to have another year of snow and ice like the last one. I have an half an hour drive to go to work this year.

I am a bit depressing aren't I? Looking for good weather and job security while I have a full afternoon to pretty up my journal and read some good bdsm. Probably it's a bit of PMS and my usual reaction to autumn. I love it and at the same time it affects my illness in unpleasant ways.

What am I reading?
 
The Sex corps series by epeeblade. http://archiveofourown.org/series/710 Great series and a pairing that even if it's rare always inspire me:Jeffrey Dean Morgan/Jensen Ackles.

The other Master opus to read for this pairing is A Kept Boy by Poisontaster : http://poisontaster.livejournal.com/417962.html#cutid1

Go. Read

Not too bad a day at work. Yesterday had been worse. I still get irritated by the smallest thing, but I am trying to slowly work on my anger. I know it's very old and I know it's very useless. Rather unproductive, but it has been with me for so long that I don't know how to be without it.

Anyway, it wasn't a busy day but we had some queues and that's good.I had a look at my shifts next week and apparently they have decided that my not being available Monday and Thursday morning means that they have to give me afternoon shifts. What it means is that Monday and Thursday evenings I'll be so tired that my anger will be curling low in my belly and that my hands will probably shake. At least I am off both Tuesday and Friday, so i can recover. I have Saturday free, I'll see if my dad wants to do something together.

Stopped for food on the way home, ate Profitterols while watching White Collar (I am still on the fence on that one. Neil Cafferty is an interesting character and the relationship between the male leads is captivating in a snot slashy way, but it can easily become just another cop show). Now I am eating eggs while reading House/Wilson/Chase threesome fics:

Try this: http://alex51324.livejournal.com/?tag=threesome it's good.

Shoving the insistent panic from the front of his thoughts, he forces his cramping body to go faster. He's a free man, he's outside and the gray sky is above him. He has a job and a car and a mortgage. He takes care of people. He is in control. He's better; he has to be better.

Then why are you swallowing lithium every night?

This is a quote from nilchancebeautiful fic The Middle road (  you can find it at her journal or at http://community.livejournal.com/whatwekeep/ the Community created for poisontasterA Kept Boy AU, that I strongly reccomend to all those into high quality slavery fics, RPS and great fics in general)

I recognise myself a lot in this paragraph. Bipolar disorder can be medicated, and life can be relatively normal for us, but there's always the edge, the knowing that anything at any moment can knock you off balance. And the temptation of hypomania, where you feel like you own the world and for a while you actually do, before everything comes crashing down.

I have got a cold. Not a full blown cold, just a tickle in my troat that hurts a bit when I swallow, the beginning of a stuffed nose and an head full of cotton candy. And a full blown whine.

Today I gotta go to work. Just a 4 hours shift, and probably it's going to do me some good. I had quite the intense session with my therapist on Thursday, and while I left feeling pretty good, yesterday I felt a bit... precarious. Change is coming and I never liked it. So going to work will give me something else to think about, the strenght to do instead of just survive.

On other news: who else has been watching White collar?

Shamelss by Helen:

http://helensfic.net/bill/shameless-novel.html

Amazing, amazing story. I love BDSM lifestyle stories, but most of them tend to get lost in the intricacies of training. This one manages to keep a balance between the hot hot sex and the development of characters. It hits all my kinks (and some I didn't know I had).

The pairing? Chrstian Bale/Sean Bean/Bill Fichtner, with a special place in my heart for Viggo Mortensen, but it doesn't matter if you don't know them. The story reads as an original AU where people can sell themselves into sexual slavery. Kink and moral dilemmas ensue.

It's difficult to explain... just go and read it. You'll like it

I am thinking of doing NaBloPoMo (Nationa Blog Posting Month) this year too. I really enjoyed it last time.

I am planning my birthday's Amazon shipment. Any suggestions?

I am on a Tim/Kon kick. As in Tim Drake (Robin) and Kon El/Conner Kent Luthor (Superboy). I don't read comics anymore (too expensive) and I have never read Batman comics (too dark), but I really like this pairing, I recognise a lot of myself in Kon, the sudden child trying to fit and Tim, the control freak in constant struggle with darkness.

Anyway, I found two amazing fics. The first is a Smallville crossover (the best Kon fics are all Smallville crossovers, because they allow Lex Luthor to be a good father) and an AU:

http://danny.talkoncorners.net/dcu/scions.html

The second is a Tim fic, crossover with House:

http://community.livejournal.com/epic_recs/108979.html?nc=6
Oh and I know I am late, but the new Star Trek film kicks ass.