canon: feverish!injured!Holmes, hypnotized by the music in his head

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I am looking for a specific canon!verse fic. I think it was hosted on liquidfic.org, but I'm not sure. I have fuzzy memories of the plot: Holmes is injured (by a knife?) during his three year hiatus (I think). He ends up at his and Mycroft's childhood home on the brink of death from a fever.

The only detail I remember for sure is that one night Holmes disappears. Watson, who is staying with him through his recovery, panics when he can't locate Holmes. He eventually finds Holmes outside, sitting on a bench, hypnotized by the music in his head.

A long time ago an anon who was also looking for this fic posted a comment to a shkinkmeme post. I can't find the original comment and I have never found the fic, but I am sure it's out there!

ETA: Found! http://piplover.livejournal.com/225445.html#cutid1

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[piplover.livejournal.com]

That sounds a little bit like a scene from my story, Soldier's Heart. Holmes and Watson are staying at Holmes' family estate while he recovers from his 3 year ordeal, and one night Holmes wanders off to the garden.

That part of the story is here: http://piplover.livejournal.com/225445.html#cutid1

Hope this helps.

[whatifisaidno.livejournal.com]

Wow, I think this is it! Thank you. Holmes isn't stabbed and doesn't suffer from an infection in your story, does he? I think I had another fic with that plot mixed up with Soldier's Heart in my memory.

ETA: Ah, no. This is definitely it. This is the other part I was remembering: “He did not tell me the details of what transpired, Doctor; you will have to ask him for those yourself. What I can tell you is that he had been shot some days previous to when he turned up on my threshold, the wound infected. Knowing his life was still in danger, and not knowing his plans regarding yourself, I called my personal physician to tend to him. After a week his fever broke, and the doctor assured us he was past the danger point. At that time, I fear I was called away on a matter of grave importance of which I could not avoid. My lovely housekeeper tended to him in my absence, but I fear she was out of practice in dealing with my brother. When I returned two weeks later I found he had departed without a by-your-leave, and Mrs. Everman was beside herself with worry. You see, Doctor, as she put it, he was ‘weak as a newborn bairn and too skinny to match.’ A sentiment I fear she will continue to harbor when we visit.”

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I'm glad you liked it!