Sherlock lifts a cocky, ascerbic eyebrow. “Do you have a prescription for an overabundance of intelligence, kestra’chern? A rock to the head, perhaps?”
I posted the Tumblr ficlet I wrote for persian-slipper, who asked for ‘John/Sherlock, Valdemar.’ Bonus: Sherlock has a talking owl!
BBC Sherlock fic: Healer’s Gift