Sherlock chickensWhy did the chicken cross the road?Sherlock chickens4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
John: Chickens don't cross roads. In real life, chickens don't cross roads.
Moriarty: That's what chickens DO!
Sally Donovan: It's not paid or anything. It must get off on it.
Lestrade: And exactly how many times DID it cross the road?
Anderson: Now, look. Whatever that chicken is implying-
Sherlock: That's not a chicken, Anderson, it's a thoroughbred domesticated duck. Do your research!
Dear DoctorDear DoctorDear Doctor4 years ago in Short Stories
I didn't get my Hogwarts letter
I didn't compete in the Hunger Games
I wasn't in the battle for Middle Earth
I didn't meet my time traveling Henry
I didn't find Graverobber in the graveyard
Sylar didn't come for my brain
I didn't find a Death Note
I wasn't born in Gotham
My dad didn't go on a hunting trip
I didn't meet a consulting detective
I couldn't join Loki's army
I didn't kill Zombies
I didn't get my ticket to The Devils Carnival
I didn't become a killjoy
Mother War didn't take me to the Black Parade
Freddy wasn't in my nightmares
Hannibal didnt invite me to dinner
Im not Divergent
Dwarfs didnt show up for an unexpected journey
I didn't get trapped in Storybrooke
So I'm asking you to come pick me up in the Tardis
I only want something exciting to happen in my life
Hope to see you soon
Sherlock in the Tardis FanficSherlock in the Tardis Fanfic5 years ago in Fan Fiction
Sherlock in the Tardis
John almost walked straight into it. A blue box. Right there in the middle of the street. No one seemed to find it odd and John didn't even seem to have been aware of it, before he crashed his nose into it. Even now, when he finally saw it, he didn't seem all that interested. He scowled at the box for having stood in his way and then walked over to the edge of the street, planning to get a cab.
Sherlock however had lost all interest in the case Lestrade had brought to their attention. Certainly, a severed foot sounded intriguing enough, but there was something about this blue box that was even more interesting than detached limbs.
Sherlock circled it. A police box, as he'd expected. He recognised the old design, though he wasn't sure where his mind had collected that particular piece of useless data. He blamed John, since meeting him, Sherlock's mind was being force fed useless information every day. He had no desire to know who the contestants of
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 20You called up the stairs when you got back to let them know you were home and then went to your flat to paint, feeling inspired by your little outing enough to try your hand at it again. It was very late afternoon, the sun hanging low in the sky to cast long shadows, when Sherlock flung open the door to your apartment and before he could get more than a step in you were in front of him, “Don’t you knock?”Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 202 years ago in Introductions & Chapters
He raised an eyebrow, “You don’t”
You considered this, “Fair enough. What do you need?”
He opened his mouth to answer but closed it again to take in your appearance before narrowing his eyes, “What’s wrong?”
You looked up at him, confused, “Well aside from you bursting into my flat uninvited and unexplained, nothing.”
“No. Something’s wrong I can tell.”
You crossed your arms, “Nothing is wrong Sherlock. Now would you care to explain-“
“Your mouth is turned ever so slightly
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 32You just wanted to sleep. Was that really too much to ask?Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 322 years ago in Introductions & Chapters
Sitting on the couch with Sherlock pacing if front of you it seemed it was. At least your fever had ebbed slightly and you could think properly, otherwise you probably would have just curled up into a ball and grumbled profanities.
He’d forced you out of John’s chair by prodding you in the side until you couldn’t ignore it anymore and did what he wanted, moving to the couch, as you internally demanded that your body obey you and stay awake. It wasn’t all that hard because, as much as you wanted to sleep, you often went without sleep for days on end when you worked and then when he demanded it of you. It was still beyond annoying.
The man in front of you stopped pacing and you quirked an unamused eyebrow at him, “All right genius. Out with it.”
He had one arm warped around his chest to prop up the elbow of the other that had it’s hand pressed thoughtfully over his chin and lips an