SH: The Boy and His SkullSH: The Boy and His Skull5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"I don't understand these grades at all, isn't he settling in?"
Sherlock was up in his room and he could hear his father's voice downstairs the slightly pleading note in it that the man always got when he was trying desperately to understand something that confused him which, in this intellectually acute household, was often.
"I mean, I understand that the move to secondary school has been hard on Sherlock, but these are just.....I mean, he's a very clever child, I don't understand. How can he fail everything?"
"Weren't you supposed to be looking out for him, Mycroft?" he heard his mother accuse, her voice stronger, attempting to take action. Having been a teacher herself some years ago, she rather dominated this conversation, pushing his father back to only making empathetic but generally useless comments.
"I can only do so much, mum." Mycroft replied, sounding offended. "I can hardly force him to make friends, or participate in class, and if he doesn't bloody well sp
I BELIEVE IN SHERLOCK HOLMES Part: 1I BELIEVE IN SHERLOCK HOLMES Part: 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It has been four weeks since John had been able to look at a newspaper or turn on the television.
He only answered his own mobile if it was Lestrade or the office(Mycroft soon gave up on trying to
As well as, had yet to disconnect the home phone, and usually let the phone ring out the answering machine.
His answering machine rang out, as he sipped a cup of cold tea.
Hey, it's Viv from work! Wondering if you wanted to catch a bite later? Call me!
Her tone was inked with cheerfulness, possibly attempting to shake a little John's way. Lord knows he could use it. She was a new assistant at the clinic he was working at, quite pretty, but also quite taken with the Sherlock Holmes suicide.
The Great Game- At the PoolPLEASE READ MY COMMENTS FIRST!The Great Game- At the Pool5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Great Game
Part one: At the pool
"That, er... thing that you... that you did, that, um...you offered to do, that was, um..." Sherlock stuttered anxiously waving the loaded gun, shifting it from his right hand to his left then back. For a split second he considered saying amazing, but at the last moment, he changed his mind and said, "good."
"I'm glad no one saw that..."
"Mm?" He looked at John questioningly, leaning a bit down.
"You, ripping my clothes off in a darkened swimming pool... People might talk." The doctor pulled the sides of his pullover a bit closer.
"They do little else." Sherlock replied relaxing, even smiling. If they could joke then everything would be alright, he thought before he saw the little red light on his friend's chest.
"Oh..." he heard John's annoyed reaction. The doctor knew exactly what those red spots meant.
"Sorry boys, I'm so changeable!" Sherlock didn't have to turn over to know that Moriarty had come