Incantations and Deductions SHObviously it took years for them to ever get around to speaking to each other. Sherlock reasoned that it was natural: as well as being in different, some might even say rival, houses, there was also the social class divide and the fact that Sherlock always gave off the general air of someone who never wanted to talk to anyone, in his life, ever. As a general rule Sherlock felt that unless someone was directly benefitting him by being alive in his presence he would do his best to tolerate them, but if not they could bloody well bugger off and do their dull living /breathing /sleeping /eating /talking /having fun business somewhere e
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Whispering started early on the Thursday morning. Carl Powers, second year Hufflepuff, had never made it to his common room or dormitory the night before. At first Sherlock didn't think much of it; kids were always getting lost. Still, it was usually the first years who took wrong turns on the staircases or got led astray by some of the cheekier ghosts. A second year, missing all night was not unprecedented, but it still wasn't normal.
By first break the whispers had increased, become distorted and salacious as long hours passed and Carl had not returned with a bashf
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Even though Sherlock was fairly assured of his new friendship with John Watson he didn't expect John to come and talk to him at breakfast in the Great Hall on Monday morning. John only ate breakfast at the same time as other students four days out of seven, as the Gryffindor Quidditch team practiced on Sundays, Tuesdays and Fridays before lessons. Usually John would eat his breakfast and then chat with his (many) friends in Gryffindor or read whatever the owl had brought him.
Today though John sits down on the bench next to Sherlock, still eating a round of t
Incant and Deduct Part 4 SH HPIt's almost shamefully easy to get into the Hufflepuff common room then into Carl's former dorm. No one questions their presence or even seems to notice as a bespectacled, loping and unrecognizable Sherlock, cloaked John and a decidedly jumpy Greg head towards one of the many round doors which lead to the dormitories. The fact that they pass several students and no one pays them any heed is of no surprise to Sherlock. Everyone is understandably quiet, lost in their own thoughts. Some people are by themselves staring into space, some huddled in little groups, offering comfort.Incant and Deduct Part 4 SH HP2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They pass quickly down the warren like corridor which l
Incant and Deduct Part 6The next morning John is in a fairly good mood when he first opens his eyes and is met with a room bathed with late autumn sun. Mondays means extra time in bed as he doesn't have to haul himself off for an early breakfast before Quidditch practice. Then he remembers the events of the previous evening and his good mood dissipates somewhat.Incant and Deduct Part 62 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Not that there was anything particularly distressing about his interview with Mycroft Holmes. Even though he'd been collected by a frankly eerie looking assistant (pointy face, stick thin to the point of being a broom handle, that straight blonde hair that marked her out immediately as former Sly
Incant and Deduct Part 5 SH HPIt occurs to Sherlock while hurtling down the corridor, that he and John didn't even have to exchange a look before they started sprinting in the direction of the screaming. That probably meant something; either that they were completely in tune with each other or equally barmy enough to run towards potential danger.Incant and Deduct Part 5 SH HP2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They found the source of the scream on one of the main corridors; surprisingly it was Rachel Howells, the vindictive little idiot who'd nearly killed John last year. Unsurprisingly she was overacting, Sherlock could see it as he and John round the corner and jog towards the small group that was slowly forming around h
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"James. That is impossible." the headmaster states in a voice that is both soothing and balks no argument.
"It is! He said he was James and I should call him Jim and that he'd help me." Boscombe's glasses have practically fogged up as he looks at the headmaster beseechingly
"I assure you, James there is no boy at this school called James Moriarty." the headmaster says.
Sherlock's head whips round to the headmaster as Boscombe gasps. The old man's expression betrays nothing, but the skin around his eyes is tight, as if he is pained by somethin
Incant and Deduct Part 8John was pretty excited about Christmas for once. Usually Christmas meant boring family occasions, Harry throwing a tantrum and eating too much. It was probably because his birthday was fairly close to Christmas anyway; he just couldn't get very excited. This year was different. This year the Triwizard Tournament meant he'd been able to meet up with his friends from Durmstrang (the ones on the Quidditch team and a few of the boys he'd met in the summer dragon training in Romania.) There was the prospect of watching the Triwizard tournament itself in the New Year. The school had decided that they would postpone it till January in response to tIncant and Deduct Part 82 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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John is determined.
This year will be different. He isn't going to let the incident affect his life anymore. It had happened nine months ago, it was time to get over it.
He's going to move back into the Gryffindor dorm. He is, he is. He's a fifth year now he can't sleep in his own cordoned off bedroom because he has pathetic nightmares. He'll be taking his O.W.Ls at the end of the year; he's damn well not going to wimp out, crying off due to illness.
It's not as if he's actually ill, really, the twinge in his leg is nothing, and yes, he has a hideous scar on his shoulder but the physical therapy he's been doing over summer h
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Panic moves like a lapping wave over the occupants of the Great Hall. Tension starts with one or two individuals, quickly spreading through the crowds as the band stops playing and an eerie, almost silent hysteria settles over the masses. Fear is amply communicated through wide eyed stares and startled expressions: at first everyone is too stunned to speak. But not for long. Amongst teenagers, who have the added pleasures of souped up hormones and peer pressure, the rumour and speculation spread like wildfire over barren shrub plains. Girls clutch each other in protective hugs, boys try not to look too terrified.
No one really s
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John makes his way to the Great Hall trying not to feel too downhearted. The beginning of fifth year has so far not been great: seeing Sherlock has churned up feelings that he doesn't want to examine too closely and which hadn't put him in the best of moods. Then his meeting with the head of Gryffindor had just been...well, shitty.
"I understand your desire to be back with your friends John, but you must understand that you attacked a fellow student in the midst of one of your nightmares. Now, whilst your Healers tell me you're improving they cannot guarantee that you won't relapse."
Arguing, John had realised, would have be
Incantations and Deductions Chapter TwelveThe expression of shocked surprise on Sherlock's face would almost be comical if John felt anything like laughing. Someone died after jumping from John's window: of course Sherlock would want to check out the room. Obviously Sherlock's surprised that anyone as 'dull and mundane' as John could have worked out his plans.Incantations and Deductions Chapter Twelve1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"John." Sherlock begins and then seems to just stop.
John rolls his eyes. "It's alright, I know why you're here, I'm not going to bother you, just wanted to make sure you didn't do any weird experiments on my stuff."
Sherlock just nods, seemingly nervous. He doesn't move; it's as if his feet are rooted to the rug he's standi
Harry Knows BestJohn's in Waterstones Piccadilly when he gets the text. He's trying to decide on a Christmas present for Mrs Hudson. She'd expressed an interest in the new Nigella Lawson cookbook, but Jamie Oliver was on offer and he'd seen her get teary during an episode of his American series, when he was dressed as a pod of peas and being mobbed by children in a playground. Usually this would end up with the man being put on a register, but on celebrities it is apparently charming to be covered in kids. "Such a lovely boy..." she'd said, her eyes sliding towards Sherlock, who was attacking a cushion so he could study the scatter pattern of feathers whenHarry Knows Best2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
BBC SH- Great Wall of PillowsJohn Watson knew for a fact he was a boring sleeper.BBC SH- Great Wall of Pillows1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Despite Sherlock's many quips about his snoring shaking plaster dust off the ceiling, John still was certain that his flatmate was joking and that in fact he was a placid, uneventful snoozer.
Sherlock however slept only sporadically. And when he did he would wriggle and mumble to himself in his sleep, as well as clutching onto anything within the reach of his sleepy arms and cuddling into it contentedly. But, even with John's firm guidance Sherlock could only be coaxed into a semi-regular sleep pattern and even then only when there was no case to be had.
John got the feeling howev
Curl Up and Dye SxJIt should be amusing actually, John thinks to himself. Had he really just not let himself notice? He'd been living with a man who forced him to notice things, who got disappointed in John when he couldn't see something that to Sherlock was just so bloody obvious it didn't even need one whole brain cell to notice it, work out what it meant and file it away. He had a feeling that if Sherlock had even the first inkling of what John was thinking now he'd get that look on his face which Mrs Clarkson would get when he handed in an essay on Alexander Pope late, riddled with spelling mistakes. "Really, John you must try harder next time."Curl Up and Dye SxJ2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
BBC Sherlock-BabysittingJohn Watson rubbed his eyes wearily and summoned the last fragments of his patience. "Alright, run it by me one more time. You did what?"BBC Sherlock-Babysitting3 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sherlock Holmes was, for some unfathomable reason, sopping wet and covered in soap suds. His clothes were plastered to his skinny frame and he stood dripping in front of Watson's armchair, peering down at his friend through his sodden fringe. "I ran through a car wash." He explained, calmly, for the third time.
John sat back in his chair, his eyes closing despairingly, and asked the question again. "Why?"
"Chasing a suspect."
"And it didn't occur to you to go around the car wash instead of through it?"
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This was a momentous day.
The first time ever that his parents had visited him at 221B.
Mr. And Mrs Watson were sat on the sofa, looking around with approving curiosity as they sipped at the cups of tea their son had just handed to them.
"Is he ever going to move?" Mrs Watson asked, inquisitively nodding towards Sherlock who was sat in his armchair.
"No, probably not for another couple of hours. He's currently shifting through old cases in his head to try and find a link." John admitted, looking at his flatmate who was staring into the middle-distan
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"John, what are you doing?"
"My leg's hurting again, that's what."
"I can't lean on you if you're limping, John."
"Then stop leaning on me."
"But you're just the right height..."
"Sherlock, get off."
Sherlock sighs dramatically and lifts his arm off of John's shoulder, tucking his hand into his pocket instead as they walk side-by-side down the corridor towards their next class. Something small and folded brushes against his curled fingers, and he pulls out and unfolds the paper to squint down at it again.
"So this Yule Ball--"
"Sherlock, did you tear that off the wall?" John interrupts incredulously, catch
BBC Sherlock - Rugby and ChaosJohn Watson was so drunk that if you put a wick in his mouth and lit it the sheer amount of alcohol in his system meant that he would probably burn for a fortnight or more.BBC Sherlock - Rugby and Chaos2 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
His old regiment was back from Afghanistan on leave and some of the soldiers, both active and discharged, had decided to meet for a round of drinks and a catch up.
As soon as the small, tawny-haired man walked through the door of the Dozy Panda pub (bizarrely enough considering the unorthodox name it was largely frequented by military personnel as the food was good, the alcohol cheap and the landlord was a very strange man who provided much amusement . . .) he had been g
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He shouldn't have let Sherlock talk him into it. But Sherlock always talks him into everything in the end, John supposes. It annoys the hell out of him.
"Don't be so dull, John! We make the age cut, why not have a little fun? There's no Quidditch, what do you plan on doing all year?"
"Since when has the element of danger ever dissuaded you,"
"Since it was a conscious choice whether or not I played a game that might kill me, that's when. For real, Sherlock, I don't want to enter, so drop it."
Sherlock huffs a frustrated sigh and drops his chin into his hand, looking down his nose at John
BBC Sherlock - UndercoverSince he had started living with Sherlock Holmes, Dr. John Watson had gotten used to coming home to strange sights.BBC Sherlock - Undercover2 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
However, he had to admit to himself as he stood in the doorway, this one took first prize for out-and-out weirdness.
Okay, this one even beats the time I came home to find him systematically nailing himself to the floor by his clothes. And the time I found him re-enacting a black magic ritual to get inside the mind of a murderer. Come to think of it, you can still see the chalk from that pentagram on the floor. I'm surprised Mrs Hudson never said anything about that . . . Oh, and then there was that time with the dead octopus
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A blinding flash of light lit up the dark and quiet sitting room of 221B Baker Street for a split second, and Sherlock winced.
The crash of thunder that followed was so loud Sherlock actually jumped and instinctively covered his ears, glaring resentfully at the windows as rain began pelting the glass.
He couldn't think like this. This was ridiculous.
And he had been so close to the answer, he just needed a few more minutes of peace!
There was ALWAYS something.
Heaving an angry sigh, he slumped into his armchair, limbs sprawled over the sides carelessly and head hanging off the back.
Lightning flashed across his closed eye
BBC SH - A Study In Starlight IIIt was the insistent sort of rain.BBC SH - A Study In Starlight II1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Not heavy per say. Just . . . There. Inside, it was nothing worse than a comforting sort of background noise. Outside, it was a persistent chilling percussion on your body which led to a pervasive sense of discomfort.
John wiped a drip off the screen of his phone, pondering. He was sat at a bus-shelter, trying to summon the courage to ring someone.
Then, before he could talk himself out of it, he pressed dial.
It took a few rings before the person at the other end picked up.
"Hi Mum, it's me."
~Oh, hi John! Give me a moment; I'll put you on speaker.
-Is that John?
"Yeah, hi Dad."
-Are you a
BBC SH Reunion - MollyThere was nothing nicer than being curled up warm in your bed with nothing but the hypnotic dance of the rain on your window to gentle the silence.BBC SH Reunion - Molly1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Molly Hooper was balanced on the very cusp of sleep, her duvet snugly moulded to the shape of her body like an embrace.
One of her eyes cracked open slightly.
She mentally scolded herself for falling asleep with her book in her hand and the bedside light on, but was too comfortable to get too irritated at herself.
She sighed, contented, and let her eyes slip shut once more.
Molly Hooper had always wanted to help people. Born cleverer than average, her father and mother had been so proud when
BBC SH - Reunion - LestradeHis phone rang.BBC SH - Reunion - Lestrade1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Lestrade sighed and reached for it, noticing how Donovan looked over her shoulder at him from where she was driving the car. "Hello?"
"Sir," He recognised Evelyn's voice. Young, relatively new, he had recognised her potential when she first joined and helped her learn the ropes. As such Sergeant Evelyn 'Evie' Makepeace was fiercely loyal to him.
Even now after everything that had happened.
He sighed. "I'm not 'Sir' anymore Evie. I'm just Greg, remember?"
To her credit, Donovan tried not to look too smug at that.
"Whatever you say, Sir." Evie said, slightly darkly. "You need to get back, Sir. Fast."
"Why? What's wrong?"