SH - Wish Upon a StarI was bored, I always was. Lying in the sofa, picking up my phone within a few moments of my fingers blurring across the keys, I knew here was nothing of interest in the outside world. John was being my blogger on the last case. I wasn't being challenged. No, my brain wasn't being challenged. John had locked away my gun and my laptop was in my room. I could be bothered to get it and asking John would be an insult to his intelligence.
'Bored' I mumbled
'What?' asked John, turning away from the screen.
'Bored' I said again, a little louder.
Well, it's a clear night, no rain. Do you want to go for a walk?' he asked, trying to get me to do something more constructive.
'No' I said stubbornly.
'Well, perhaps... ah, you will just say no' john said, turning back to his computer.
'John, you tell me not to lead those at Scotland Yard on like that. Don't practise what you preach I said' I replied to his hypocritical statement exasperatedly and sat up, running my hands through my hair a
I never thought......I never thoughtI never thought......5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Never thought I'd fall in love
Now I stand corrected
I can't help but smile at the sight of John sleeping next to me. He looks so peaceful, so innocent. You wouldn't believe he'd been in a war. But it doesn't matter how happy he is now, there are still scars. And there always will be. John slowly opens his eyes and smiles. "Did you sleep well?" I whisper and he replies with a kiss. I don't want to get up; I want to stay in this bubble forever. But I know it can't last. It's Tuesday and there's been a triple murder that needs to be solved. But murders happen all the time and I really can't be bothered to resolve all of them.
Never thought I'd feel what I feel
Never been so affected
I never thought I would ever find true love, especially not with Sherlock. At first I thought he was just strange and plain weird. But he's grown on me, in the best possible way. Its ten thirty and we should have been out solving crimes hours ago. Sherlock s
bedtime- Fanfiction for Fan Art"And so he's done it again, saving London from certain danger and managing to insult not only most of Scotland Yard and his brother but also a few foreign ambassadors in the process. But however much it may annoy people to admit, we really would be in a lot of trouble if it wasn't for the world's only consulting detective. If only he could just stop filling the utensils drawer with fingers and toes."bedtime- Fanfiction for Fan Art3 years ago in Romance More Like This
I typed the last sentence and yawned. The late night blogging was really starting to get to me. We'd been so busy with cases that I was awake until the early hours every night trying to keep the blog up to date. Rubbing my eyes, I rested my head on my hand. Now I just had to find a cheap replacement for the latest of Sherlock's kitchen appliance casualties and I could finally go to bed.
Suddenly I heard familiar footsteps behind me. There was a hand on my shoulder, sliding gently into the middle of my back. I glanced up and saw Sherlock looking down at me. His brow was furrowed with a look
Gueule De BoisJohn's arms stretched out luxuriously as he rolled over, making a little 'num num' noise as he settled up against the body on the bed next to him. The body in question was awake, hand shoved under his pillow, and his eyes widened at the contact.Gueule De Bois5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Something in John's sleep-clouded brain clicked, and his eyelids opened with a snap.
"Why are you in my bed,"
"I was about to ask you the same question,"
"But..." John twisted his head, looking behind him at the curtained window that looked not at all familiar, squinting in the bright sunlight that filtered through the thin fabric. "This isn't my room..." he mumbled, still working on waking up.
"A very good observation, John, well done. I was also going to inquire as to the whereabouts of my clothes, as I seem to have misplaced them,"
"Where the hell are we?" John continued, not appearing to have heard the detective at all. Sherlock felt a draft against his
SH - SafeSafeSH - Safe5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Set after the Great Game, and SHERLOCK AND JOHN ARE NOT TOGETHER. Yet.
Sleep is deceitful.
John had long known this. The comforting darkness, the soft duvet swiftly turns into smothering abyss and sweat-soaked sheets when you've been wounded in action. The silence of unconsciousness filled with deafening screams, people screaming your name as you tried to help them, and failed again and again . . . then the screams changed to quiet, soft, last sighs, last breaths which, somehow, were worse . . .
No, sleep had never been John's friend. But the change of the house, the new excitement in the day, and more importantly the attention grabbing and bloody insane flatmate had finally, finally stopped him getting nightmares.
Until that night.
The screams were back. But they weren't screams from Afghanistan. They were screams from a swimming pool. And
SH - Terror pt2The ClueSH - Terror pt25 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I didn't know what to say in the cab journey.
I didn't think there was anything to say.
So I didn't say anything.
Sherlock strode into the police office, me trailing behind, and I smiled as I watched all the policemen turn to stare with respect and awe at my detective. Because he was mine. No matter if we argued.
I just had to remember that and hope that he would, too.
Lestrade was waiting for us at the entrance to his office, his coat on, and fidgeting nervously.
"You said you got a note," Sherlock said, looking intently at the official officer.
"Yeah," said Lestrade. "Here, see what you can get from it."
And he held out a postcard.
Maybe I'm Amazed (Unilock) Chapter 1WARNING: Future chapters in this story will contain slash, some male on male sexual content, and mentions of violence. If this bothers you, then please don't read the story. Thank you!!Maybe I'm Amazed (Unilock) Chapter 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
AN at the bottom!
John Watson was nervous, to say the least, though he was grateful to finally have a place to stay. He had transferred to this university at the last minute, after most of the students were already settled into their dorms, because he needed a school with a better medical program. At first they had told him that he would have to rent an off-camps flat, which he couldn't afford since it was outside of his family's means. That is, until his name came up next on the wait list.
Naturally he was thrilled. But when he told people the name of his new roommate, they would make a face and wish him luck. He didn't understand why until his girlfriend finally explained.
"Sherlock Holmes isn't normal," Sarah had told him. “He's a psycho. The bloke doesn't speak and he performs all kin
Three times John Watson was...THREE TIMES JOHN WATSON WAS A GOOD DOCTOR, ONE HE WAS BAD AND ONE TIME HE MANAGED TO BE A GOOD PATIENT.Three times John Watson was...4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
THREE TIMES JOHN WATSON WAS A GOOD DOCTOR
Come at once, your presence is very much needed. SH
At work, can't leave. Once make tea yourself JW
I need to consult you in the medical matter. SH
If you glared mycrofts head off, then no, there is nothing i can do. JW
Fascinating. You really think you're funny. SH
How can one pull an inch of glass splinter out of one's foot? SH
Your kidding JW
MY kidding? It hurts. SH
If YOU'RE wondering, your grammar and my foot both hurt. Can't tell which one more. Foot, I think. SH
don't move, i'll be in 10. JW
Oh my, that puts an end to my desire to run a marathon right now. Are you thinking when you're writing, or you just hit letters at random? SH
John Watson, using his very own brand of magic and/or several quantum paradoxes, managed to get to the flat in 7 minutes and 47 seconds; he took another fifteen seconds to climb up the sta
Kiss Away The Pain (Teenlock) Chapter 1Kiss Away The Pain (Teenlock) Chapter 12 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
WARNING: This story will contain mature themes including swearing, male on male sexual encounters, and violence. If you aren't comfortable with any of these things, please don't read. Thank you!!
Author's Note at the bottom.
Sherlock was trying to figure out how to get out of the situation he had currently found himself in. He had made the bad mistake of provoking the rugby team captain and was currently backed up against a wall by a group of angry players. He knew what was coming, he'd been beaten up before and he knew there was no sense in trying to get away. It was also unlikely that anyone would be coming along to intervene, because all the professors were gone for the day and he had no friends, so he closed his eyes and waited for the first punch.
John was just coming down the hall when he saw his teammates all circled around something...No someone! They were about to beat someone up. He dropped his things and ran over, pushing his way through the group. "Hey!
DisillusionedThe world seemed to be in the regular habit of testing John's patience. Often to the very limits of it, trying the prim lines until they gave away, and there was nothing left but to do something.Disillusioned5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Listening to Sherlock talk was one thing, but watching him talk was quite another. Every lip-bite, every flicker of tongue licking away coffee was another push, another poke, and the buckram of longanimity started to fringe rapidly, irreversibly, the unravelling creating another force altogether.
It was as if time itself had enough respect towards the last frail threads holding John together, since apparently it had slowed down to treasure the moment; Sherlock's puzzled glance seemed to be hanging tangible in the air, the movement of his hand grabbing his mug leaving a wispy path through the ether, the sound of Sherlock swallowing ringing not unlike church bells in John's ears, all in preparation for the unavoidable finale.
The tip of Sherlock's tongue appeared to one corne
The case of The Missing Will 1The Case of the Missing WillThe case of The Missing Will 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was a cold, rainy Monday. Everyone hates Mondays and this one really deserved it. The weather changed its mind from hour to hour. When it was not raining, freezing wind was sweeping over the dirty streets, forcing people to stay at home. As an umbrella was impossible to use, when someone was brave enough to venture coming out from their warm house, they had two options. Either they could wear a cap taking the chance that the first hard gust of wind would snatch it from their head or leave it at home and go out with bare head, risking frostbitten ears. I chose the second option.
Walking home from the grocery store I felt, actually felt my ears and fingers chill to the bone. I was stupid, I should have picked up at least gloves but I thought the weather was a bit better since I was in London, not in the Arctic. Clearly, I was wrong. While pacing on the empty streets I could only think of the warm fireplace, which was waiting for me
Metamorph.exe - Merfolk Transformation It took him hours to recuperate from what had happened. Aris was lying on his couch twiddling his fingers, happy that he had them back. That had to have been the oddest experience he had ever gone through, not that he experienced many odd things. But he couldn't imagine anything like it. Just what exactly did he find in that warehouse? Some kind of super-advanced computer chip that turns you into animals? How was that even remotely possible!?Metamorph.exe - Merfolk Transformation2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Aris laid on his couch, unsure of what to do next. He didn't even turn his TV on. He couldn't even imagine what he found. He was partly scared of it, but at the same time, it entirely intrigued him. If only he could find out how the thing worked. Aris really wished that were possible, but since that computer chip was stuck somewhere in his body, he couldn't do anything with it. He started to think about that program on his computer. Sure, turning into a goose was weird as hell, but it was also pretty cool, at the same time.
Spilt Cyanide-The Other BulletCRYING OVER SPILT CYANIDE PART 2 - THE OTHER BULLETSpilt Cyanide-The Other Bullet4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
[ extract added 27th march by SH
I wasn't entirely sure how long I'd been on the phone to Mycroft. I knew it had been a while.
How could I have got it so wrong? I was never wrong. My instincts were always right. Always!
And then the world goes and dies. . .
I'd always loved him. Always. How could he not see that. How. Perhaps I'd done something wrong . . .
I was new at this. Entirely new. How did anyone expect me to know what I was doing? Why hadn't Mycroft helped me?
Perhaps he didn't think I'd needed to be helped. Perhaps, like John had said, I was emotionless. Perhaps I really did seem it. Perhaps I worked too hard to hide, and I had, worked for so long, that this was just . . . almost inconceivable.
That one day, that
SH Crying Over Spilt CyanideCrying over split Cyanide introSH Crying Over Spilt Cyanide4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
John didn't know if he'd be able to forgive him. Not at first.
The way he'd strolled oh so calmly into 221b, bold as brass, asking about milk. Milk, of all bloody things right then milk. Something normal.
But the whole damn situation wasn't normal. Nowhere near normal.
But yet, there he was, acting as if the last three years were just a figment of John's imagination.
"No, John, don't be stupid, I didn't die in your arms. I didn't bleed to death as you bent over me, crying my name. Didn't whisper your name with my last breath. And I certainly didn't close my eyes one final time as you begged me to stay with you. And I most definitely didn't have a funeral three years ago to the day.
"By the way, do we have any milk? I'd kill for some coffee."
LoveThere is that one person who fills your mind at night, who is there, the last thing that fades from the edges of your consciousness as you drift off into peaceful slumber. When you wake up, that persons face rises to the surface of your thoughts like the golden sun rises outside your window. You lay there piled high with cozy blankets, your eyes closed but your mind awake, and that someones name, drifting through your mind, is a cue for an unseen puppet-master, who, with invisible threads, pulls the corners of your mouth into the most content of smiles. And that smile stays there, making you ever-warmer, far longer than any other waking thought would cause it to stay. And that, perhaps, (if Im not very much mistaken) is love.Love7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
SH-A Wonderful MistakeSherlock was slouched on the couch when I got home from work. I could tell by the new holes in the wall that he was extremely bored today. I hate it when he shoots the wall when he gets like this. I took a seat in my chair and tapped my fingers against the soft arm chair.SH-A Wonderful Mistake5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Sherlock, there hasn't been a single case for weeks." I stated.
"I know," mumbled Sherlock, annoyed that I was stating the obvious.
"Go do something fun!" I offered.
"Like what?" Sherlock striated up a little trying to deduce what I had in mind.
"I don't know, hang out with some fr-" I had realized my mistake and cut myself off. Sherlock always hid his emotions, though I could see through his mask that I had hurt him.
"You and I both know that I don't have any, John." He said.
"I don't know why though," I murmured, shifting in my seat.
"What do you mean by that?" I could see that I had clearly confused him.
That was a first...
I should have known he would hear my quiet mumble. I stumbled for words n
In Which John is Strangled"If there ever comes a day we can't be together, keep me in your heart, I'll stay there forever"In Which John is Strangled4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
John woke, deliberated whether or not he should actually get out of bed today. He'd been having a dream, a pleasant one, but the vestiges of its images were rapidly fading and he couldn't grab hold of them, wanted them desperately to stay. They vanished into the depths of his mind and he let out a long exhale, threw the comforter from his legs, sat up. He stared at his hands in his lap for several seconds, still debated whether he should just lie back down or actually stand up. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed, stood, stretched. The flat of 221B Baker Street was silent, an unusual occurrence.
It hadn't been silent until six months ago.
Six months ago, Sherlock would have been awake, toiling away at some experiment in the kitchen, or typing away at his keyboard, the clacking of the keys filling the room; or he would have been playing his violin, songs John didn't recognize,
I'm Dying for Love...So ThanksI'm not the girl I pretend to be.I'm Dying for Love...So Thanks10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm broken and bruised
Parts of me are missing.
They're missing because of how I grew up,
Always afraid this fight would be
Their last before
One of them left.
Parts of me are missing because of past relationships,
And how they ended in ways
I wasn't ready for.
They're missing because of all the losses in my life.
All the people I'll never see again,
The people I loved.
The people I never got to say goodbye to.
Everyone sees me laughing,
For I do laugh a lot.
How could anything be wrong with me?
How could the girl
Who can barley keep a straight face during the day
Cry herself to sleep every night
For almost 5 years?
But my tears have stopped falling.
I think I used them all.
I haven't quite moved on.
I still think back to everything with bitter remorse.
I hate myself for allowing such ill fortune to come across me,
Because I still believe it's all my fault.
I must have done something to bring such things on me.
I must have been horrible
SH-JW - Safe pt 2UncertaintySH-JW - Safe pt 25 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sherlock woke up the same time as he usually did just as the sun began to shine through the curtains, the tentative amber glow showing the start of the new day. That it wasn't his curtains just made the day sure to be all the better.
John was still fast asleep, all traces of the night's terrors gone from his face. Sherlock's arms were wrapped around both him and the duvet he was submerged in, enclosing him in his arms, warm and comfortable. He didn't mind that he was outside the duvet, almost exposed to the cold night he'd been colder, and he knew he'd survive. Besides, he was still wearing his dressing gown.
Something made him think that he should move leave John to himself, but he was mesmerized by the patterns the soft light was making across the older man's face. The colour it turned it, close to golden but too pale, almost rosy . . . it was a colour totally un
Hidden FeelingsHidden Feelings8 years ago in Teen More Like This
I sat there in my cold desk, not really listening to the words my teacher spoke; yet, at the same time I was. I was concentrating on her voice, the tone it took as she spoke passionately about her subject. I watched the way her lips moved, forming the words. I felt my heart begin to pound in my chest, threatening to burst forth from my body. I stared intently at she, her legs long and slender as she paced across the classroom. My eyes trailed up her body, coming to lie upon her light purple skirt. It flowed gently with her movements, threatening perhaps to rise at inch to high. My intense gaze slowly made its way back up to her face. Her face showed a blissful smile, unaware of the lustful beast that watched her closely. My face turned a slight red as she lend over in front of me to help a lost student. My eyes shifted back and forth. Did I dare to look forward, her shirt just low enough for me to see down it? How I wanted to, just a peek, just one to satisfy my desires. Yet sadl