UmbrellasLestrade thanked the barmaid and stared rather moodily at his martini. He plucked out the little paper umbrella that was the sole reason for ordering the martini, and twirled it idly. He'd never told anyone, but he found umbrellas strangely fascinating and attractive. He stared at the spinning spokes of the umbrella so intently that everything else in the pub seemed to disappear around him. He entered a state almost of hypnosis from the pattern on the umbrella. He hadn't realized his fascination was quite so intense.Umbrellas3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Greg was startled out of his reverie by a tap on the shoulder. He jumped and turned to see who it was. Mycroft stood there, abruptly close to Greg's shoulder. He had never noticed that Mycroft wore ties with an umbrella pattern. He found it oddly…
"I need you to come with me," Mycroft said, jolting Lestrade out of his musings. Lestrade narrowed his eyes.
"Why do I need to come with you?" he asked. He didn't know Mycroft very well, but if he was anything like his brother, b
Sherlock: Caring Is Not an Advantage Part 3Sherlock: Caring Is Not an Advantage Part 32 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock:Caring Is Not an Advantage Part 3
Part Three: Is It Alright If I Come Home?
Sherlock paced the flat thinking of something to do; experiments seemed to be only failures and it was not like anyone knew he was alive to actually give him a case. There was absolutely nothing to do, but to pace and hate his hair and hate that John was not there.
Though he was happy to be in his old style of dressing and the warm walls of his flat surrounding him; it felt great to be home and not hidden away in some hole in the wall. It was strange how he could go three years without being this wound up yet one meeting with John in person seemed to make it worse.
When he saw John it was different, he realized then how much he did miss the other man, not that he didn’t realized that he missed him but when he saw John he realized how much. Too much, Sherlock thought, he realized what it was like to wake up and not see John’s morning face, or to not smell breakfast being cooked in the kitc
Thinking of You Part 2Thinking of You Part 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There it was. That look of being defeated. Suddenly Steve felt a new confidence he'd never felt hardly before in his life, glancing to the door it was closed, he had only one chance with both of them here alone. Taking a step to Tony they were already in a close proximity, he leaned down, and could already see the other starting to tense up. He was taking a pretty big risk here because if Tony didn't feel the same way.. Tony may never speak to Steve again. But he was willing to take that chance, "Tony, theres...something I need to tell you." His voice was shaking a bit as he looked down at the man. Tony just stared, only nodding slightly, maybe that was a good sign? "...W-Well.. You see over time I've come to find myself growing more and more close to you. Since Bucky had already enlisted- but you know that. I told you that. I've shared...so much with you I never though I would with anyone. Even Bucky. But I did...you had gotten me to feel..so comfortable in my old body...and en
8: Tinsel: JohnLockSherlock woke up and looked around. John was NOT lying next to him.8: Tinsel: JohnLock3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
That made him a bit sad, because Sherlock loved to wake his beloved doctor with a kiss...
Whatever. He decided to stand up, stretched his body a bit and went to the bathroom.
The first thing he noticed was the golden tinsel in his hair. With a confused look in his eyes, Sherlock started to pull it out of his hair.
There was a lot of tinsel in his curls.
Ten minutes later, he confronted John, the tinsel in his hand.
"Why was that in my hair?" Sherlock asked.
"Oh, Mycroft put that there. You didn´t sleep for over 3 days and when your brother visited us, you - literally - "fell" asleep. You should be thankful that I was able to catch you before you kissed the floor."
"...." Sherlock gave John a kiss. After that, his phone was buzzing.
A message from Mycroft.
- Good morning Sherlock, I hope you did sleep well. Lestrade and Molly really like the picture.
Greetings, Mycroft. -
At the end of the text there was a picture
Against the Rules - (TenTooXRose)“Say, what’s down there?”Against the Rules - (TenTooXRose)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Rose turned to face her husband. He was staring intently at a large door marked, ’LEVEL ONE ACCESS ONLY’, a small frown visible on his face.
“Hm. I don’t know, I’ve never been through here,” she pondered, striding over to him.
An impish grin played at the Doctor’s lips. “Well, no harm in finding out, I suppose! Allon—!”
Rose grabbed his arm. “Hold on!” she protested, “We need Level One clearance to get in there – even I can’t get something like that.”
He pursed his lips, his face the symbol of pure innocence. “So?”
“Well…” she said slowly, “It’s against the rules.”
The Doctor stopped dead. He gave her the look. The look that made entire armies turn around and run for their lives. The look that made Daleks tremble and even Cybermen feel true terror. He stood silently for a while as Rose
A Love Poem for Sherlock Holmes"Oh Sherlock, how I love thee…"A Love Poem for Sherlock Holmes2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sherlock and John started from their respective seats and hurried to the window. Sherlock opened it to reveal a young woman standing in the half-light, declaiming to the entirety of Baker Street. John wondered who on earth she was.
"Thy hair like soft coal…"
Sherlock turned to John. "What on earth is she talking about?" he said in annoyance. "I think it's a love poem," John answered, still staring out the window.
"Thine eyes like the sea…"
"Why would someone be writing me a love poem?" Sherlock asked, confused. "One of those stalker fangirls, I'd think," John replied. "You know, that's actually not a bad description of you." Sherlock stared at John. "What?" "Well, a bit over-romanticized, obviously," John added hastily. Returning to his chair, he said under his breath, "It's not bad, though, actually…"
"Thy fingers as soft spiderwebs, stroking silent strings…"
"Shut up!" Sherlock yelled out the window and slammed it shut. He flopped back down on the couc
14: Gingerbread: Johnlock"John, do you need something? I´ll go to the supermarket" Sherlock asked.14: Gingerbread: Johnlock3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
John looked up from his laptop.
He was suprised.
"You... go to the supermarket? YOU?!"
- "Yes... I do this. Why?"
"Well... this would be the first time you go into a shop like this."
- ".... there´s always a first time for everything."
"Ok, ok.... let´s see... I´d like to have some gingerbread."
"You asked me, I gave you an answer. So don´t complain."
- "..... fine. See you."
Sherlock left the flat and didn´t return for over one hour. John started to worry about him but then, finally, he returned.
"What happened that you were more than an hour out?" John wanted to know.
- "I helped a girl who lost her cat. We found it after 20 minutes."
"Aww, sweet." John hugged Sherlock.
"Do you have the gingerbread?"
- "Of course, and I´d like to feed you with this... ~ "
John smiled. "I exactly know where this will end ~ "
Sherlock kissed him. "And I know that you
Sherlock: Searching out a Friend 1 ofSherlock: Searching out a Friend 1 of3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock: Searching out a Friend.
Chapter One: Brilliant and annoying
"You have another patient outside waiting," Sarah say's popping her head into my office and smiling at me, I smile back to her.
"Thank you send him in," I say and she gives me a look, "I wouldn't thank me just yet," She giggles before leaving.
Two men walk into my room; the first one was tall with brown/black curls wearing a black long coat under an orange blanket. The second man was tall with salt and pepper hair wearing a grey suit; I think I saw him on the telly before.
"What seems to be the problem?" I ask them and the tall one with the curly hair sits on the examination table as the second holds out his hand to me.
"Apparently I'm in shock," The one sitting down mumbles with annoyance in his voice.
"I am inspector detective Lestrade; he is Sherlock Holmes and I need to make sure he does not have a concoction." I shake Lestrade's hand listening to him talk, glancing at the other man who was swinging his feet abou
Dreams Are Made to Come TrueThere was a little girl with brown hair and sparkling hazel eyes. She had a wide grin on her face as she ran away. He could not keep back his laughter as he ran to her, picked her up and spun her around.Dreams Are Made to Come True2 years ago in Romance More Like This
They were in the garden. A garden with a proper house with doors and carpets and everything. There were trees, hedges and a well-kept lawn. To an outsider, this family looked perfectly ordinary. They could not possibly know just how extraordinary they were.
He put down his daughter, when Rose's laughter reached his ears. He turned around, his smile growing impossibly wide as he saw the little boy in her arms.
All those years, this was the life he had been longing for: Spending the remaining days of his life with Rose and their children. Vows of eternal love, he had kept to himself, were now expressed at an impressive rate.
He had a family now, something he had thought he would never have again. He had a home, and although it was not quite as impressive as the TARDIS, it was worth it, b
3: Snow: JohnLock"Finally snow...!" John was running out of the flat, looking up into the sky. The snowflakes were falling down silently and slowly, coating London in a white colour.3: Snow: JohnLock3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I really missed this last year... oh I hope it´ll stay everywhere!"
"John, come back into the flat, you´ll catch a cold!" Sherlock said, standing in the hallway and looking worried.
"But... there was no snow last year and it finally comes down... I love snow!!"
John looked at him with kinda sad eyes. He knew that Sherlock couldn´t win against his puppy eyes. He sighed and took his coat, putting it over John´s shoulders.
"Come back in a few minutes so I can warm you ~ " he whispered with a seductive smile.
"Of course, my dear." John asked with a kiss on Shrelock´s cheek.
Let's Play || Doctor Who FanfictionSomewhere in the middle of Britain, the sound of flats and sneakers slapping down on pavement echo across the walls of a small Catholic school. Students file out of doors in random, chaotic order, their voices screaming like a hundred pealing bells. The younger students stay put on the pavement, bouncing energetically back and forth, across the walls, into someone else's face. Older students drag their iPods, MP3's and friends into secluded places outside of the paved area, where a small chain of pine trees line the pavement; a nice, green haven surrounded by ugly, grey chain fences. A small redhead girl was sitting beneath one of the trees right now, buried in a massively boring dictionary as big as her own torso.Let's Play || Doctor Who Fanfiction3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Surly… supper… tablet… tapestry…" She mumbled in a Scottish accent. Her grey eyes furrowed into a cute kind of concentration as the little girl flipped one yellowed page after another, hoping to find the word she needed. After all, if she was going to look for it she figure
7: Pie: JohnLock"I´ll make a pie for Ms. Hudson, so please do NOT disturb me" Sherlock told John.7: Pie: JohnLock3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You... make a pie? YOU?!" John asked bewildered. "Wow, very interesting!" He chuckled.
"Don´t laugh. It´s my first time doing this... so please shut up."
Sherlock pouted. John pet his dark hair and smiled. "Can I help you?" - "No, I want to do it on my own." - "... just use the ingredients listed in the recipe, Sherlock. I´m serious. Don´t blow up the flat." - "I´m not an idiot."
John didn´t answer, he just smirked and went back to the living room.
One hour passed. Two hours passed.
A small "Boom!" was heard from the kitchen which caused John to look at the door. He was alarmed, stood up and ran directly to the kitchen.
Sherlock opened the door at the same time. He had dough in his face and on his hands, looking sheepish at his husband.
"Can you help me, John...?" he asked with a small voice. John smiled lovely, licking a bit dough off his cheek.
"Of course, swee
4: Candy Canes: JohnLock"Sherlock, did you see the candy canes?" John asked aloud from the living room. "... no, I didn´t. You sure you bought some?" - "Yes, I AM sure."4: Candy Canes: JohnLock3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
John searched everywhere to find them. In the kitchen, bedroom, bathroom, living room, also in the fridge (and hoped Sherlock did NOT misuse them for an experiment) - but they were gone.
"Come on John, it´s ok. We can survive without them." - "But I like them." John pouted. Sherlock kissed him. "You can have my kisses instead." - "Well... this is a good offer. I think I´ll forget about the canes ~ "
John tousled through his dark curles and smiled. "I´ll go and buy a present for Ms Hudson now. See you later!"
After he left, Sherlock hung the candy canes he hid on the christmas tree with a sign on one which said "Surprise, my beloved. XXX, Sherly."
When Worlds Collide (Doctor Who/Avenger x Reader)When Worlds Collide (Doctor Who/Avenger x Reader)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You never thought one of your dreams would come true and you never thought it would take you face-to face with the man who was known as The God of Mischief.
It all started an hour ago, you are in ( whatever year of schooling you're in) in (state) and life seems great on the outside, on the inside you are a mess. You feel lonely and are starting to give up hope in a man, you only knew through British television. If you are thinking of the same man then we are on the same page, this man is a dream to many dreamers in the world. Though tonight, that dream of many others and your dreams kind of are coming true. It is hard to believe in the man called The Doctor, but you always try to keep that spark going with continuous re-runs of the show. To get back on track, you were just lying there in your bed, still in the clothes from the previous day. You had your phone lying on your chest, softly playing a tune by (your favorite band), while kicking the string back and forth on your (shoes). You
Perfect Assistant (a johnlock fiction)Hello,I know this is different to what I normally post,but over recently become highly interested in Sherlock the TV series. Thus,I have decided to start writing JohnLock sort of fan fictions. Expect better language from me for a while.Perfect Assistant (a johnlock fiction)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Slash pairing is JohnLock
Warnings include language and other things in the future (do not get your hopes up,I cannot write adult content)
I do not own the TV series or any of the characters in the show,even though this may sound a lot like the programme (as I have based each meeting they have on real situations and have used some of the same speech.)
Thank you for reading this part.
Love. A simple sickness of the mind which can evolve into pointless despair and depression over a certain object or person. It seems I have succumbed to this...'love'. You may think me mad,you may question my sanity as I tell you the story of how I fell in love. But you may not doubt the facts that I present to you.
It all started about a month ago,and as I recall I was inv
Sherlock: The Drunken Truth 1 Of 2Sherlock: The Drunken Truth 1 Of 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock: The Drunken Truth.
Chapter One: Bored Again
Sherlock screamed at the top of his lungs, I barely looked up at him from my laptop screen. I was still angry with him from yesterday when he decide to call me at three in the morning and tell me he was kidnaped and dying, causing me to wake up frantic to get to him and realize he just wanted to use my phone. He honest to god just wanted to use my phone to send a text and me that he knew I would have ever had come if he just asked to us my phone.
"John, I'm bored," He says and I continue to type at the keys, "What are you doing?" Sherlock raises his voice walking over to me.
"Blogging Sherlock, I'm a blogger that is what I do." Sherlock peers over my shoulder, "No, the car was green John." Sherlock reaches over slapping my hands away so he could backspace the switch my words with his.
"Right, then why don't you just write the bloody thing?" I say and look over my shoulder at him, we were close really close anymore and I wou
Sherlock: Searching out a Friend 2 ofSherlock: Searching out a Friend 2 of3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock: Searching out a Friend.
Chapter Two: Is this a date?
I had no idea why I was here standing outside of 221 B Baker Street wondering if I should ring Sherlock's bell. I do not do house visits, never have and I am almost certain it doesn't happen at all anymore. I suppose I was just curious about him, he didn't seem to normal back at my office.
"John," I heard my name called by a deep voice so I turn to see Sherlock getting out of a cab.
"Hello," I say and he nods, "Coming in?" he asks going up to the door and opening it he doesn't wait for me just leaves the door open, I sigh and walk after him.
I walk up the set of narrow steps into a sitting room, a small older women humming in a sweet voice.
"Mrs. Hudson," Sherlock says and kisses her cheek, "Oh Sherlock you have company," She says coming up to me and I shake her hand.
"I'm a doctor, John Watson." I say and she turns to Sherlock, "Are you sick?"
Sherlock had stripped from his coat and was standing by a computer starring into
One Doesn't SimplyYou and the stranger both like johnlock.One Doesn't Simply3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You: Get off the roof, John. –SH
Stranger: Who is this? –JW
Stranger: This isn't funny. –JW
You: Irrelevant. –SH
You: This is no joke, John. –SH
Stranger: This is ridiculous. –JW
You: Now get off the roof before I come up there and get you. –SH
Stranger: I'm staying up here. –JW
You: I don't want you to do something stupid, John. –SH
You: Don't be boring. –SH
Stranger: Piss off. I don't want to live on this planet any more. –JW
You: And why not? –SH
Stranger: Because everything is stupid. –JW
You: You're being stupid if you think jumping and ending your life will change anything. Now tell me what the real reason is. –SH
Stranger: I've told you. I don't want to be here anymore. I plan to die - I'm accustomed to the thought now. I want to, even. -JW
You: But why? One doesn't simply want to die because everything is "stupid." -SH
Stranger: But everything is stupid. And I do want to die. This planet is boring. Goodbye. -JW
You: John, don't you dare
The Final Case: Part TwoSherlock let the door snap shut behind him as he jogged down the stairs and out into the wind that nipped playfully at his skin and coat. Jerking his coat up to block the wind a little bit more, he started swiftly down the sidewalk, heading in the opposite direction of the store. He would worry about the shopping he promised John later, for right now, he was only interested in walking and, possibly, a drink at the corner bar.The Final Case: Part Two2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
His mind was racing as he pieced together the puzzle John seemed to be subconsciously leaving for him. It was difficult, to give the doctor props, and very well thought out. He kept leaving small hints here and there, slipping them into everyday conversations and actions. He knew John thought he wasn't picking them up, but of course, he was. Problem was, he wasn't sure how he was supposed to come up with an answer. He didn't know what he was supposed to figure out; cases were easy, he knew the basic outcome. There was always the victim, and there was always the cu
Amends They worried, he knew that.Amends3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was true that his mental state seemed to be deteriorating all the time. The joke shop had been closed for days, now. He must have lost a lot of sales.
He didn’t care.
Why should he care? What did money matter, when they were richer than they’d ever needed to be? What did the shop matter, when the only other person who had shared the dream was gone?
What did anything matter, when he was half of a whole?
Yes, they worried. They all worried. His mother most of all, of course, as all mothers did. His father, who always seemed unsure of what to do around him now. His siblings… Well, they had all felt almost the same pain he had. Almost. None of them had lost their other halves.
He didn’t know what he was thinking half the time. The other half, his thoughts were incomplete.
You see, Fred had always been there to complete them for him.
Take Care - (Ten/Rose) One ShotThe Doctor sat in the kitchen, reading an old dusty book, while drinking a nice warm cup of tea. It wasn’t any particularly special book, but it was interesting just the same. It was an informational book about a very far off planet that the Doctor had visited once or twice.Take Care - (Ten/Rose) One Shot2 years ago in Romance More Like This
He had just finished eating breakfast. He normally waited for Rose to come out so they could eat breakfast together, but she didn’t come out at the normal time. He just figured she was sleepy from the previous day’s adventures, or maybe she just wanted to take a long shower.
Either way, the TARDIS drifted peacefully across the solar system while the Doctor drank his tea. He became so wrapped up in his book; he hadn’t noticed how much time had passed. It was nearly the afternoon! He now became curious about the whereabouts of Miss Rose Tyler.
He set down his book and took off his glasses. He rose from the table and walked through the corridors of the TARDIS. He approached the door to Rose
Rock A Bye Time LordRock A Bye Time Lord3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Rock a bye Time Lord
Make this war stop
When whistles blow
River's cradle will rock
When the Flesh breaks
Silence will fall
And down will come Doctor
TARDIS and all
Rock a bye Time Lord
Once this all ends
To all of your friends
1 will fade
And 2 will die
But remember not to
Blink your eyes...
You Look Time Lord Part 2Chapter TwoYou Look Time Lord Part 23 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
(Approximately Four Million Years in the past…)
It was a beautiful morning on the Africa savannah. The tall grass swayed back and forth from the warm breeze and animals prowled the grasslands looking for their morning meal. High up in a baobab tree, a troop of Australopithecus apes woke and readied themselves for the day. The alpha male, nicknamed Fang, held on to the limbs around him while he scanned the surroundings for predators. He made sure to look very carefully because sometimes a saber-toothed cat was lurking nearby.
When he was satisfied that the surrounding area was safe, he hooted a signal for his troop to get out of the tree. The others below him dropped down and stood upright, looking through the tall grasses while they foraged for breakfast. Fang studied all of them and his eyes settled on one particular female who was walking off by himself. He snorted derisively at her. She was an outcast, at the lowest social strata in their group. She had come from another
Thinking of You Part 1Thinking of You Part 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A cool summer day, brisk July evening. Everyone was giddy and excited for the upcoming Fourth of July Firework show. Even with the war still raging on, most of the men gone and the women hard at work, there were a few that were still there helping out best at home. But months ago before summer had even begun, there was a boy named Steven, a what used to be lanky, small blonde who had changed over the course of rigorous training and some experimental drugs that were runned by the highest of the high. At the time it was the dawn of a era known as Tony Stark's time to shin, though Steve and the infamous Stark had little to no contact, he did see him working along side Abraham Erskine, the German doctor who had worked somewhat with the previous Stark before his untimely death. Steve met that man only once, and had liked him but sad as it was he had been taken from the world too soon so his son stepped in. A sophisticated looking man from the clothing he wore, but from his manners- or there