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
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
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
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 Two3 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.
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
13: Peppermint: JohnLockJohn loves peppermint, especially when it´s tea. But Sherlock did NOT like it.13: Peppermint: JohnLock3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Put your tea away" Sherlock growled. "Why should I? I still want to drink it and it´s sooo delicious...!"
"I don´t like the smell, it´s peppermint!"
- "Well I also don´t like body parts in our fridge but I don´t complain. I also don´t say a word when you play the violin at 4 am."
Sherlock couldn´t win against John. He knew he was right, but still...
"John, put the tea away.... please."
This was the word he never had used before.
John looked at him surprised.
"So you... beg me to put it away...?"
Sherlock nodded. John drank the tea right after that, stood up and went to him.
"Thank you, honey." He leaned against Sherlock, hugging him.
A bit puzzled but happy, Sherlock also hugged him.
- Well... I think I´m going to use this word more often... - he thought.
Avengers fic: Why shouldn't they be trusted?Warning contains M/M (Male/Male) love and strong language.Avengers fic: Why shouldn't they be trusted?3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Other then that its a fluff so far... Enjoy :3
Chapter 1: Welcome to the Avengers tower~
The early autumn light drifted in through the gap in the curtains, shining straight over Tony's eyes. He groaned loudly and grabbed a pillow to cover his face. Tony Stark didn't like to be woken up by the sun; it meant it was early morning with how it was coming through the curtains. Wait a second, Tony removed the pillow from his head and opened one eye slowly. He was in his room? Still he was wearing the white grease stained sweat shirt and jeans from last night but how did he get from his workshop up here?
"Jarvis?" Tony groaned as he sat up in bed, he rubbed his eyes with the back off his hand and yawned heavily. What time as it? How did I get up here? Where only a few things buzzing through Tony's brain right now.
"Yes Sir?" Jarvis replied throug
Sock It To HimSanta Claus delivers everywhere, and the Doctor finds a stocking on his door...Sock It To Him3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
The Doctor stepped out of the Tardis, there was a sock pinned to the door.
He reared back in surprise and brushed his quiff out of his eyes. Yes, it was still there. He looked around. The Tardis was sitting on a grassy hillside, it was a quiet, dewy morning, the sky just lightening with peach and birdsong.
His Companion had requested a setting where she could take a morning stroll without having to worry about monsters or weird alien plants. Someplace pretty, but boring.
He'd landed them in the Lake District in the 18th Century. As usual, his Companion had overslept. She wasn't really good at mornings. For whatever that was worth in the Tardis.
He stared at the sock on his door.
It was a Christmas stocking. Traditional white ruff and red foot shape. As long as his arm. He looked around the hillside, there was no one around that he could see.
He reached up and pulled the stocking free. It had been sec
Avengers fic: Why shouldn't they be trusted? P.2Warning contains M/M (Male/Male) love and strong language, oh and the god of Mischief!Avengers fic: Why shouldn't they be trusted? P.23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Other then that its a fluff so far... Enjoy :3
Chapter 2: Hidden 40 miles away (also known as nowhere...)
Scouting up in tree's yeah that was Valentin's idea of a Friday night, well strictly her idea of a Friday night for the past 6 months had been either scouting or sleeping, depending on times that is. But at 8pm when you're scouting for a GOD in a tree somewhere 40 miles from Edinburgh, it gets a little boring. The worse thing was she was alone, and it was cold, very VERY cold.
"WALTER, what's the temperature" Valentin said pulling her scarf higher to cover her chin. It was cold, and she really didn't want to shift in the middle of a forest, she'd rather be cold then be covered in fur right now. Well she already was strictly... Her long grey hair with bright blue streaks stood out on a normal person let alon
9: Ice Skating"I can´t do this... I don´t like it, John."9: Ice Skating3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You´ll be able to skate, Sherlock, don´t worry. Look, I´m going to help you. Give me your hands."
John reached out for Sherlocks hands, pulling him away from the edge of the rink.
He stood very insecure on his skates, dangling a bit.
"Fokus your weight on the middle of your body. Good, good... no move your feet forward... yes! That´s it!"
Sherlock was able to skate a bit with John´s help. Both smiled happily and they went on training.
30 minutes later, he was able to run over the rink without help. Slowly, but on his own.
John and Sherlock skated side by side, talking about everything. After a while, they spotted Anderson and his wife. She was acting well on the ice, but not Anderson. He fell down - twice.
"Thinking about dinosaurs won´t help him" whispered John and Sherlock started to giggle.
"I still think one of his dinosaurs ancestors is the reason they became extinct. He was too stupid to
10: Frost: JohnLockIt was cold in London. Snow was falling down slowly and turned everything white.10: Frost: JohnLock3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was the 5th day that everywhere was snow. But nothing stopped the criminals. Nothing.
Sherlock and John were standing near a crime scene. A brutal murder. Sherlock already had deduced everything Lestrade and the cops had to know about this. The two were on their way home already.
"How can you be so... without emotions when you see a dead person? It does not touch you? Not at all?" John asked Sherlock directly.
"No, not really - no John, let me finish speaking. I don´t feel anything because I got used to corpses. Also, the person would not want to bemourned from strangers. Family and friends, yes. But strangers? I think we should find the murderer instead of crying."
John didn´t answer for over minutes.
"Yes... I understand this..."
He squeezed Sherlock´s hand a bit more.
"But it´s a good thing that you think about them", Sherlock added, "Because if there should be something like
You Look Time Lord Part 4Chapter FourYou Look Time Lord Part 43 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
"Wow, this is quite a big cave," the Doctor said as he led the way.
They were going down a stone passageway that was slowly going downwards. The walls were unadorned but they were at a point in time where man didn't do cave paintings yet. There were no evidence of anyone inhabiting the cave, man or animal, but there was definitely something here judging from the readings.
Every once in awhile he would glance back at their newest member. Runt was still with them but she looked a bit skittish now and he wondered if eventually she would bolt back up the passageway towards the safety of a tree. She was extremely brave but he figured it was because she was on her own due to being ostracized so often.
They walked for about fifteen minutes until the Doctor was stopped cold. In front of him was a steel door that prevented them from going further. He looked at Mickey and Rose.
"Definitely not something you see in your common or garden prehistoric era," he said to his companions.
A Bottle of Felix Felicis"Just swish your wand like- No, don't jab- Ahh, just- No! No no no, don't do that, that's how you-"A Bottle of Felix Felicis3 years ago in Romance More Like This
FWOOM. There was a collective groan as the Gryffindor common room was suddenly covered in a foul liquid.
"-Released the Stinksap last time." James sighed as he leaned back in his chair and passed a hand over his eyes.
"Sorry!" squeaked Lily as she raised her wand, wincing, to clear the mess. She paused suddenly, and turned around, eyes twinkling. "Actually, why don't you try?"
James started a bit and looked around wildly. He shrank a bit under the baleful glare of every Gryffindor in the room, and said uncertainly, "Um alright " He slashed his wand in the general direction of the room and pronounced, "Scourgify?" before Lily even had time to shout "WAIT!"
POOF. Now there was confetti on top of the Stinksap.
"Scourgify," said Lily hastily, and she turned back to James, who had collapsed into his chair again. "See, twirl it, don't slash."
"I just can't do it!" fumed James, wavin
Ron's Reminiscencefrom HP6, p. 449, in the common room, youll seeRon's Reminiscence8 years ago in Romance More Like This
I love you, Hermione, said Ron, sinking back in his chair, rubbing his eyes wearily.
Not until after the words had left his mouth did Ron realize how true these words were. Although he was sure Hermione would not take the words how he truly meant them, he couldnt help blushing deeply.
Looking back, Ron realized that it was in his second year that he thought of Hermione as more than his know-it-all friend. As Hermione lay petrified in the hospital wing, Ron found himself regretting all the unkind things he had ever said to her. It was terrifying to the twelve-year-old boy to think she would never wake up. She, from that moment on, became his first crush.
While Ron was determined to keep his feelings a secret, it became harder as he and Hermione got older. In their third year, Ron couldnt help admiring her as she slapped Malfoy round the face and showed true bravery and strength in saving a friend. Thus,
Racing"Hey Harry, race you!" Ginny called out, preparing to zoom back down to the soft grass of the Quidditch pitch.Racing4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Harry, whose mind had been pondering what exactly Malfoy had been up to these past months, was wrenched quickly from his thoughts. He flattened himself on his Firebolt, speeding up to where Ginny was hanging in the air.
She quickly caught sight of him and started straight for the edge of the pitch. Harry caught up to her in no time and even managed to fly a loop around her in her descent before landing on the ground just a few seconds before her.
"You jerk!" she yelled, laughing as she dismounted her broom and approached Harry. "Don't you know you're supposed to let me win? I am your girlfriend after all," she added with a cheeky smile.
Harry couldn't help but laugh with her. "Yeah, if you were any other girl, I'd let you win, but you wouldn't want that anyway, would you?"
She grinned. "You're absolutely right."
Harry pulled her in close for a hug. He couldn't put into words h
Hiding From the MaraudersHiding from the MaraudersHiding From the Marauders5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I stormed back into the castle and almost all the way to Gryffindor Tower, before I stopped abruptly in a seventh floor corridor. Going back to the dormitories wasn't going to solve anything. Not where I had books for other tests to study for that would nag at my conscience. Studying for Transfiguration wasn't going to get James Potter and all of his antics out of my mind. Even worse, my thoughts would be more focused on him. Darn him and his skill at Transfiguration. Maybe Potions... no, definitely not Potions, that would bring Severus to mind.
I started pacing up and down the corridor. What I needed was somewhere I could get my mind off of school, escape. The idea of music popped into my head, just before the stretch of wall I was pacing next to changed into a door. I stopped, startled. I wondered if the wall was pretending to be a door. I hadn't fallen for that antic since first year. I tiptoed to the door, looked around at the deserted co
Baby Fiasco"You sure you'll be okay?" Hermione looked doubtful.Baby Fiasco4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ron rolled his eyes. "Yes, Hermione. We'll be fine. After almost a year of doing this, I do actually know what I'm doing."
"I labeled her dinner, and how much she gets. Make sure"
"Hermione! Will you go already!"
Hermione looked slightly affronted, but kissed her husband and daughter goodbye. "Be good for Daddy."
Ginny chuckled and placed their younger son in Harry's arms. "Bye, love."
"You two enjoy yourselves." He kissed her, and with a last wave, the two women Dissapparated, leaving two dads and three babies.
Ten minutes later, all three of them were bawling.
Ron tried to get his daughter to tell him what was wrong, but seeing as all she could say was "Dada" and "Boo", and was too upset to even point at anything, he didn't get very far. He tried giving her a favorite picture book and reading to her,
go out with meRon banged his sweaty fist on the door. Better get this over with, he thought to himself. It's been three weeks since the war was over. It's been three weeks since he and Hermione had shared that fateful kiss in the room of requirements. They haven't talked about it of course; not that hermione hadn't wanted to, but there hadn't seemed to be a right time what with all the funerals and the post-war cleaning they had been caught up in. All in all, the past few weeks had been spent trying to mend all that had been broken from homes to hearts. It was going to be a while before everyone started feeling happy or even normal again, but at least the reality that the war against Voldemort had finally been won for good was starting to dawn over everyone and sometimes Ron glimpsed shadows of smiles and eyes getting brighter with each new day of victory. Now that the world has started to move forward again, it was time he did something he realized he should have done years ago; he couldn'tgo out with me4 years ago in Romance More Like This
LavenderHe was flying above the trees, with nothing underneath him for support. He spread his arms out to either side of his body and relished in the cool air that whipped past him. He looked down, and he watched as the choppy sea played just below his shadow. If he stretched his hand down, he could just skim the surface of the water.Lavender8 years ago in Romance More Like This
The longer he gazed at the cerulean depths, the clearer a face became on its surface. The eyes came first: dark brown and full of love. Then, the nose and mouth: both petite and gentle. Her whole face came together bit by bit until her bushy brown hair bordered her features and her mouth broke into a grin.
Hey, you, she said in the most delicate voice, giving him a slight nudge.
Ron opened his eyes fully and saw Hermione leaning over his bedside, her hair dangling over him just enough to tickle the sides of his face.
He grinned at seeing her first thing in the morning; it was quite a change from the strident orange posters he was accustomed to seeing.
Hearts (prelude/Chapter 1)John looked up from his notebook and looked across the playground. A small, somber boy, probably around the age of six, was looking steadily back at him. John eyed him curiously from the other side of the playground, across the sea of children yelling and playing. The other boy seemed to be trying to read his mind from across the playground. John shook his head slightly, trying to shake off the younger boy's gaze. He turned back to his notebook, and realized that he had been sketching without noticing. Blushing slightly, he realized his hand had drawn a truly excellent sketch of the younger boy across the playground. He glanced up at the other boy who was smirking as if he knew exactly what John had been doing. John's eyes flickered down to his notebook and then back up, but when his glance returned to the opposite side of the playground, the boy was gone. John had no idea who he was or why he had been watching John. He shook his head once again and returned to his notebook.Hearts (prelude/Chapter 1)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was the
A Little Christmas Paradise at 221bJohn awoke with a start, eyes wide open, breath coming out in ragged gasps. His fingers shakily found the still-warm impression of a head on the pillow next to his, reassuring him that the nightmare of Sherlock dying was simply that – a nightmare. He allowed himself to linger in bed for a while longer, feeling the memories of the past few months lazily chase around in front of his eyes – that moment when three years later, he'd seen Sherlock sitting in his armchair one evening after John had limped back from work in the pouring rain; the easy way in which they had fallen together; the way their lives seemed so uncomplicated now, their own personal battles and demons fought and won.A Little Christmas Paradise at 221b3 years ago in Romance More Like This
A loud "John, JOHN! Get yourself downstairs, will you?" jolted him from his reminiscing, and John obediently scrambled for his robe and slippers, and yawning made his way to Sherlock. The air was dense with the acrid smell of burnt bacon and toast making his throat clench and eyes water, and – hey –Sherlock
Sherlock: Sick and tired. 5 Of 6Sherlock: Sick and tired. 5 Of 63 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock: Sick and Tired.
Chapter Five: I hate you John Watson.
I am amazingly warm, calm and comfortable. I am in bed in the flat- no I am outside in a grass covered hill, high up pointed towards the sun. Everything looks beautiful, there was no death or confusion everything was at peace and I could breathe in the crisp warm air of safety. Bird overhead chirping in a sing song fashion, it made me smile to be here.
I lay on my stomach feeling the warm soft grass under my skin, a hand touches my back. I look up to see Sherlock he was smiling down at me, dressed in his usual attire. His face is clear and still pale under the sun but he looked happy just being here touching my back softly.
"Am I dead?" I ask him and he shakes his head, "No, John." His voice is deep and full of life.
"I am dying then," I say but I couldn't help the smile across my face.
"Yes. No. Maybe," He responds shrugging a bit then leans down to kiss my shoulder; his lips felt like rose peddles.
"I am just here; I am