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)2 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 221b2 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
Johnlock - Merry Christmas, SherlockIt was Christmas eve and all John wanted to do was lounge around on the couch all day. It was a very rare day, seeing as Sherlock wasn't dragging him off to some murder case, or he wasn't at work. All was perfect, his room mate was doing some experiment, the telly was switched on right in front of him. He didn't know how it could get any better than this.Johnlock - Merry Christmas, Sherlock2 years ago in Romance More Like This
He looked up at the roof absent-mindedly to find something that he hoped he wouldn't see.
He pulled out his phone and texted Sherlock.
I told you not to hang mistletoe -JW
Why not? It's a fascinating holiday tradition. -SH
Plus I wanted the excuse. -SH
I though tradition bored you JW
Other times it can be useful. -SH
Yes, useful. -SH
In what way? You do realise what the mistletoe tradition actually is, right? JW
Yes, you've got to kiss someone caught under it with you. -SH
Well, uh yes but... Wait... Do you have a girlfriend Sherlock? JW
No, haven't I told already that's not my area? -SH
Well, yeah but the m
Sherlock: Sick and tired. 5 Of 6Sherlock: Sick and tired. 5 Of 62 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
Sherlock: Sick and tired. 4 Of 6Sherlock: Sick and tired. 4 Of 62 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock: Sick and Tired.
Chapter Four: Best Intentions.
Sherlock has been attached to his computer screen for the past two days; he has gotten better fever gone down and his throat better but still hurt him. I should have suspected one of two things, one I couldn't hold Sherlock back too long and the second that he was up to no good, no good at all. I should have suspected when he stopped pacing the floors or complaining, that something was off and when he started to mess around on his laptop for hours or check his phone every half hour. For some reason I ignored this and put it off as him trying to cope in indoor life while he got better, maybe Sherlock was right to be frustrated that people just don't think.
No I didn't question until I woke one morning tied to a chair facing Sherlock who was also tied to a bloody chair facing me. His head dipped swaying side to side; at least he wasn't dead, yet not until I got through with him. If we lived that long anyway, I looked around with ha
Sherlock: Is It Not Obvious? Part 1Sherlock: Is It Not Obvious? Part 12 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock: Is It Not Obvious?
Chapter One: Bloody hell Mycroft, you have such bad timing.
Note: I promise you all this is a Johnlock fic XD there is a subplot to this plot! LOL I just didn't want to confuse any of you. Alright carry on.
"I'm getting fat," John stated aloud not really caring if Sherlock heard him or not, as he pinched a small roll of fat between his thumb and index finger. John made a face looking down at it then shoved his jumper down firmly over his stomach, John wasn't sure if he could shower tonight without noticing it.
"Mmm," Sherlock grunted a late reply as he lay on the couch in his dressing gown staring up at the ceiling. John knew Sherlock could care less about his physical appearance as long as John could still run after him during a case. John could proudly say he could still do that even with the bit of weight gain, which was now disappointing him.
'It must be the excess of takeaway I've been consuming with Sherlock' John thought as he crossed the sitting roo
Sherlock: Is It Not Obvious? Part 3Sherlock: Is It Not Obvious? Part 32 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock: Is It Not Obvious?
Chapter Three: Perfect Sherlock being perfect, John thought,
Mycroft sat in his office bored looking out over London out his window. Such a tedious job watching over his brother all the time but what else was he to do, Sherlock need to be looked after. Constantly putting him-self in danger and gallivanting around like he was bullet proof.
Mycroft sighed picking his mobile off his desk but there was nothing new just yet to distract him for a few hours so he found himself looking through his contacts. He found Greg's name popping out to him and he found himself grinning as he started to text.
How are you this evening? MH
Mycroft waited for a reply that took nearly ten minutes to come to him.
Mycroft, do you have any idea what time it is? GL
Mycroft grinned shifting to cross his legs.
I am very aware of the hour, how are you? MH
His reply came three minutes later; Lestrade was shifting around since Mycroft had woken him. Mycroft found him thinking of a half-na
Sherlock: Youve gotten into my BloodstreamSherlock: Youve gotten into my Bloodstream2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock: You've gotten into my Bloodstream
"I think I might have inhaled you,
I could feel you behind my eyes,
You've gotten into my bloodstream,
I can feel you flowing in me,
The spaces in-between two minds,
And all of the places they have been,
The spaces in-between,"
Bloodstream - Stateless
Sherlock: "A jump start of the heart,"
A, symphony all of your own, moving with quiet grace, a structured, practiced flow of music in the form of skin and bone. Every dip, lining up with a perfectly high pitch of tone, anyways something unexpected in-between, something unseen that leaves you on the edge of your seat as if the only thing that matters is to understand the music. To figure out what makes it tick, what makes it fall flat or speed to a conclusion, what make it linger on a tone?
A Pandora's Box I thought I would never open.
A musical instrument I've learned and inspected closely, as perfectly balanced like strings on a violin. Every touch creates
Sherlock: Is It Not Obvious? Part 2Sherlock: Is It Not Obvious? Part 22 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock: Is It Not Obvious?
Chapter Two: "Sherlock is in love with you,"
"What do you want now?" John said with annoyance seeping from his words as Mycroft sat with his legs crossed and his tight lipped smile on his face.
"Just checking in of course," John clenched and unclenched my hands standing in Mycroft's office feeling a bit numb. John doesn't respond to him, just stares him down hoping he would get the point.
"Does my brother know about your little, midnight snogging?" John furrows his brow at Mycroft licking at his bottom lip, "I take that as a yes, poor baby brother," Mycroft shakes his head.
"What do you mean by that?" John asks him and Mycroft presses his lips together amused, looking down at his lap then back up to John.
"Sherlock is not good with expressing himself, but I thought you would have figured it out by now," John presses his eyes closed suppressing the urge to punch something, He hated when Mycroft was cryptic.
"Can you just get to the point?" John then says ste
5: Christmas Tree: JohnLock"We can´t assemble a christmas tree in our flat. It´s too small." John said while looking around. "Anyway, it´s boring. Why cutting a tree and decorate it? It looks better in a forest." Sherlock was lying on the couch - bored again. There was still no case to solve.5: Christmas Tree: JohnLock2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"But it´s a tradition to put a tree inside your flat or house and decorate it..." John sighed. "A small plant, at least? Please, Sherlock... this´d make me happy..."
Sherlock looked at his lover who had puppy eyes now. Sherlock couldn´t resist those eyes...
"Well, ok. A small plant with a small chain of lights... and more Mistle Toes. One is not enough." - "One is not enough?! Sherlock, you´re standing under this Mistle Toe once per hour! One IS enough! Also, we´re having "fun" every night in your bed, you even wake me up for this...!" John blushed a bit.
"But you like that." Sherlocked grinned.
"I´ve nothing against it, but you´re assigning me like hell... I still
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Sherlock: The Drunken Truth.
Chapter Two: The Understanding.
When I woke up everything from last night felt like a dream but when I tried to move Sherlock was there pressed against my side. His long limbs draped over mine, still asleep. I shifted my head to look at him, to really look at his beautiful face. He looked younger when he slept and he already looked like a very sexy sculpted baby when he was awake and about. I grin knowing how creepy that last thought was but it's not like anyone will hear me anyway.
I don't move an inch; I just lay there under Sherlock listening to his soft breathing. I could feel his heart beating against my skin, a pulsating point of energy with one objective, stay alive. It was strange to think that without that one organ moving constantly Sherlock wouldn't be here with me. I had no idea what to expect when he did wake up and I didn't want to lose this, this right now where nothing mattered but him laying here with me. This where there were no murders, n
Sherlock: Caring Is Not an Advantage Part 1Sherlock: Caring Is Not an Advantage Part 12 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock: Caring Is Not an Advantage Part 1
Part One: Is It Alright If I Come Home?
My best friend Sherlock Holmes is dead.
This building never looked so tall before, honestly Bart's was never the tallest of all buildings but when I look up now it hurts my neck. Its blinding and I could see Sherlock standing up there, his black coat sweeping around his legs as he stared down at me. I cannot hear what he's saying; there is nothing but a droning sound coming from my phone.
I think he's cry, but I'm not sure if I know he's crying or my brain is making this up.
My brain must be making this up, I must be dreaming, because now I am running. I am running through the empty darkened halls of Bart's looking for Sherlock. I was searching for the door to lead me up to the roof, my mobile pressed to my ear and I think I'm shouting or Sherlock is shouting at me but I cannot understand the words.
Opening doors that lead to nowhere, these doors are all dead ends hundreds of doors, if don't hurry She
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: JohnLock2 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.
2: Hot Chocolate: JohnLock"So... why did you bath in ice water again? For over an hour?!" John asked Sherlock a bit angry. Sherlock was sitting on the couch, wrapped with several blankets and still shivering. "I-it was fo-for an experim-ment" he said with a low and shaky voice. "You nearly drowned! I´m glad that I entered the bathroom early enough... you dozed away in the bathtub because you were supercooled...!"2: Hot Chocolate: JohnLock2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock looked away with guilt in his eyes. Not only guilt but also sadness. Because he made John worry about him. He had hurted him - again. Sherlock didn´t want to hurt him ever again.
"I-I am so-sorry.." he whispered a bit depressed. John sighed. "Stay there so you get warm again." He left the room, leaving Sherlock alone. Soon, he started to feel a bit better and did not shiver that much anymore. But he still felt a cold feeling in his chest.
John returned with a steaming cup of... Hot Chocolate?
"Here, drink this. It´ll help you to warm-up." John gave him the cup with a heart-wa
1: Mistletoe: JohnLock- It´s christmas time again... december started. God I hate this time... so much colourful lights around buildings, a waste of energy. Meeting the family, dull and boring. I don´t even want to see them... and there was no case for over two weeks.. I need one! -1: Mistletoe: JohnLock2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Sherlock, can you give me the chain of lights?" John asked Sherlock with a smile. He nodded and gave him the snowflake-shaped lights which John put on the christmas tree.
He just loved to decorate their flat and Sherlock likes to watch him doing this. Mainly because it made him happy, so happy he actually smiles like a child.
John moved around the flat and then it happened. He stood under a mistletoe.
Sherlock grinned and sneaked behind him, hugged John careful and lay his head on Johns shoulder.
"Hey, what´s wrong with you...?" John turned around and looked into Sherlocks blue eyes.
He just leaned down to him, kissing him softly on the mouth, wandering to Johns neck and biting there lightly. John was too surp
CigarettesSherlock was annoyed. Seriously annoyed. He had gotten up in a foul mood because he'd fallen off the bed in the middle of the night, and the fact that he had run out of nicotine patches and that there were no new cases for him had done nothing to improve his mood.Cigarettes2 years ago in Humor More Like This
Sherlock stormed into the living room, his dressing gown hanging off one shoulder. "Give me some," he growled at John. John looked up from his paper.
"Give you some what?" he asked.
"You know what I mean."
John folded his paper and stuck in the side of his armchair. "No," he said firmly. "No, Sherlock, we agreed: one month. It's barely been a week and a half."
"I need some," Sherlock said angrily. "No patches, no case, give me the package I know you're hiding."
"Sherlock, you said yourself it's impossible to retain a smoking habit in London," John reasoned, standing and starting to clear away the remains of his breakfast. Sherlock had refused to eat anything.
"I know you have them somewhere," Sherlock said, turning sharply. "
Sherlock: Searching out a Friend 2 ofSherlock: Searching out a Friend 2 of2 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
Otterlock And Hedgehogson11:43Otterlock And Hedgehogson2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
How's the case, my dear otter?
You look like an otter.
John, I was under the impression that it's illegal to consume alcohol while practicing medicine.
I'm not drunk! It's this thing I found on the internet.
What are you talking about?
People think you look like an otter.
They're obviously imbeciles. I do not in any way resemble a semi-aquatic mammal.
Actually you kind of do. They've matched picture of up of you and compared them to otters. The similarities are striking.
You are being absurd. Otters have long, slim bodies and relatively short limbs, with webbed paws. Most have sharp claws on their feet, and all except the sea otter have long, muscular tails. They are also covered in dark fur .What similarities does that appearance have to mine?
Well it's more the facial expressions really.
Oh? Do otters project an expression of utter exasperation at the level of stupidity that
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: Johnlock2 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
Secret SantaThe Doctor and River take Amy and Rory to a world where Secret Santa has been raised to a whole new level.Secret Santa2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
"Where are the sleigh bells?" Amy asked, rummaging through the boxes and bags scattered all over the Tardis floor.
Rory turned around, covered in Christmas tree lights, he had a neat loop of them around his neck and around both shoulders, like a bright bandolier. He was methodically unwinding them as he draped them around the artificial purple Christmas tree the Doctor had dug out of the hold.
"Not me," he said, sucking around the haft of a green candy cane. Amy looked up and shook her head in fond exasperation at him, only he would so practically hang lights on a tree that way.
"Not me!" the Doctor said from the base of the main stairs up on the console floor. He brandished a spatula. He was covered in frosting, a Rudolph the Rednosed Reindeer apron, and was building a rather lopsided gingerbread house, with liberal use of multi-colored frosting and sprinkles.
"I've got th
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
TeaJohn limped up the stairs into his flat and entered the kitchen to make himself a cup of tea. He had just paid his daily visit to Sherlock's grave, and that always made him depressed.Tea2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
When the tea was done, he limped heavily into the living room and turned on the telly. He'd never liked crap telly much, but he watched it now as much for nostalgia's sake as just to have noise in the room. It wasn't the same without Sherlock in his armchair yelling at the screen, though. But it was the best he had, and he could imagine all the times Sherlock had gotten angry at some stupid program that John hadn't even been paying attention to.
"Well, is he the boy's father?" John asked of an empty room. When only silence answered him, as it had for the past three years, John sighed and leaned against the back of the couch. He pulled Sherlock's old blue dressing gown over him for warmth, and fell asleep to the sound of the telly.
"You kept that old thing?" John woke with a start at the voice. He knew he
Sherlock: Sick and tired. 6 Of 6Sherlock: Sick and tired. 6 Of 62 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock: Sick and Tired.
Chapter Six: That Was Alright With Me, Everything Was Alright.
I wake with a start, breathing hard my limbs shaking. I cannot process my surroundings, I am to in shock, the dream I had I couldn't remember but I knew it was beautiful but what did I dream of? I had no clue. The last thing I remembered was Sherlock tied to a chair and a gun shoot. Am I at the hospital? I look around but I'm not in the hospital, had I dreamed about the whole thing?
I blink a few times realizing I was in Sherlock's bedroom, his bed my stomach flutters with a million butterflies. What happened to me, how was I here, how long of a time period had gone by. I couldn't tell.
"John, you are awake," I turn to see Sherlock standing in his door way, his cell phone in one hand. He was dressed in his usual attire, his blazer button up, slacks and shoes. His hair neatly in place but his eyes were so tired looking, and blood shot. He looked generally surprised that I was awake at the moment.