Home 2That night Sherlock slept better than he had done in weeks. No nightmares, no waking up screaming, just a silent, deep sleep. He woke up with the sun burning his eyes. A gap in the curtains where Sherlock had taken a sample of the fabric for an experiment was letting the bright white light stream through. He sat up and pushed the blanket John had put over him the night before away from himself. He stretched out his lanky arms and glanced at the clock. 1:17 pm. What? How long had he slept? He stood up and John's jumper fell to the floor. He lovingly picked it up and placed it on the armchair. He couldn't help himself when John had put it down last night; he just had to feel the softness against his skin. He had wanted to do it when John was wearing it but he knew John got uncomfortable about Sherlock invading his personal space. And human contact was not something Sherlock would do on an every day basis.Home 24 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He rubbed his eyes and walked into the kitchen. He was hungry; he hadn't been hungr
SH:HP fic - Chapter TwoCHAPTER TWOSH:HP fic - Chapter Two4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
~ Mercury ~
The call echoes down the corridor and John just rolls his eyes, clutching his books closer to his chest and trying to shrink into the crowd around him. It's no use, he knows. He's found that Sherlock's got a John Watson radar, there's no other explanation for how he keeps cropping up wherever John is. Including, on one particularly memorable occasion, in a broom cupboard where he was foolishly trying to hide.
The stuttering footsteps are getting closer, Sherlock's progress inconveniently slowed by having to weave his way around the press of students between them. John wishes he could Apparate within school grounds, it would make his life so much easier.
"John," the breathless baritone finally catches up to him, but John refuses to look over.
"I don't want to talk to you, Sherlock."
"John, this is important!"
"No, Sherlock, you've already tried the 'oh my god your robe's on fire' bit. Leave me alone."
"I need you to listen to me."
"I need YOU to d
SH:HP fic - Chapter ThreeCHAPTER THREESH:HP fic - Chapter Three4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
~ Jitters ~
Sherlock isn't difficult to locate. John finds him in the library, hidden behind a rather large and dusty volume, only his raven-black curls visible over the pages. John has to suppress a smile; even though the smug bastard absorbs information like a dry sponge, he knows that's not why he's here. The library is a quiet sanctuary where Sherlock can escape everyone else for a while and pretend like they don't exist.
Two pale blue eyes appear over the top of the book and regard him warily, but the boy doesn't speak. John pushes away from the jam-packed shelves he's leaning against, uncrossing his arms and moving to lean over the chair opposite Sherlock at the table. He keeps his face stony and serious; he doesn't want Sherlock to think he's been forgiven, he's just here for information.
Sherlock sets the book aside as John slides a small, creased scrap of parchment across the table to stop against his hand.
"What do you know?"
Sherlock looks do
Home 1He checked his watch again. Time seemed to be moving so slowly, a second seemed more like an hour. Normally Sherlock, when waiting, would spend his time analysing his surroundings and the people walking by, but this time he couldn't. He just sat there, unable to take his eyes of off the double doors. Waiting.Home 14 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
There was a woman he noticed out of the corner of his eye who kept looking back at him, nervous. She doesn't like the way I am staring no doubt, he thought to himself. The woman got up and took her daughter who was with her out of Sherlock's line of sight. He didn't care. It didn't matter to him what people thought of him. He could look crazy in an airport to whomever, it didn't matter to him, he would never see them again.
John had only been away a month. A friend of john's was killed in Afghanistan and John felt it was his duty to go out there and pay homage and see his friends still in combat. Sherlock didn't stop him from going, though he wanted to, but the emptiness,
SH:HP fic - Chapter SevenCHAPTER SEVENSH:HP fic - Chapter Seven4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
~ Breathe ~
John's standing in front of a full-length mirror he's got propped up at the end of his bed, tugging on the lapels of his dress robes and turning to the left to see what they look like from behind. Not bad, could be worse.
Leaning forward, he licks the pad of his right thumb and smoothes it over his left eyebrow, the one that had been a slightly different shade of blond until recently, when Sherlock had finally pointed it out and then reluctantly fixed it when John had panicked.
"But John, it's endearing." Sherlock had argued.
"No, it looks stupid! I can't show up to the Yule Ball with tie-dyed eyebrows!" Was John's frantic reply, and that shadow had flickered across Sherlock's face before he nodded shortly and waved his wand.
It's been happening a lot recently, John thinks as he straightens up and gives himself one last check-over. That flicker in his eyes. It's like his antenna needs adjusting, like he's got bad reception, and it only happens