SH:HP fic - Chapter TwoCHAPTER TWO SH:HP fic - Chapter Two4 years ago in Fan Fiction
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~ 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
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 13 years ago in General Fiction
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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
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~ 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
SH: The Science of FallaciesIt was a chilly night when I went out of my room hurriedly. I didn't bother to react to the mess left in the kitchen which I supposedly had cleaned earlier that day, nor to the fact that a disembodied hand littered the coffee table, nor to the fact that the person responsible for everything was slumped in the couch, twirling my revolver like it was a toy. I was already late and I didn't have time to reprimand anyone, especially a highly-functioning sociopath.SH: The Science of Fallacies4 years ago in Fan Fiction
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"Sherlock, I won't be here for tea." I announced as I grabbed my coat from the hanger.
"Another date with Sarah, I presume." he replied, still toying with the revolver.
"Deliciae... I don't think I've been there before." he added.
I didn't question how he figured out I was going out with Sarah, as it may have been obvious, though it baffled me as to how he knew which restaurant I was planning to take her. Not that I was gonna ask him, anyhow.
"Yes, I heard it was a good restaurant. They say the food's perfect for anyone, so