Trying not to love youYou call to me, and I fall at your feet
How could anyone ask for more?
And our time apart, like knives in my heart
How could anyone ask for more?
"JJJOOOHHHNNN" I heard my flatmate shout from downstairs his voice strained. He'd been gone for 2 weeks saying it was one of those cases he'd best do himself not even telling me as to where he was going. It hurt to know that he would rather do some things without me but I wasn't complaining to him if he still came back home. I rushed down the stairs and for the first time in 10 days set eyes on my flatmate.
My heart almost stopped at the sight of the blood pouring from his shoulder as he layed on the floor, barely conscious. I rushed over to him falling to my knees grabbing the first aid box from beside the sofa as I did so and let my medical training take over. Why didn't he take me with him? I would have stopped this! I could have been the one hurt instead of him and I realised painfully I would give almost anything for that to be the case
Must Be MadTitle: Must Be MadMust Be Mad3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Rating: Mild T (13+)
Summary: There are some things none of us understand. Things like falling in love with Sherlock Holmes.
Warnings: Slash. May trigger intense periods of crying over the cruelty of the BBC.
Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock. If I did, the series finale would certainly not have involved John Watson's heart breaking into a million tiny pieces.
Notes: This is kind of part of a series of fics (Must Be Mad, More Than I Am, Lovers of the Lost, and Of Course, Of Course.) They can be read as a series, or as stand-alone stories
The deductions of one John WatsonWarning - Slash! Don't like dont read.The deductions of one John Watson3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Disclaimer - I do not own Sherlock /3
and please enjoy and let me know what you think
It should have been obvious to me from the moment that that I walked into the living room at Irene's house that Sherlock was indeed in love with this women. The wonderful, mystery that was Irene Adler had caught the attention of my friend, my companion, my reason for living, Sherlock Holmes. When he thought her died the emotion he felt towards her, the sadness in the song he wrote, the sadness in even his cold hearted eyes it was almost too much to bare.
I had to wonder if he'd feel that way for me. Would he almost cry at the thought of me died? Would he run to the end of the earth to save me, like I know he'd done for her when he thinks I'm stupid enough to believe Mycroft's story of her death. Sherlock may have been able to fool his brother into his cold-heartedness but me it was more difficult. I'd seen the way her very smile had caused his heart to flutter
Home againAUTHOR'S NOTE: this is sequel to the story "A month after." If I were you I'd read that story first. Thank you.Home again3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock Holmes's returned to 221B Baker Street after his "death" 5 hours and thirty two minutes ago. And to be honest he didn't expect that reaction from Mrs. Hudson and John. Especially from John. The consulting detective thought Mrs. Hudson would faint and Dr. Watson would punch him in the face. Or somewhere else. But instead of that Sherlock saw his friend with hopeless eyes and the gun in his hand, ready to die.
And that's caused pain. Sharp pain inside Sherlock Holmes's heart. The feeling of constant grief has been living in Sherlock all of these 18 month. 18 month Sherlock Holmes was dead to his best friend. And 18 month he has been solving crimes in China, Japan, New Zealand just not to think about John's sufferings. But every evening, just like Mycroft predicted he watched his Doctor via cameras on Baker Street. There was time when the detective was ruining everythin
The violinThe ViolinThe violin3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
John's eyes flickered up from his dreary paper as the melodic, sad notes flowed off of Sherlock's violin. Sherlock stood with his back to John, his lean figure elegantly moving in slow, sad circles with his violin outstretched in his arms. The golden morning light curtained around his body, sending long shadows across the room. John felt mesmerised by the he played it with such ease, twisting and turning. The violin sang a sad song, and John almost found himself sad just to hear it.
Sherlock abruptly stopped playing, letting his arm drop and ceasing the song clumsily. John frowned, and quickly had the sense to avert his eyes back to his paper before he turned around.
Sherlock let the violin rest on his neck. He turned slightly towards John his eyes fixed on him as he tried to figure him out.
"John," He began, squinting in the light. "Do you play?"
John frowned. "Instrument wise?"
Sherlock nodded vaguely. He smiled slightly as John met his gaze and lowered his instrument.
Sherlock: Consequences IThe Consequences of Our ActionsSherlock: Consequences I4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"I am so changeable," Moriarty's voice echoed through the room, reverberating against the tiles, making it sound hollow. "You can't be aloud to continue You just can't."
The words did not matter. They could have been anything. It was the voice, that voice that seemed to crawl into your head and stay there, moving along the inside of your skull. Any of those things would not have mattered to Sherlock, he would not be intimidated so easily. Except Moriarty was something new. He could not judge his motivations, could not gage his reactions.
And the cold fear that crept up Sherlock's spine was starting to show on his face. His eyes betrayed it. His back was still turned to Moriarty, so he wouldn't see. But John saw. Sherlock looked at John. John's face was almost apologetic, as if this was somehow his fault. It wasn't a reasonable thought.
"I would try to convince you ," Moriarty's voice echoed through the hollow space. "But e
Be with youThere are many people who wonder why such a friendly, ordinary and above all, sane man like John Watson willingly tags along with the arrogant, one-of-a-kind and insane Sherlock Holmes. John knows this, and he also knows no one will ever actually ask him. They're all curious, but too afraid to step up and just get it over with. Whether their fear has to do with the possibility of having to speak to Sherlock as well is not clear, though it is the most credible option. Either way, it doesn't bother John that all these people dare to do is look at him from a distance, eyes filled with questions they are unable to ask because they're cowards. It gives him a sense of importance, really, a powerful feeling he's admittedly growing quite fond of.Be with you3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Of course, this does not go unnoticed by Sherlock. (Nothing ever does, unless it has to do with the latest winner of X Factor who everyone talks about and Sherlock walks away before anyone asks him about it. Ever since the solar system r
Sherlock-Criminal Mastermind 2John Watson sighed.Sherlock-Criminal Mastermind 24 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He and Sherlock's breaking and entering attempt was not going well so far. He hadn't believed Sherlock when the man had initially told him that all criminal activities the great detective took part it always went disastrously wrong but he was swiftly coming to realise the truth behind Sherlock's words.
John had nearly had a panic attack at the sight of Milverton's pet snake, Sherlock had single-handedly destroyed half of the man's furniture and they had been here for over an HOUR and they STILL hadn't found the blackmail materials they were searching for.
The length of time that they had been illegally occupying the property whilst the owner was at the theatre was making Sherlock jumpy and as such he was having John stand look out whilst he searched Milverton's study alone. John knew it was a worthy task, but after a while it did become chronically dull.
He sighed again. Then, reaching onto Milverton's desk, he hefted a crystal paperweight in his hand and held it up
BBC Sherlock - Day ThreeSherlock Holmes sat cross-legged in his armchair, glaring at nothing.BBC Sherlock - Day Three4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
How? How did Lestrade manage to screw up that badly? He had let a psychologically unstable, symmetry-obsessed serial murderer slip through his fingers with the result that a fifth victim had been killed. And NOW his methodology was evolving, the previous four victims had been men in their early thirties; the latest one was a seventy year old woman who had gone to the surgery three days before the first murder for a check-up appointment after a face lift. And as the killer's technique changed, the harder it would be for Sherlock to anticipate his next move.
Sherlock tangled both his hands in his curly hair and yanked in an attempt to vent his frustration.
A small meow made him look up.
Dante, his great-aunt's kitten was sat on the arm of his chair, looking at him. This was unusual as the animal in question was widely thought of as the spiritual reincarnation of Caligula and had the very bad habit of biti
BBC Sherlock - Day TwoAs the sun was just starting to rise on London, Sherlock Holmes lay on the floor of 221B and stared upwards. His legs were propped up on the sofa with his back flat against the floor, his sharp eyes writing notes on the ceiling.BBC Sherlock - Day Two4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Cases: Dundas and Moran.
-Posed blood stains which are mirror images of each other.
Purpose: Unknown, possibly symbolic.
Motivation: Desire to send a message? Obsessive behaviour? Self-destructive leaving of clues in order to aid the capturing process?
Method of manufacturing: Unknown, difficult to pose liquids exactly. Created with a pipette or stencil? Maybe a frozen mould which is then thawed to create the shape? Ask Lestrade for Molly's results on the blood to see if there is evidence of temperature changes.
-The cosmetic surgery at the same clinic. Had the two men met?
Briefly rolling over to check the notes Lestrade had given him revealed they
Sherlock-Criminal Mastermind 1John Watson stood in the doorway and stared.Sherlock-Criminal Mastermind 14 years ago in Humor More Like This
It was not unusual in itself for Sherlock Holmes to ignore him when he entered. John no longer took it personally; it was Sherlock's mind shutting out outside influences in order to help him think. Plus, to his credit, when Sherlock realised John was there he would throw out a hurried apology before asking for A) John's assistance on a case B) Someone to help him clear up an exploded experiment or C) A cup of tea. If John had done nothing else, he prided himself on teaching Sherlock some manners.
It was also not unusual for Sherlock to be engrossed in a variety of objects, be they of a case related or experimental nature. John had once come home from a long day at work to discover Sherlock energetically stabbing a dead pig which had been hung from the light fixtures. (When Sherlock had finished with it they had bacon sandwiches for tea. A scalpel is not wonderful for butchering purposes but when it's all that's available it can prove service
BBC Sherlock - Day OneJohn Watson sighed irritably and looked at his watch. Unsurprisingly his train was late. Probably the wrong sort of leaves on the line again. Either that or the entire thing had fallen through a hole in space and time and was currently being used as a chew toy by some beast from the dungeon dimensions. He had heard weirder excuses during his time spent on trains; mind you he didn't have a very good track record with that form of transport full stop. Something invariably went wrong. On one memorable occasion the driver, who had been trying to sneak a cigarette on the job, had dropped hot ash in his lap and accidentally set fire to his trousers.BBC Sherlock - Day One4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
John and the other bewildered passengers of the 9:00 to Norwich train had subsequently been treated to the driver shrieking over the intercom for one of the ticket men to come and assist him in 'putting his knackers out.'
He stood in Liverpool Street Station and stared vaguely up at the departure times board, getting jostled by the regular commut
BBC Sherlock - Rugby and ChaosJohn Watson was so drunk that if you put a wick in his mouth and lit it the sheer amount of alcohol in his system meant that he would probably burn for a fortnight or more.BBC Sherlock - Rugby and Chaos4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
His old regiment was back from Afghanistan on leave and some of the soldiers, both active and discharged, had decided to meet for a round of drinks and a catch up.
As soon as the small, tawny-haired man walked through the door of the Dozy Panda pub (bizarrely enough considering the unorthodox name it was largely frequented by military personnel as the food was good, the alcohol cheap and the landlord was a very strange man who provided much amusement . . .) he had been greeted with a bellowing round of cheers from his fellow soldiers and he couldn't have stopped his massive smile if he had tried. The relief upon seeing so many familiar faces was absolutely great.
John, being the amiable man that he was, was well liked amongst the soldiers particularly because, out of the twenty seven men in the room, he had saved fo
OmnipresentOmnipresent-present everywhere at the same timeOmnipresent4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
That's what Sherlock was to John. A constant presence in his life no matter how hard he might have tried at times to ignore him. If John were upstairs in his bedroom he could hear Sherlock below him, experimenting or playing his violin. If he were downstairs, watching the telly or writing his blog Sherlock was there again, sprawled across the sofa bemoaning the idiocies of humankind and the lack of creativity of the modern criminal. Even when John was at work Sherlock made his presence known with a barrage of texts and the constant worry that he would come home to find the flat in ruins.
More and more Sherlock had come to inhabit John's life. Even his relationship with Sarah had become infected by the consulting detective. More than once John had excused himself while on a date with her because Sherlock had texted him with some new case, demanding his presence. The man seemed to have an uncanny habit of choosing cases whenever the
Too soon*Welcome in YouChat* - 27th July, 3.36 pmToo soon2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
*John221 has entered the chat*
John221: Unbelievable. But I'm here.
John221: Is anyone here?
John221: Ok, this is utterly ridiculous, I'm leaving
John221: ..talking to me?
User1895: Well, I'm typing, actually
John221: So you're typing to me
User1895: Precisely. It's not very crowded today, isn't it?
John221: Do you come here often?
User1895: Not so often. Most of the time it's populated by maniacs and aroused teenagers
John221: I must suppose you're not one of them, so. Heartening.
User1895: What about you?
John221: I'm not a maniac, I'm just here to spend my time but well is not a good period to me and no, maye I should not talk about this to a complete stranger. My therapist suggested me to write a blog, so maybe I'm supposed to confide to you but I'm not sure this is the right way and . uhm, sorry
User1895: I meant: what about you? What's your name? How old are you?
BBC Sherlock - Mrs HudsonIn the time Doctor John Watson had spent with Sherlock Holmes he had learned many of the man's strange little idiosyncrasies.BBC Sherlock - Mrs Hudson4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The habit of sticking the post to the mantelpiece with a knife he discovered on the very first day. The emergency pack of cigarettes concealed in a small Persian slipper behind a stack of books took a while longer (It was unopened; much to Sherlock's pride the detective was doing remarkably well with quitting smoking.) The fact that, when Sherlock has exhausted himself with a case, his sleep is silent but on the rare occasions when he sleeps just for the sake of it he snores like a particularly troublesome drain unblocking took still longer to discover.
John had thought that he had found out all that there was to know about the detective in the near two years since he had first moved in with Sherlock. Although, he willingly admitted with a great deal of amusement, today had most definitely proved him wrong.
He had learnt three things today. One- You should never
Black Hole -REICHENBACH SPOILER ALERT!-I've heard people compare death to a hole, an empty space in your heart. And I'll admit, I used to think like that, too: I'd lost family, friends, acquaintences, patients, complete strangers, and each one seemed to take a little piece of me with them.Black Hole -REICHENBACH SPOILER ALERT!-3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Leave it to Sherlock to aim higher.
A gap would be an improvement to this black hole in my chest that seems to be sucking in everything, every part of me and every memory that was him.
He...the body...it...was stretched out, cold and still on an even colder table. They've left me alone. They've been leaving me alone a lot lately, as if they think I'm volatile.
Maybe I am.
Deep breath. Look at his face, John. Just do it. Even though it's worse than being shot, take a long, hard, final look at the chin and set of the eyes and remember their colour. Memorise the cheekbones and the mouth. Don't forget the hair, a mop of dark, curly hair that they've rinsed out, but you still can't help but picture soaked with blood.
My hand is shaking, but I
Omnipresent 2 Passion- an instance or experience of strong love or sexual desire.Omnipresent 24 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
John managed to stay civil through dinner and the cab ride back to the flat, not even pulling away when Sherlock subtly took his hand on the table or lightly touched his leg in the cab. But by the time the door had shut behind them at 221b he had decided he'd had enough. He wanted some answers.
"Alright, what the hell was that about?" he asked, fighting to keep his voice even once they were securely within the privacy of their own flat. It wasn't that he was really angry with what Sherlock had done, he would have been lying if he said he hadn't had a good time, but he was embarrassed and surprised.
"You said if we went out on Valentine's Day we'd look like a couple. I thought it most efficient, in that case, to make it an actual date." Sherlock replied, throwing himself onto the sofa.
John shook his head in aggrivation. "And what makes you think I wanted to go on a date with you? Or kiss you, for that matter?"
The Return of Sherlock Holmes7:30 am. John switched off the alarm and got out of bed, for a second, just a split second he was about to call out, "Sherlock, are you up?" but then it all came crashing back down on him like a nuclear bomb. He could hear them all saying it, 'Sherlock Holmes was nothing but a fake.' It made his blood boil that they could believe such nonsense, Sherlock was the best man he ever knew, and his best friend.The Return of Sherlock Holmes3 years ago in Drama More Like This
John walked into the kitchen of 221b and opened the fridge. Since Sherlock had died it had been cleared out. No more of his experiments lay waiting in the fridge. No more severed heads or eyeballs. It had been disgusting, but in a strange way John missed that. He looked at the bare fridge and thought to himself, 'We're out of milk.' A tear rolled down his cheek as he smiled, a small, sad smile. He made himself a cup of tea and went to sit at his desk. Sherlock's violin lay perched up against the windowsill, John picked it up and plucked at the first string, then the second, then the th
Baskerville Nightmares part 1Title: Baskerville Nightmares part 1/2Baskerville Nightmares part 13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
BBC Sherlock fanfiction
Warnings: Spoilers for Series 2 Episode 2 'The Hounds of Baskerville' and m/m slash!
'At last the pack makes a successful kill. After the alpha '
John Watson began to lose focus of the television screen as his eyelids started to droop. David Attenborough's familiar voice lulling him to sleep.
' then the rest of the pack will feed.'
"Should you be watching this?"
John jerked awake at the loud, sudden voice just behind his left ear. "What?"
Sherlock circled the chair and blocked the TV as he bent close to John's face, eyes assessing. "Should you be watching this? A programme about wolves, so soon after the Dartmoor Hound case?"
"The Hound of Baskerville case." John corrected. It was what he had decided to name their latest adventure on his blog. "It's been a week, and these are wolves Sherlock, not some red-eyed ginormous make-believe hound."
"Regardless of what David Attenboro
If Tomorrow Never ComesIf Tomorrow Never ComesIf Tomorrow Never Comes3 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Sherlock X Watson
Chapter 1 - Intoxication
If the world was simple, we wouldn't exist. Humans, no matter how much misery we suffer in, no matter how much trouble stares us down and no matter how far we are pushed to the very edges of our worlds, we less understand that we subconsciously crave for it. We seek it out and call its name from the dark, that way, we can never be bored.
John tapped away at his computer, occasionally rubbing his chin as he was accustomed to doing while deep in thought. A sigh stole away from his thoughts, the notes from the last case scribbled across the laptop screen.
Across the room Sherlock sat still, his morbid expression almost mirrored John's, he mindlessly plucked the string of his violin. He curled his knees to his chest as his mind rubbed itself raw with thoughts. The tension was broken by the muffled vibration in Johns pocket
"Mycroft" Sherlock spat
"Yeah, He wants to know how it's going" John mumbled before shoving