SH: After the Bombs ChapterIIILestrade had never particularly warmed to John Watson. He felt no real dislike for the man, more a disinterest. And Lestrade had never understood why Sherlock had suddenly decided to work with this army doctor. He seemed to bring no new knowledge to the table and merely played into Sherlock's vanity by regularly complimenting the - admittedly impressive - deductions the man made. Lestrade had suspected John Watson had been a tool to annoy the police. Something they should object to and something Sherlock could then demand to keep near him, thus showing them all that Sherlock Holmes was too important to obey the rules.SH: After the Bombs ChapterIII4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sherlock Holmes had not changed in the 4 - nearly 5 - years Lestrade had known him. His brilliance was the only thing that made Lestrade swallow his anger time and time again. The truth was, sometimes - just sometimes - he needed Sherlock's help. And he could swallow his pride and bear the insults, because at the end of the day Sherlock would help Lestrade solve the case.
BBC Sherlock - The Bored SongIf you're bored and you know it shoot a wall! (boom, boom)BBC Sherlock - The Bored Song3 years ago in Sketches More Like This
If you're bored and you know it shoot a wall! (boom, boom)
If you're bored and you know it, then your wall will surely show it,
if you're bored and you know it shoot a wall! (boom boom)
Sherlock : TextsThank you. Please, take care of him. Watch after him SHSherlock : Texts3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Oh, I know. I'll water him twice a week Molly
Don't, Molly. Don't try to joke SH
Sorry - Molly
How is he? SH
Depressed. He misses you Molly
I knew he would. SH
How about you? How are you? Molly
Bored. And terrified by food. That bigos thing looks strange SH
Oh! I heard it's good! Fetch me some? Molly
How? I won't be in London for... I don't know how long SH.
Here, have a picture of bigos SH
You're right. It looks strange Molly
He got himself a puppy Molly
Oh God. It's worse than I thought SH
Yup. It's a bulldog. Gladstone! It's drooling everywhere and it's rather lazy Molly
He should have gotten himself a Labrador. At least he didn't call him Sherlock SH
He was thinking about it. I told him it was stupid Molly
Thank you SH
He has a girlfriend Molly
Her name is Mary. She's nic
The Art of TrollingThe Blog of Dr. John WatsonThe Art of Trolling3 years ago in Humor More Like This
He was my best friend and I'll always believe in him.
Hi sexy, it's me again. I'm bored. Let's play.
Rich Brook(geddit?) 29 June 15:23
I didn't actually shoot myself in the face, you know. Obviously.
Rich Brook(geddit?) 30 June 12:20
I've got your adorable conversation with Johnny-boy recorded on my phone, you know. Maybe I'll post it to Youtube.
Rich Brook(geddit?) 30 June 12: 34
"I want you to tell Lestrade, tell Mrs. Hudson, tell Molly – in fact, tell anyone who will listen to you that I INVENTED Moriarrrteeeee for MY OWN P URPOSESSS"
Rich Brook(geddit?) 30 June 12:36
And so forth. Amirite?
Rich Brook(geddit?) 30 June 12:40
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 1John bounced on the balls of his feet impatiently. What was taking you so long? The scheduling board said you had arrived over 15 minutes ago and you were usually efficient and quick with moving to your next destination, so where were you?Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 11 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Spying your older brother across the station, you crept up behind him with a mischievous grin and pounced on to his back. “You really need to be more observant, Johnny.”
He laughed and yanked you over his shoulder so he could sweep you up into a warm hug. “(F/n), you little brat! I was starting to worry. What took you so long?”
You giggled, pulling him to you tightly. “You always worry, you old worry wart. I was just delayed a bit. Arg It’s so good to see you!”
“It’s good to see you too, Squeak.”
He swept you off your feet again and you squealed, “John, put me down this second!”
When he wouldn’t, you poked his side lightly, causing him to
Incant and Deduct Part 8John was pretty excited about Christmas for once. Usually Christmas meant boring family occasions, Harry throwing a tantrum and eating too much. It was probably because his birthday was fairly close to Christmas anyway; he just couldn't get very excited. This year was different. This year the Triwizard Tournament meant he'd been able to meet up with his friends from Durmstrang (the ones on the Quidditch team and a few of the boys he'd met in the summer dragon training in Romania.) There was the prospect of watching the Triwizard tournament itself in the New Year. The school had decided that they would postpone it till January in response to the death of Carl Powers. And of course there was the Yule Ball. He was looking forward to an enjoyable occasion after the miserable business earlier on in the term, and it was nice to have an excuse to dance with Sarah.Incant and Deduct Part 84 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It didn't really surprise him that Sherlock wasn't exactly enthused about the whole thing. He'd only relented to John's nagging ve
ReichenbachOnce upon a time in a kingdom united,Reichenbach3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The angels and the demons so furiously fighted.
They battled on concrete, traffic lights and jewels
And belived they were better, although they were fools.
Up in the tower the devil began his plan
For the angel to suffer, and so the angel ran.
Whispers from knights at a round table
Stopped believing in the poor angel's fable
The genius was broken; there's no going back,
One name with a reference to Reichenbach.
But what's in a name, my darling, my dear?
Moriarty or Brook, there's still plently to fear.
And he stood on the roof with the sun in his eyes
And the devil was waiting to say his goodbyes.
Three people, three bullets, but this is so dull;
The devil left this world with a hole in his skull.
It dawned on the angel what had to be done.
He flew from the roof in the morning sun.
For a moment he faltered; he felt he was flying
Whilst the doctor on the pavement began 3 years of crying.
His body was broken and the angel was go
Incant and Deduct Part 3 SH HPIncantations and Deductions Chapter 3-In which the author discovers 'plot'Incant and Deduct Part 3 SH HP4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Whispering started early on the Thursday morning. Carl Powers, second year Hufflepuff, had never made it to his common room or dormitory the night before. At first Sherlock didn't think much of it; kids were always getting lost. Still, it was usually the first years who took wrong turns on the staircases or got led astray by some of the cheekier ghosts. A second year, missing all night was not unprecedented, but it still wasn't normal.
By first break the whispers had increased, become distorted and salacious as long hours passed and Carl had not returned with a bashful smile or delivered to the infirmary with some minor injury.
"Someone saw him going down to the lake, is what I heard. He's a swimmer, you know...."
"I heard he's been visiting the head of Hufflepuff loads and he went to see the headmaster the other day. Wonder what that's about?"
"His parents were splitting up..."
"There are an awful lot of corrid
Blood Fury - Part 7Blood Fury - Part 73 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The date. The date went exceptionally well. Being with John reminded me of the old days, before I was changed. Before when I felt emotions. After all the years of coldness the emotions just go away. John brought them back. Happy, gleeful, joyful emotions. I had smiled through the whole date. Even though we had been living together for quite some time we were able to talk for hours on end. We were walking him. John was holding my arm. I enjoyed it. His warmth on that cold night. My coldness. I really enjoyed it. We arrived at the flat. John unlocked the door. Before he could open it I grabbed his hand.
"John, I just wish to say you made me feel like I hadn't felt in years. I thank you for that," I said.
"Yeah, I had a great time too," John smiled. I couldn't help it, I smiled back. Our eyes locked. Ice piercing through darkness. Beautiful, soft, warm darkness. Without realising it my hand was on his cheek.
"John " I said. I leaned in and kissed him. He kissed back. The
Home- BBC Watson x Reader Chpt. 1221B Baker St.Home- BBC Watson x Reader Chpt. 11 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You wondered if your brother, Sherlock, would be surprised to see you or if he would have anticipated your return. You hoped he’d be surprised as you adjusted the duffle over your shoulder. You rummaged around in the pocket of your military issue camouflage pants for the set of keys you always carried.
You hadn’t bothered to change when the plane had landed, instead opting to go straight home in uniform, pulling off your jacket to reveal the white tank top underneath so you could enjoy the cool London air.
Quickly unlocking the door, you forced yourself to take the stairs slowly and with the upmost stealth even though you were itching to bound up them excitedly. You carefully skipped the squeaky step, holding your dog tags so they wouldn’t clink together as you did, and came to a stop in front of the door. You caressed the knob lightly with a slight smile- Home.
It was unlocked you noted, meaning he was home or that Mrs. Hudson was cleaning, but t
Incant and Deduct Part 4 SH HPIt's almost shamefully easy to get into the Hufflepuff common room then into Carl's former dorm. No one questions their presence or even seems to notice as a bespectacled, loping and unrecognizable Sherlock, cloaked John and a decidedly jumpy Greg head towards one of the many round doors which lead to the dormitories. The fact that they pass several students and no one pays them any heed is of no surprise to Sherlock. Everyone is understandably quiet, lost in their own thoughts. Some people are by themselves staring into space, some huddled in little groups, offering comfort.Incant and Deduct Part 4 SH HP4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They pass quickly down the warren like corridor which leads to Carl's shared dorm. Fortunately the room is empty for the time being.
"If you'd told me what you were looking for," Greg is saying, "then I could have just got it for you." His arms are crossed over his chest and he's leaning against the four poster bed opposite from Carl's.
"Well yes, that's all very well and good, but I don't know what I'm
SH: After the Bombs Chapter ISherlock was staring at John. The conversation was one-sided, but that was nothing new. As was John's vacant stare. Sherlock was sitting in his own chair, leaning back while staring at John's gleaming forehead. Sherlock's hands were under his chin, fingertips touching. He did this so often he was scarcely aware of doing it now.SH: After the Bombs Chapter I4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Without warning, Sherlock leaped to his feet. Suddenly irritated by John's silence. Stepping on the coffee table to get to the couch, Sherlock deliberately didn't look at the plastic face that seemed to be accusing him of not caring about people. Sherlock let himself fall on the couch and rolled over on his side, his back turned to the room. But mainly turned to John.
Sherlock couldn't remember why he had kept the dummies, but he'd had both of them stuffed in his bedroom closet. He'd put John's dummy in John's chair, telling himself he'd simply done that to have something to bounce ideas off. And honestly, the dummies input was about as useful as John's input ha
SH: After the Bombs Chapter IIJohn swallowed. Desperately he looked around the room. Expecting an envelope or a phone. In his panic, John could only think of the last time Moriarty had send Sherlock a message. The case he had come to call The Great Game.SH: After the Bombs Chapter II4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Lestrade's brow furrowed. He looked at Sherlock then at John. He seemed unsure whether to show it to them. But eventually he signalled to someone standing behind Sherlock and John. It was Donavon. As usual she did little to disguise her hatred for Sherlock, however she didn't say anything and the short glance toward John told Sherlock this wasn't going to be pleasant.
Donavon handed over a small plastic evidence bag. Lestrade took it and held it up so both John and Sherlock could see its contents. It was a small scalpel. Clean and shining, but all the more terrifying for it.
John felt trepidation building inside, but he couldn't understand why. And why had Lestrade thought this was a message for Sherlock from Moriarty? It was just a knife, a scalpel, it was
When He WakesJohn stirs. Slowly his senses awaken and return as consciousness washes over him.When He Wakes3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The first thing he becomes aware of is the sound of muted voices and music coming from near by. His foggy mind slowly processes them; noting that he doesn't recognize them.
Then comes scent; the aroma of stale Chinese take-away. And another aroma delightfully sharp and crisp that he can't place but he knows is very familiar. He's rather fond of that scent; if he could just recall what it is. Then he becomes aware of the fact that his bed is longer and narrower than he recalls.
Wait - bed? He's not in bed.
Couch. In front of the TV. That makes sense.
Actually it doesn't. Why is he on the couch?
His groggy mind manages to recall details from the night before.
They'd just finished a case two days ago and Sherlock hadn't had the chance to succumb to boredom and black moods yet. So it was an unusual chance for the two of them to spend a companionable evening together befitting two friends. John sugg
Blood Fury - Part 18Blood Fury - Part 183 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The full moon peered through the forest, its light touching everything in its path, giving a mysterious and mystical feeling to the place. Even more since it was a Blue Moon. I had no idea why they called it a 'Blue Moon.' It's even not blue. But it was beautiful. I enjoyed it. It was the one good thing from this stupid trip Sherlock sent me on. I love the guy, but sometimes he is just plain crazy. Why the hell would I want to go out in the middle of the night looking for a stupid gem? Why couldn't he freaking do it? He's the one who never sleeps. But no, silly old me has to go out and look for it. At least I've got the lovely moon.
I stopped still when I heard the rustling of leaves. My torch searched every bush around me. Probably just nothing, I thought and continued on looking for the blasted gem. More rustling. More looking. More nothing. Probably just some animals. I continued on. I stopped when I heard a low growl. My soldier instincts kicked in and I crouched down. M
Moriarty x reader Chpt. 1- The BakerWe need help.Moriarty x reader Chpt. 1- The Baker1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Those were the last three words that John had ever thought would come out of Sherlock’s mouth.
Even Sherlock seemed rather disgusted by the notion, but it was true nonetheless, and it wasn’t doing them any good to ignore it. He knew that there was something he was missing. He had been going over the case for days now to no avail and time was running out.
Sherlock scowled as he pulled out his phone and dialed the number of the person he despised most and waited as it rang twice before a voice answered, “This is a pleasant surprise Sherlock. But, as you know I’m very busy, I shall assume that there is a pressing reason for you calling.”
“I need to know where she is Mycroft.”
John jumped, had Sherlock just called Mycroft willingly? This couldn’t be real. He pinched himself to make sure which Sherlock noticed rolling his eyes.
“If that is all you are calling for then let me get back to my work because I shan’t be tel
Ice - Mycroft x Reader (Chapter One)Mycroft Holmes was a busy man. He was constantly working, protecting the citizens of Britain and even though he only claimed to hold a ‘minor position’ everyone who knew him knew better than that.Ice - Mycroft x Reader (Chapter One)1 year ago in Drama More Like This
Mycroft’s life was surrounded by threats so much so that on occasion he would almost fear for his life. So when it came to you, the one thing that could thaw the heart of the ice-man, he wanted to keep you separate from his work as much as possible. He wanted to keep you safe and protected and innocent from the things he heard and saw.
However that proved harder and harder as your relationship became more serious: and now, Mycroft was internally going out of his mind while he maintained a calm façade.
You should have been home an hour ago.
For most relationships this would seem controlling, but you knew enough about Mycroft’s work to understand his reason to fret about you. So the fact that you hadn’t returned home or, after checking, had actually been see
Sherlock : Dobrze wiedziec John Watson był wdowcem, ojcem, miał siedemdziesiąt lat i wciąż mieszkał na Baker Street z swoim nieprzewidywalnym współlokatorem Sherlockiem Holmesem. Przez te wszystkie lata wyprowadził się stąd tylko na krótki okres małżeństwa z Mary, ale po jej śmierci wrócił do tego domu wariatów. Potrzebował hałasu, wybuchów, części ciał w lodówce. Musiał mieć obok życie, nie tylko płacz dziecka. I Sherlock dawał mu dokładnie to, czego potrzebował.Sherlock : Dobrze wiedziec3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Spojrzał na przyjaciela, który w milczeniu mierzył sobie ciśnienie. Zaraz obok leżał glukometr. Dzisiaj wszystko było w porządku. Dobrze. Holmes ostentacyjnie połknął tabletki i spojrzał na niego, uśmiechając się sztucznie. Niemal się zaśmiał, codziennie odstawiali t
3 Pond talesMelody kept her eyes lowered as she hung her book bag and coat on the special hook with her name on it and shuffled towards the classroom, her braids forming a convenient curtain to hide her face behind, simply thinking: "What if they know?"3 Pond tales3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was definitely not in her nature to be shy and in the several orphanages she had been dragged into she remembered coming in all guns blazing and making friends and enemies quickly, but things were different here, things mattered. She didn't know very much, not even her birthday or exactly what year it was, but she did know that her entire life so far, the travelling, the strange whispering silences, the glimpses of half-dreamed monsters, the uncertainty, all of it, had been leading up to this moment and that her future would depend entirely on its success.
A large blonde woman smiled down at her and ruffled her hair, which deeply annoyed her, before asking if she was Melody in that stupid way grown-ups do when they already know the answer.
The Reichenbach FallThe Reichenbach FallThe Reichenbach Fall3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Together they fell
Through the dark abyss
Of heaven and hell
Rivers of red
Rivers of blue
It was a great fall
I'm telling you
Tears of loss
Tears of sorrow
It made one man
The Spider weaved his web
of hate and gore
And the Reichenbach hero
Was a hero no more
After the Fall"I've been expecting you," came a voice from behind the high-backed chair.After the Fall3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sebastian Moran stopped in the doorway, his heavy coat only half off.
"Knock it off, Jim, I've had a hard day," he muttered, shaking off the other coat sleeve and kicking off his boots.
"Oh, the little soldier had a tough day," the voice cooed sarcastically.
Sebastian hung up the coat, frowning slightly. The suicide had gone off without a hitch, so why did he have this sick feeling in the pit of his stomach?
"You kind of left me up there. Could've let me know I could disengage?"
The voice was silent.
"I said, you could've let me know," he repeated, his voice tinged with anger now.
The fire flickered, the only light source in the dusty old room. Sebastian peeled off his leather gloves, eyeing his prized kill, a Siberian tiger, mounted high on the wall.
"Hey, you listening?" Sebastian hissed, his ears burning a little. "You always let me know, what was the prob-"
Letters From a Ghost An unopened, wrinkled envelope was placed in John's worn hands. "Read," the old man's voice was commanding, and John was too tired to argue. Had it been any other day, he would have run from the old man, seeking refuge in the empty apartment of Baker Street.Letters From a Ghost3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
But it wasn't any other day. It was the third anniversary of Sherlock's suicide, and John just didn't have to strength to argue with this bent, haggard, and shriveled old man.
John Watson. Dr. John H. Watson John.
(the writing looked familiar; familiar to the point that tears formed in John's eyes)
Song of the Lone CenturionWhen I woke up in ancient RomeSong of the Lone Centurion5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Two thousand years away from home
A lump of plastic for a heart
My girl, I swore I'd do my part.
Two thousand years may seem too long
But Heaven knows, love is that strong
The slow path I said I would take
Two thousand years, then you would wake.
I'd never known that years had wings
Until I'd seen a hundred springs
A hundred springs, with winters too
My girl, what is this man to do?
For years have wings but days drag on
As I stand by through times long gone
For I stand tall where others chafed
My girl, I swore to keep you safe.
A hundred springs with winters too,
Do you still know that I loved you?
There in your long enchanted sleep
Unknowing bliss, in dreams so deep
I'll tell you, though you cannot hear
I'm not a hero, I feel fear
This world is such a restless place
So lacking order peace or grace
When will I see your face?
Meanwhile They guessed, but little knew
The decades passed, the tales grew
They told of one in Roman garb
Whose duty was to ever gua