Cheating"I'm so bored!" Sherlock sighed and slumped into his armchair.
John has been gone for three days now and Sherlock hasn't even got a text from him. Should he text him? Would calling him be out of the question? Was he over thinking this?
Sherlock pulled out his cell phone and dialed John's number, placing it to his ear. It rang three times, and then John's voice picked up.
"Sherlock? Hi!" He was giggling.
"Oh, John! You're soooooo strong!" Some woman's voice purred faintly.
"Oh stop!" John giggled again, away from the phone.
"John?" Sherlock asked, his heart racing from anger and hurt.
John laughed a little. "Emmmm Sherlock I Emmmmhmhm I have to go Emmmm!" Then, the line went dead.
A thousand thoughts raced through Sherlock's head as he sat there, his phone ringing with that long continuous beep that sounded when a call has been dropped. What was John doing? Was he drunk? High? No, his words weren't at all slurred. Was he cheating?
Sherlock dropped his phone witho
A Week Without John"Morning Sherlock." John said as he entered the kitchen in his robe and opened the fridge.A Week Without John3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Arms wrapped around John's waist as Sherlock's chin rested on his shoulder. John froze, hand half wrapped around the milk.
"Good morning." Sherlock smiled.
Sherlock's hand was wrapped around the belt that held John's robe closed. He pulled it slightly till the knot was threatening to fall apart, revealing John's body underneath.
"May I, John?" Sherlock asked biting John's ear.
John moaned and giggled, closing his eyes. Sherlock pulled the string a little more, almost having it fall apart.
Did Sherlock know?
The knot broke and the robe fell open, revealing John's body and boxers. As the cold breeze hit his skin, he gasped.
"Sherlock... Is this because I'm... ohhhh..." Sherlock bit John's neck then stopped.
"You're what?" Sherlock asked slowly.
John sighed, upset that he interrupted what could have been a great time, and closed the fridge door. He turned towards Sherlock.
"Sherlock... Read th
Morning LipsGood morning you." John said cheerfully as he walked out of the kitchen to see Sherlock slumped in his armchair, his feet dangling over the edge and his head propped up on his hand.Morning Lips3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hummm?" Sherlock asked, raising his head just enough to look at John. "Oh, Good morn-"
John came up to him and kissed him on the cheek. Sherlock, shocked, sat up a little more and watched as John went over and sat down in the chair across from Sherlock. John smiled, noticing he was staring.
"You okay?" John asked beaming.
"You just..." Sherlock began, then stopped mid-sentence and touched his cheek with his fingertips, smiling. "Yeah." He said. "Yeah. Perfectly fine."
John smiled and started to unfold the newspaper. Sherlock stood, walked over to John, placed his hand on his shoulder and bent down, kissing him on the cheek back. John took a deep breath of contentment as Sherlock pulled his lips away and went into the kitchen.
-Oh Sherlock...- John thought, smiling and touching his cheek. -Today, your cheek
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Sherlock didn't have to wait long, as London was a center for criminal activity and the police needed his help far too often. Scotland Yard sent him case files home, so that he could look into them and solve the case for them as soon as possible.
Sherlock lay on the couch, deep in thoughts, but they were not about the case. He had solved it almost instantly, it had been an far too easy, boring case. Sherlock thought about his next move. Should he just wait, until John would get the sweets on his own? Should he put on an act, so that he wouldn't have to wait too long, until John would think that the case was difficult for Sherlock? No, he would wait, even if he wasn't the most patient person. It was highly probable that John would look through it if Sherlock put on an act. John did most of the time. Waiting would be the best solution. His hands moved up to his chin, resting on his chest. This was so boring. A small smile played on Sherloc
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A week passed without one of them talking about what happened. Sherlock was surprised that John wanted him to admit defeat. He had expected that John would want to talk about their kiss. That he would be mat at Sherlock for kissing him. That he would just buy him the patches, but not that John would strike back. Sherlock had of course noticed right away what John wanted to do, but he didn't mind, no. Quite the opposite was the case.
Truth was, Sherlock didn't want the patches anymore; he wanted to kiss his good doctor again. It had felt so good. It had felt like nothing he had felt before. He had kissed a few people, back in his college days, but he had always felt disgusted by their saliva mingling with his own.
John was different, his exception. Sherlock had found himself touching John whenever he could without being too obvious. John had been more observant than he usually was, catching Sherlock staring at him out of the corner of his e
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Sherlock gasped in surprise at John's unexpected reaction. The consulting detective knew that John had liked, no had found the kiss arousing. Not only because of the delicious noises he had made, but also because of his dilated pupils. John slid his tongue over Sherlock's teeth, trying to get the candy back. Sherlock moved his hand from John's cheek to his shoulder in order to steady himself, his knees threatening to give out under him. His heart raced at a rapid speed and he couldn't think clearly anymore, partly because of the lack of oxygen and partly because of his proximity to John.
The other mans tongue skimmed over his and Sherlock gasped, opening his mouth further. John pulled away slowly, leaving Sherlock panting and gasping for breath. A satisfied smirk appeared on Johns wet lips. Sherlock hadn't noticed in the passion of their kiss, that his doctor had taken his candy back.
"Let's call it a tie" Sherlock nodded weakly bef
Looks StunningWith John still in the hospital, it was tediously boring and quiet in the flat. It was back to the way it was before John walked into Sherlocks life, and Sherlock hated it. Sherlock never noticed how much he needed John to be with him. He knew that he couldn't live without him, but he never really knew how much it would hurt. Sherlock paced the flat, looking for something to do. Nothing.Looks Stunning3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Slowly, he walked into the kitchen, then towards his bedroom. John's door was slightly opened, unclosed from the rush of the ambulance getting him out of the flat, and Sherlock close behind in a cab. He paused, staring at the door and slowly pushed it open. He gently pushed the door closed behind him and walked into the room fully. Standing next to John's bed, he took a deep breath. That rush of John, vanilla and tangerines. Sherlock laid down on his bed, John's smell surrounding him, then, he took the bed sheet and wrapped himself in it, over his head. He inhaled deeply, breathing John in. Breat
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The case Sherlock was working on was far from being solved. Although he should have enough information to do so there was no progress. Sherlock couldn't think of the right conclusion that fitted all the facts. All possibilities he thought of left something that didn't fit the facts. So Sherlock's mood wasn't the best and John had gone out to buy something sweet to eat.
Sherlock noticed that he was out of nicotine patches, which was pretty bad in his current state, but he was too lazy to text John about this problem. He decided that he would wait until the doctor would come back and then ask him to buy him some.
An hour had passed when he heard John coming upstairs, and he bent his head a little when the door opened so that he could look at John.
"John could you get me some nicotine patches?" he saw John's mouth twitch. Maybe he should have texted him after all, but his mobile was in his coat. It never crossed his mind to go a
snowwhite and the doctor (sequel, Johnlock)About two to three hours were passed by but John was still not there. Sherlock sat in his chair, thinking about what had happened. What did John say?snowwhite and the doctor (sequel, Johnlock)3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"I have had a crush on you since we met and all you can do is fool me? It's no surprise no one likes you!"
Sherlock sighed and shook his head. His flatmate, John Watson, the guy who claimed everyday that he wasn't gay, had a crush on him? That couldn't be. But then he remembered the kiss. John had been the one who kissed Sherlock, not the other way. Whatever, Sherlock thought. He was sure, that John would come back soon. If not, he probably would stay at Sarah's, because every time when they had a dispute, the doctor ran to Sarah. That meant, that Sherlock hadn't to worry about John, but he still did.
The detective sighed again, rose from his chair and looked out of the window. Dark clouds were hiding the starry sky and Sherlock knew there would be a snowstorm soon. Of course John would be back before the storm, except he would sta
Single: part 1Sherlock woke up groggily one morning, for once, it seemed just too early to be eight. The sun seemed to bright as he stood and opened his curtains, hissing a little as it hit his eyes. He shuffled his feet to the kitchen, seeing John, already up for once, before him.Single: part 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Morning." Sherlock yawned.
"You greeting me? That's a change." Was how John answered, not even bothering to lower the paper.
"What are you talking about now?" Sherlock asked, his brain just not waking up. What was wrong with him?
"Never mind." John still didn't lower the paper.
"You alright there?" Sherlock asked, something was off with John.
"Perfect." John answered over his paper.
Sherlock brushed off the confusion and walked over to John, placing his hand on John's shoulder, bending down, and kissing John lightly on the lips. John moaned loudly in protest as he pushed Sherlock away, falling out of his seat and landing hard on the floor, hitting his head on the seat next to him. He sat the
Glass Arm"Sherlock?!" John called, entering the flat, just getting home from the clinic.Glass Arm3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He took a few steps into the flat, then almost passed out from the smell, radiating from the kitchen. He grabbed the wall for support and covered his nose with his jacket.
"Sherlock!!!" John shouted through his jacket, the stench overpowering.
"Mhmm?" Sherlock answered, barely audible though the flat was silent.
John stumbled into the kitchen, leaving his jacket over his nose and sliding his hand along the wall, just in case. Sherlock sat on a stool, examining what looked like blood in a pipet. He swished the red liquid around, then gave it a long hard star, then looked up at John. John looked at Sherlock, then around the kitchen, which seemed to be a new place to hold all sorts of bodies and body parts. Arms, legs, skulls, heads, eye balls in jars; you name it. The smell of death wafted through the whole flat, and John felt sick to his stomach from the old, too familiar smell from the war.
"What in the hel
.:A Study In Sheet:.A bit of time had passed. Sherlock was still lying on the couch in his sheet. His eyes were closed but they opened every now and then. John was sitting in his usual chair with his laptop. He wasn't doing much, just surfing really. Without looking up from his computer, he began to talk..:A Study In Sheet:.3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"You're just gonna stay in that bloody sheet all day?" He paused, glancing up once and then down at the laptop again. He took back his question, "What am I saying? No case, no clothes, I see That should be your new motto. I'll put it on the website "
Sherlock shook his shoulders slightly, making himself more comfortable on the couch. "Still angry ?" He sounded.
"No, no..." sarcasm was John's reply, "I'm used to losing girlfriends due to your shenanigans "
"It's alright " Sherlock's voice was casual.
John sat up and stared at Sherlock with an expression that proclaimed disbelief. "How you figure?"
He heard Sherlock take a deep breath and all he could think was 'Oh, here it comes
The Downside of Dreams, chap. 1John stood.The Downside of Dreams, chap. 13 years ago in Drama More Like This
He stood stock still.
His lips were slightly puckered. His eyes were narrowed. His entire body was wound so tight it felt like it was going to shatter at any minute.
And he could tell that his was making Sherlock just a little uncomfortable.
The detective stood in John's flat, in all his trademarked dignity: dark grey peacoat with the collar characteristically turned up, hands stuffed into the deep pockets. A deep blue scarf tied around his neck, a splash of colour against his black suit jacket and white shirt. Dark umber curls flowing in spirals over his head, which he held high and mighty, like he always did. His face stoic and superior, as it always was. Infuriatingly so.
"At any other time, John, you would be running your mouth when I desperately wanted peace, and now that I expect words, I get silence."
And silence reigned still.
John's brain was overclocked. This was the man that should have been buried 6 feet under a plot of land in the local graveyard. This was the
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John sat up straight in his armchair as Sherlock stomped up the stairs with a couple bags of groceries. The doctor had to remember to close his mouth as he watched the introvert bring the goods into the kitchen and store them properly in the refrigerator, even going so far as to dispose of the oldest experiments in the back, which had started to mould over the previous week.
John stammered for a second, then gave up on wording and followed Sherlock into the kitchen. Curling his arms around the detective's diminutive waist as the last item, a pint of milk, was shoved into the door, John let his chin rest on Sherlock's shoulder as he gave a firm squeeze of affection. "What brought this on?" He nosed gently behind Sherlock's ear, eliciting a soft rumble against his chest.
"Why, I'm certain I've no idea what you mean," Sherlock teased, "I was just being a responsible flat-mate, like usual." He curled his fingers in with John's, who leaned in against him gently until he was pinned against t
The Note: DoneThe Note: Done3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Where are you taking me, Moriarty?!" John yelled as they weaved through the traffic.
Sirens screamed behind them and Moriarty just ticked his tongue in disappointment.
"Silly police want to play. Sad." He shook his head. He picked up the radio in the cab and pressed the button. "Ohh boys~ Someone wants to play~." He said in a sing-song voice. "Eliminate them."
"No!" John shouted as one by one, shots were heard and the police cars crashed into each other.
They turned a corner almost on two wheels and the pile-up was out of sight. John turned back to Moriarty in anger.
"WHERE ARE YOU TAKING ME?!" He shouted, his heart pounding.
He was at the mercy of a psychopath.
"Oh, Johnny~" Moriarty sang. "Johnny~ Johnny~ Johnny~ Where else but as far away from your beloved Sherlock as possible? You did the hard part for me, made him mad at you. What did you do anyway? I applaud you, he seemed steamed!"
"I-I don't know..." John said through clenched teeth, leaning back in his seat slightly.
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I need you to come get me...
They won't let me leave.
Why not? What did you do?!
I'm too drunk.
Ha! You?! Drunk?! There's a new one!
Ok, ok, I'm sorry. I'll be right there.
The pub on the corner right?
Would you stop laughing at me?
After all the times I picked you up from this pub!!
I'm almost there.
John walked over to Sherlock who was sitting at the counter. John greeted the bar tender, took Sherlock's wrist, and helped him stand.
"I can -walk- John!" Sherlock hissed, pulling his wrist out of John's grasp.
And he seemed to be right. He lead the way out the exit and looked up and down the street. Something about Sherlock, being drunk never affected him. He could talk perfectly fine, walk perfectly straight, think perfectly annoyingly as always... The only thing the alcohol may do to him is ge
John's BirthdaySherlock lay on the couch, his hands steepled under his chin, thinking. Tomorrow was John's birthday. They should celebrate. But how? A few ideas came to mind. He could throw a party. No, he thought. Sherlock didn't like parties; they were to noisy, too many things happening all at once. A party was crossed out on his mental list. They could go to the cinema. No, they tried that once before when they went on a date and John got annoyed at him for predicting what would happen. They also got thrown out because he was being too loud. Cinema got crossed out. They could go out. No, they went out too often, it wouldn't be special. Going out was crossed out. He could go buy a cake and just have a quiet night in. No, he can't buy a cake and hide it from John on such short notice. Buying a cake was crossed out. He could bake a cake. It can't be too hard. Just follow the recipe and it should turn out fine, right? Right. Baking a cake it is then. But what flavor? Maybe he could do a marble cake,John's Birthday3 years ago in Romance More Like This
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"Hey you." John said weakly, walking out to the living room and slumping down into the seat across from Sherlock.
"How are you feeling?" Sherlock asked, a little out of it, his fingers pressed together and raised to his lips.
"Not great... But well enough. Yourself?" John asked, closing his eyes and willing away the pain that pounded dully in the back of his skull.
"Like your lying to me." Sherlock said simply, lowering his hands and sitting up, looking deadly into John's eyes.
"Huh?" John asked dully, opening his eyes and staring at Sherlock quizzically.
"You're rubbing your temples, indicating a pain in your head; you're eyes are shut, more then likely to black out the light, again, headache looking likely; plus your body is tense. Headache, John?" Sherlock asked, even though John knew he already knew the answer.
"Yes..." Joan moaned, rubbing his temples. John sat back in his chair and closed his eyes again.
Suddenly, John's lips were covered. He opened his eyes sli
PleaseJohn is there again; at the cemetery. He spends a good deal of time there.Please3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
An "unhealthy amount" according to his therapist. But he doesn't really care what she thinks. He's really only going to a therapist so that his friends; mainly Lestrade and Ms. Hudson, don't worry about him to much. It's better to let them think he's recovering. They don't need to be fretting over him when they're battling their own grief.
He goes at least four times a week; and talks to Sherlock. There are so many things he never got the chance to say to Sherlock; so now he tells his tombstone. The cold marble just sits there silently; mocking him. Reminding him that no matter how much he talks; there will be no reply. But it doesn't stop him. He's not really religious; but he still likes to think that wherever Sherlock is; he can hear him.
"You know what I wanted most Sherlock? It's going to sound absolutely ridiculous.
It still seems a bit weird to me and it's something I've wanted since we survived the pool.
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Warning: violence references (crime scene)
"There's something not missing!"
John blinked, sharing a look of surprise with Lestrade. As odd as most of Sherlock's outbursts were, that was one of the strangest. At least in the last week or so.
Sherlock was pacing madly, hands fluttering and grasping at the empty air. John grimaced as he noted the red smears his feet left on the plastic path someone had laid down. Gore and blood lined the walls, even some clumps dripping obscenely from the ceiling, but the filth didn't bother Sherlock.
Nor him, really. Which spoke volumes about them both. Even Lestrade was uneasy as he waited for Sherlock's brilliant deduction and next course of action, refusing to move more than a few feet from John.
"What's he going on about?"
John chuckled, digging his hands into his pockets and shrugging. "I don't think we want to know."
"Shut up!" Sherlock snarled, whirling and glarin
2 years, 11 months, and 26 days Chapter 1John Hamish Watson was sitting in his favorite chair. Sherlock's chair. He had a cup of tea at his side and the telly was muttering some nonsense, but John wasn't paying attention to any of it. He was staring at a skull over the mantel. He couldn't bring himself to throw it away, no matter how creepy it was. John couldn't bear to throw away any of Sherlock's things. It had been 2 years, 11 months, and 26 days since Sherlock had jumped off the roof, 2 years, 11 months, and 26 days since John had died inside. He had not shed a tear, neither had he cried, nor moaned. It was as if the man had simply turned to stone and crumbled. John didn't leave 221 B Baker Street anymore. Mrs. Hudson would bring him his groceries and do his laundry. Sometimes, Molly or Lestrade would pop in for a visit, and they would chat for a while. Mycroft even came to visit once, and gave John some money to help him continue living in the flat. They all looked at him with such sad eyes, like he was broken. John wasn2 years, 11 months, and 26 days Chapter 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
The Only ExceptionJohn closed his eyes, listening to the pounding rain on the window. The rain always relaxed him, just the sound of the pitter-patter of water hitting concert, the way the sky darkened and everything just slowed down. John stood up and walked to his room, not attracting the attention of his lover and flatmate, Sherlock Holmes.The Only Exception3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
John returned moments later with an Ipod touch and some portable speakers. He set them down on the table next to him and fumbled with the cord for a few minutes. Sherlock looked up from his book and shot John a questioningly look.
John pressed play and soft cords from an acoustic guitar played through the flat. John smiled at Sherlock as "The Only Exception" by Paramore strummed softly. The female singer's voice filled the flat with perfectly hit notes that seemed so relaxing to John.
"What's that, John?" Sherlock asked, wondering why John turned on this noise.
"Music. Come on Sherlock." John reached out his hand. "Dance with me?"
Sherlock thought for a moment as
Single: Part 13Sherlock, uneasily, stepped onto the wall and looked down to the pavement. All his pain would be gone if he just...Single: Part 133 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Go ahead, end everything here. All your pain, and feelings, and heartbrokenness. All of it. Just. Jump."
"Moriarty... I made a promise to an old friend the other day..." Sherlock said turning around to face Moriarty dead in the eye.
"Oh?" Moriarty said softly.
"Oh. Want to know what that promise was? I promised that someone was going to pay. Pay for John's death. For my feelings. Pay for everything. And I promise, in particular, that that person would be you. If I jump, you're coming with me!"
"That doesn't seem at all possible, seeing I have no will to jump off a building and -kill- myself." Moriarty laughed.
"And nor do I..." Sherlock said slowly. "...without your blood."
"Now, Sherlock..." Moriarty smiled that evil grin of his. "...Just end it. You can be with your sweetie, John, if you just jump. All your problems and heartache would be over! You two can be h
The First Breath After ComaThree years, four months, eighteen days and seven hours. That is precisely the amount of time that Sherlock has taken to return to England, to 221b Baker Street, to John. All loose ends have been tied up not neatly, because it had been harrowing, dangerous and painful. But after all this hunting, searching and waiting, finally it was done and there was nothing more keeping Sherlock from coming home.The First Breath After Coma3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He'd ignored Mycroft's offer to send a car to fetch him from the airport, preferring instead to take a double-decker, to feel the familiar London air on his face and in his hair, and to think. Three years should have been enough time to think for most people, but then, Sherlock was not most people. He'd pushed every single thought of what was happening in England or would happen when he'd return to instead focus all his energy and ability on the present. He'd become a murder machine digging, burrowing, further, deeper into the web of crime until he'd eliminated the last evil s
Sherlock BBC - Like a VirginAs John was staggering up the stairs to their shared flat on 221B Baker Street and struggling to keep his balance in a really pathetic and futile impression of a walk, he thought that spending the whole evening in "Red Lion", drinking pint after pint, maybe wasn't such a good idea.Sherlock BBC - Like a Virgin3 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was all Sherlock's fault, as usual. A few hours ago he announced fervently that he was bored out of his mind, and, since there wasn't any interesting case available, it could be fruitful to go to a pub and try spying on people. After all, drunk clientele are more prone to spill the beans and reveal some juicy secrets. At least that's what Sherlock claimed using more sophisticated vocabulary and making those puppy eyes, which you couldn't simply refuse. The truth was, John didn't really want to oppose this time, because an evening in a pub sounded fantastic. He envisioned that a bit of unwinding will be a nicer pastime than chasing criminals all around London as they normally do. So John was quite glad whe