The Simpsons: 10 Years Later - A Bob Con Chapter 1The Simpsons: 10 Years Later - A Bob Con Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Robert Terwilliger, otherwise known as Sideshow Bob had a frown on his face as he looked up at the banner on the outside of a building that said "Springfield Gamers, Video Game Convention" on it. He sighed as he looked down. "Why did I let myself get talked into this?" he asked in a thinking out-loud way.
"Because if you said no, your only son would throw a fit." came the voice of his younger brother Cecil who was standing beside him. The two had been dragged here by their sons Gino and William who as it turned out were really into video games which the two boys played quite a lot much to their fathers dismay.
"I am never going to understand these things or our sons weird obsession with them, for that matter." Bob stated to his brother as he crossed his arms. "I doubt any parent really does." Cecil added before he started to head inside the building, with Bob following him in.
Inside there was many tables set up and areas with stands that had people on them, talking. "Egad, how do they
CigarettesSherlock was annoyed. Seriously annoyed. He had gotten up in a foul mood because he'd fallen off the bed in the middle of the night, and the fact that he had run out of nicotine patches and that there were no new cases for him had done nothing to improve his mood.Cigarettes3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Sherlock stormed into the living room, his dressing gown hanging off one shoulder. "Give me some," he growled at John. John looked up from his paper.
"Give you some what?" he asked.
"You know what I mean."
John folded his paper and stuck in the side of his armchair. "No," he said firmly. "No, Sherlock, we agreed: one month. It's barely been a week and a half."
"I need some," Sherlock said angrily. "No patches, no case, give me the package I know you're hiding."
"Sherlock, you said yourself it's impossible to retain a smoking habit in London," John reasoned, standing and starting to clear away the remains of his breakfast. Sherlock had refused to eat anything.
"I know you have them somewhere," Sherlock said, turning sharply. "
TeaJohn limped up the stairs into his flat and entered the kitchen to make himself a cup of tea. He had just paid his daily visit to Sherlock's grave, and that always made him depressed.Tea3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
When the tea was done, he limped heavily into the living room and turned on the telly. He'd never liked crap telly much, but he watched it now as much for nostalgia's sake as just to have noise in the room. It wasn't the same without Sherlock in his armchair yelling at the screen, though. But it was the best he had, and he could imagine all the times Sherlock had gotten angry at some stupid program that John hadn't even been paying attention to.
"Well, is he the boy's father?" John asked of an empty room. When only silence answered him, as it had for the past three years, John sighed and leaned against the back of the couch. He pulled Sherlock's old blue dressing gown over him for warmth, and fell asleep to the sound of the telly.
"You kept that old thing?" John woke with a start at the voice. He knew he
Sherlock: Sick and tired. 6 Of 6Sherlock: Sick and tired. 6 Of 63 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock: Sick and Tired.
Chapter Six: That Was Alright With Me, Everything Was Alright.
I wake with a start, breathing hard my limbs shaking. I cannot process my surroundings, I am to in shock, the dream I had I couldn't remember but I knew it was beautiful but what did I dream of? I had no clue. The last thing I remembered was Sherlock tied to a chair and a gun shoot. Am I at the hospital? I look around but I'm not in the hospital, had I dreamed about the whole thing?
I blink a few times realizing I was in Sherlock's bedroom, his bed my stomach flutters with a million butterflies. What happened to me, how was I here, how long of a time period had gone by. I couldn't tell.
"John, you are awake," I turn to see Sherlock standing in his door way, his cell phone in one hand. He was dressed in his usual attire, his blazer button up, slacks and shoes. His hair neatly in place but his eyes were so tired looking, and blood shot. He looked generally surprised that I was awake at the moment.
Unwanted ( a kid!ock/wholock fan-fic)The young london school boy walked down the street as a dark cloud covered the last bit of sunlight. Then it started to rain. At first there was a tiny bit of sprinkle but then it started to pour heavily onto the surface of the earth. People ran for cover as they tried their best trying not to get soaking wet. Unlike the others, the boy just walked quietly on in the rain.Unwanted ( a kid!ock/wholock fan-fic)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"For once in your lifetime Sherlock, can't you just run for cover like the others?" A voice mumbled behind him. He turned to see who was behind him. "The death of that boy wasn't an accident, he didn't drown. The killer just wanted the public to think that he did." Sherlock grumbled. His brother sighed, then walked forward to shielded young Sherlock Holmes from the rain.
"Come on, let's go home. We can talk about the case if you like, wasn't his name Carl Power?"
The dark clouds started to scatter as the rain slowed down then eventually came to a stop. The Holmes brother walked on. After a long pause of silence, Mycro
Sherlock: Is It Not Obvious? Part 5Sherlock: Is It Not Obvious? Part 53 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock: Is It Not Obvious?
Chapter Five: "Yes, I am in love with Sherlock,"
John couldn't concentrate on Lestrade, the feelings were great but that was all it was a reaction to action. John couldn't enjoy Lestrade's mouth on him or the feeling of Lestrade's hands brushing over his chest. It wasn't only that John couldn't get over the one thought circling in his brain, a single name, Sherlock.
A tingling in John chest told him he needed to stop ignoring what Sherlock meant to him, not a crush anymore, maybe it never was. I am in love with Sherlock aren't I? John thought and found him suppressing the urge to cry. He knew the truth deep down and he knew he needed to talk to Sherlock about it, numbing the pain with Lestrade wouldn't be enough and it would ruin their friendship, John knew it would.
"Lestrade wait," John said pushing at Lestrade's shoulders; the other man took a breath before pulling himself up away from John.
"What is it?" Lestrade asked, his hair a mess, face flushed and
The Final Case: Part oneHe's a genius. A bloody brilliant man and easily the smartest in London – Hell, maybe even the world… yet he can't even see the most obvious thing in the world even if I shove it in his face and scream it at him… John thought sadly as he watched the amazing arrogant bastard as he lay on the couch, his hands pressed together and rested against his lips. His eyes scanned the ceiling lazily as he thought, his body so relaxed and his mind so sharp. He turned back to the pile of dishes that sat in front of him, picking up the rag next to the sink and drying the plate in his hand, running slow, small circles on the glassware. Will he ever see..?The Final Case: Part one3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"John," Sherlock's sharp voice cut into his thoughts, making John jump slightly and snap his attention to the detective at once. "Stop thinking, will you?"
"Wha'?" John asked, his face turning the lightest shade of pink.
"Stop thinking, it's too loud and annoying. I'm trying to figure something out which I can't do when you're thinking
Hearts (prelude/Chapter 1)John looked up from his notebook and looked across the playground. A small, somber boy, probably around the age of six, was looking steadily back at him. John eyed him curiously from the other side of the playground, across the sea of children yelling and playing. The other boy seemed to be trying to read his mind from across the playground. John shook his head slightly, trying to shake off the younger boy's gaze. He turned back to his notebook, and realized that he had been sketching without noticing. Blushing slightly, he realized his hand had drawn a truly excellent sketch of the younger boy across the playground. He glanced up at the other boy who was smirking as if he knew exactly what John had been doing. John's eyes flickered down to his notebook and then back up, but when his glance returned to the opposite side of the playground, the boy was gone. John had no idea who he was or why he had been watching John. He shook his head once again and returned to his notebook.Hearts (prelude/Chapter 1)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was the
A Little Christmas Paradise at 221bJohn awoke with a start, eyes wide open, breath coming out in ragged gasps. His fingers shakily found the still-warm impression of a head on the pillow next to his, reassuring him that the nightmare of Sherlock dying was simply that – a nightmare. He allowed himself to linger in bed for a while longer, feeling the memories of the past few months lazily chase around in front of his eyes – that moment when three years later, he'd seen Sherlock sitting in his armchair one evening after John had limped back from work in the pouring rain; the easy way in which they had fallen together; the way their lives seemed so uncomplicated now, their own personal battles and demons fought and won.A Little Christmas Paradise at 221b3 years ago in Romance More Like This
A loud "John, JOHN! Get yourself downstairs, will you?" jolted him from his reminiscing, and John obediently scrambled for his robe and slippers, and yawning made his way to Sherlock. The air was dense with the acrid smell of burnt bacon and toast making his throat clench and eyes water, and – hey –Sherlock
Hearts (chapter 2) It was the first day of the new school year after the hols, and John was sitting down to lunch with some of his classmates. He was just setting his tray down when he felt a tap on his shoulder. It was that boy from the playground. What was his name? Oh right: Sherlock. An odd name. He appeared to have grown over the summer and was now only a few inches shorter than John.Hearts (chapter 2)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Can I sit with you?” he said. John was about to reply when another of the boys at the table said scornfully, “Don’t let him; he’s a freak.” John turned to the other boy. “What do you mean he’s a freak?” John asked, a bit harshly. Turning to Sherlock, he said, “Of course you can sit here.” The other boys at the table stared at John, stunned, and turned to glare at Sherlock. The boy who had spoken to John answered his question after the two boys had sat down.
“He has this trick he does where he can tell you everything you&
6: Angel: JohnLock"... Do you believe in angels...?" John asked Sherlock once.6: Angel: JohnLock3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Why do you want to know it?" he replied with a questionmark above his head.
"...I´m just curious."
"Ok... well, I don´t really believe in them. No one ever saw an angel and there´s no proof that they exist. You know, I´m a scientist. I just "believe" in something which can be proofed" Sherlock explained.
John didn´t answer, he just nodded and continued to write his blog.
Four years later, Sherlock DID believe in one angel - the one named John.
John wasn´t in the flat, so Sherlock was able to prepare everything.
The flat was tidied up and clean. Like, REALLY clean. The living room was decorated with some candles with wine and two wine glasses on the table. Nothing more, nothing less.
Also, Sherlock was nervous. Just a bit, but he feared something would go wrong... or John would say "No."
"I´m back, Sherlock" John entered the flat and as soon as he put his jacket away, Sherlock went st
Sherlock: Sick and tired. 5 Of 6Sherlock: Sick and tired. 5 Of 63 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock: Sick and Tired.
Chapter Five: I hate you John Watson.
I am amazingly warm, calm and comfortable. I am in bed in the flat- no I am outside in a grass covered hill, high up pointed towards the sun. Everything looks beautiful, there was no death or confusion everything was at peace and I could breathe in the crisp warm air of safety. Bird overhead chirping in a sing song fashion, it made me smile to be here.
I lay on my stomach feeling the warm soft grass under my skin, a hand touches my back. I look up to see Sherlock he was smiling down at me, dressed in his usual attire. His face is clear and still pale under the sun but he looked happy just being here touching my back softly.
"Am I dead?" I ask him and he shakes his head, "No, John." His voice is deep and full of life.
"I am dying then," I say but I couldn't help the smile across my face.
"Yes. No. Maybe," He responds shrugging a bit then leans down to kiss my shoulder; his lips felt like rose peddles.
"I am just here; I am
Sherlock: Sick and tired. 4 Of 6Sherlock: Sick and tired. 4 Of 63 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock: Sick and Tired.
Chapter Four: Best Intentions.
Sherlock has been attached to his computer screen for the past two days; he has gotten better fever gone down and his throat better but still hurt him. I should have suspected one of two things, one I couldn't hold Sherlock back too long and the second that he was up to no good, no good at all. I should have suspected when he stopped pacing the floors or complaining, that something was off and when he started to mess around on his laptop for hours or check his phone every half hour. For some reason I ignored this and put it off as him trying to cope in indoor life while he got better, maybe Sherlock was right to be frustrated that people just don't think.
No I didn't question until I woke one morning tied to a chair facing Sherlock who was also tied to a bloody chair facing me. His head dipped swaying side to side; at least he wasn't dead, yet not until I got through with him. If we lived that long anyway, I looked around with ha
You Look Time Lord Part 1Chapter OneYou Look Time Lord Part 13 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Rose sat on the lounge sofa staring up at the ceiling while she daydreamed. The lounge was well stocked with everything for leisure from a big screen TV to magazines and board games. Most of the time she made use of all of these things but not now. They had just said goodbye to Sarah Jane and took Mickey on board with them. Mickey was somewhere with the Doctor, probably getting a tour or something like that but Rose had to think over the events of the past few days.
She looked over when Mickey walked into the room.
"Man, this place is incredible," he said, walking over to Rose. "No wonder you keep coming back. It's like a whole other world in here."
"Yeah," Rose said, distracted.
"Rose, are you sure it's okay for me to be here? You didn't seem happy to see me," Mickey said, walking over to her.
"I'm sorry, Mickey, it's just…"
"Just what?" Mickey said, sitting down in a chair beside the sofa.
Rose shook her head.
"Everytime I think I figure the Doctor out, something comes al
Against the Rules - (TenTooXRose)“Say, what’s down there?”Against the Rules - (TenTooXRose)3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Rose turned to face her husband. He was staring intently at a large door marked, ’LEVEL ONE ACCESS ONLY’, a small frown visible on his face.
“Hm. I don’t know, I’ve never been through here,” she pondered, striding over to him.
An impish grin played at the Doctor’s lips. “Well, no harm in finding out, I suppose! Allon—!”
Rose grabbed his arm. “Hold on!” she protested, “We need Level One clearance to get in there – even I can’t get something like that.”
He pursed his lips, his face the symbol of pure innocence. “So?”
“Well…” she said slowly, “It’s against the rules.”
The Doctor stopped dead. He gave her the look. The look that made entire armies turn around and run for their lives. The look that made Daleks tremble and even Cybermen feel true terror. He stood silently for a while as Rose
Otterlock And Hedgehogson11:43Otterlock And Hedgehogson3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
How's the case, my dear otter?
You look like an otter.
John, I was under the impression that it's illegal to consume alcohol while practicing medicine.
I'm not drunk! It's this thing I found on the internet.
What are you talking about?
People think you look like an otter.
They're obviously imbeciles. I do not in any way resemble a semi-aquatic mammal.
Actually you kind of do. They've matched picture of up of you and compared them to otters. The similarities are striking.
You are being absurd. Otters have long, slim bodies and relatively short limbs, with webbed paws. Most have sharp claws on their feet, and all except the sea otter have long, muscular tails. They are also covered in dark fur .What similarities does that appearance have to mine?
Well it's more the facial expressions really.
Oh? Do otters project an expression of utter exasperation at the level of stupidity that
Sherlock: Is It Not Obvious? Part 1Sherlock: Is It Not Obvious? Part 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock: Is It Not Obvious?
Chapter One: Bloody hell Mycroft, you have such bad timing.
Note: I promise you all this is a Johnlock fic XD there is a subplot to this plot! LOL I just didn't want to confuse any of you. Alright carry on.
"I'm getting fat," John stated aloud not really caring if Sherlock heard him or not, as he pinched a small roll of fat between his thumb and index finger. John made a face looking down at it then shoved his jumper down firmly over his stomach, John wasn't sure if he could shower tonight without noticing it.
"Mmm," Sherlock grunted a late reply as he lay on the couch in his dressing gown staring up at the ceiling. John knew Sherlock could care less about his physical appearance as long as John could still run after him during a case. John could proudly say he could still do that even with the bit of weight gain, which was now disappointing him.
'It must be the excess of takeaway I've been consuming with Sherlock' John thought as he crossed the sitting roo
Sherlock: Is It Not Obvious? Part 3Sherlock: Is It Not Obvious? Part 33 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock: Is It Not Obvious?
Chapter Three: Perfect Sherlock being perfect, John thought,
Mycroft sat in his office bored looking out over London out his window. Such a tedious job watching over his brother all the time but what else was he to do, Sherlock need to be looked after. Constantly putting him-self in danger and gallivanting around like he was bullet proof.
Mycroft sighed picking his mobile off his desk but there was nothing new just yet to distract him for a few hours so he found himself looking through his contacts. He found Greg's name popping out to him and he found himself grinning as he started to text.
How are you this evening? MH
Mycroft waited for a reply that took nearly ten minutes to come to him.
Mycroft, do you have any idea what time it is? GL
Mycroft grinned shifting to cross his legs.
I am very aware of the hour, how are you? MH
His reply came three minutes later; Lestrade was shifting around since Mycroft had woken him. Mycroft found him thinking of a half-na
Sherlock: Caring Is Not an Advantage Part 3Sherlock: Caring Is Not an Advantage Part 33 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock:Caring Is Not an Advantage Part 3
Part Three: Is It Alright If I Come Home?
Sherlock paced the flat thinking of something to do; experiments seemed to be only failures and it was not like anyone knew he was alive to actually give him a case. There was absolutely nothing to do, but to pace and hate his hair and hate that John was not there.
Though he was happy to be in his old style of dressing and the warm walls of his flat surrounding him; it felt great to be home and not hidden away in some hole in the wall. It was strange how he could go three years without being this wound up yet one meeting with John in person seemed to make it worse.
When he saw John it was different, he realized then how much he did miss the other man, not that he didn’t realized that he missed him but when he saw John he realized how much. Too much, Sherlock thought, he realized what it was like to wake up and not see John’s morning face, or to not smell breakfast being cooked in the kitc
Thinking of You Part 2Thinking of You Part 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There it was. That look of being defeated. Suddenly Steve felt a new confidence he'd never felt hardly before in his life, glancing to the door it was closed, he had only one chance with both of them here alone. Taking a step to Tony they were already in a close proximity, he leaned down, and could already see the other starting to tense up. He was taking a pretty big risk here because if Tony didn't feel the same way.. Tony may never speak to Steve again. But he was willing to take that chance, "Tony, theres...something I need to tell you." His voice was shaking a bit as he looked down at the man. Tony just stared, only nodding slightly, maybe that was a good sign? "...W-Well.. You see over time I've come to find myself growing more and more close to you. Since Bucky had already enlisted- but you know that. I told you that. I've shared...so much with you I never though I would with anyone. Even Bucky. But I did...you had gotten me to feel..so comfortable in my old body...and en
8: Tinsel: JohnLockSherlock woke up and looked around. John was NOT lying next to him.8: Tinsel: JohnLock3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
That made him a bit sad, because Sherlock loved to wake his beloved doctor with a kiss...
Whatever. He decided to stand up, stretched his body a bit and went to the bathroom.
The first thing he noticed was the golden tinsel in his hair. With a confused look in his eyes, Sherlock started to pull it out of his hair.
There was a lot of tinsel in his curls.
Ten minutes later, he confronted John, the tinsel in his hand.
"Why was that in my hair?" Sherlock asked.
"Oh, Mycroft put that there. You didn´t sleep for over 3 days and when your brother visited us, you - literally - "fell" asleep. You should be thankful that I was able to catch you before you kissed the floor."
"...." Sherlock gave John a kiss. After that, his phone was buzzing.
A message from Mycroft.
- Good morning Sherlock, I hope you did sleep well. Lestrade and Molly really like the picture.
Greetings, Mycroft. -
At the end of the text there was a picture
Sherlock: Is It Not Obvious? Part 4Sherlock: Is It Not Obvious? Part 43 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock: Is It Not Obvious?
"Mycroft," Sherlock sneered at the same time John said, "Lestrade,"
Both men looked to each other for a second then Sherlock cleared his throat and muttered "Right," before closing his laptop and climbing out of John's bed.
"Sherlock?" John said the other man's name like a question, Sherlock didn't stop or turn back at he said, "I'll be downstairs," And he left John's room. John felt his stomach clench and all he wanted to do was run after Sherlock, just go to him and kiss him again or maybe toss himself onto Sherlock's back so he couldn't leave, something was better than just letting him leave the room.
John sighed deeply before turning his attention back to his phone and Lestrade's text.
Morning, do you want to have breakfast together? I have sometime before work. GL
John heard his stomach grumble and cursed it for betraying him. He clicked his phone off then rolled onto his stomach to bury his face in his pillow suppressing the urge to scre
Merry Christmas, Watson!"Merry Christmas, Watson!", greeted Sherlock Holmes with a big smile and handed his flat mate an old cardboard box with a big red bow of ribbon untidily tied around it.Merry Christmas, Watson!3 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Holmes, it's just the third Sunday in Advent", said Dr. Watson, raising an eyebrow and putting down the paper he had been reading. He gave his friend a skeptical look as he took the box. "And why are there holes in it?"
"Just open it already!"
Watson sighed as he carefully opened the box and looked into the big brown eyes of a rather wrinkly looking puppy, which was just about the size of a guinea-pig.
"It's...a dog", said John rather surprised and stared at the small creature, and then looked at Holmes with a mix of despair and bewilderment in his eyes.
"Very well observed, Watson. I see you're making quick process with your skills of deduction", said Holmes in a sarcastic tone and lit his pipe. "It's a bulldog, to be more precise. You're welcome."
"Holmes, I can't keep a dog!"
"Fine, then I'll just put him back out o
Sherlock BBC: Cinema dateMany things could have been said about Sherlock Holmes, but surely nobody would call him an expert in the fields of love and dating. Those subjects remained an unsolvable riddle to him, even though his friendship with doctor Watson had changed not so long ago into something more. Sherlock, as always when in doubt, decided to consult a specialist for additional information. The paper specialist.Sherlock BBC: Cinema date3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The detective was sprawled across the couch in a lazy pose, browsing intently through the newest issue of "Cosmopolitan" which became recently a hobby of his, much to John's dismay, since he usually fell victim to Sherlock's experiments that were as romantic as they were eccentric.
The main topic of the magazine (apart from a guide how to choose a fitting pair of high heels to your miniskirt) was how to win your crush's heart. According to the author of the article, the best way to do it was to go on an exciting date to the cinema. Sherlock found it really peculiar movies always seemed re