A Pirates life for me?"Now you stay right there, Sherlock." Mrs. Hudson admonished him as he sat down in the living room. "John! Bring your medical bag, hurry, please."A Pirates life for me?1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Quick stepping, John came in from his bedroom, his black leather medical bag (compliments of Sherlock on Boxing Day) in his hands. Sherlock sat on the couch holding a bloody handkerchief to his left cheek.
"What happened here?" John lifted Sherlock's chin to better view his face. On his left cheek a gash was bleeding profusely. John immediately took a sterile gauze wipe and applied direct pressure to the wound.
"What have you been up to Sherlock? Mrs. Hudson can you get me a basin of hot water and some towels? This might get a bit messy."
"It's only a tiny cut, John. I'll be alright."
"It's a deep penetrating wound on your head and it's bleeding rather profusely, which is good by the way. Hopefully, it will purge any debris that was left in the wound. We will still have to wash it out and you might need a few stitches."
"Let me know when you
ForeverJohn was sitting in his arm chair, reading the paper as rain hit the window on the other side of the room. He felt eyes on him. He could feel the stares but he didn't dare look up. He was mad. Ferrous even. Mad that he had done this to him. Mad that he had left him alone for three bloody years.Forever1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mad that he loved him after it was all said and done.
"John..?" Sherlock's voice was barely audible being just above a whisper.
John ignored him.
"John? Please..." Sherlock sounded pitiful.
John turned the page to the paper. He was going to make Sherlock suffer as long as he could. He was alone for three years. He was depressed, alone, and pissed all that time. Depressed his best friend had killed himself. Alone in the world he didn't want to be in anymore. Pissed that Sherlock had done this to him.
Sherlock stood and moved over to John, snatching the paper out of his hands.
"Listen to me..." He begged, his eyes sad and a little annoyed.
"Give me the pap
Sherlock and JohnSherlock destroyed, and John fixed.Sherlock and John2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock ripped apart, piece by piece, and John patiently put back together, stitch by stitch.
Sherlock tore, scratched, clawed, and John soothed, cleaned, and bandaged.
Sherlock swore in anger, and John laughed in pure joy.
Sherlock screamed, and John whispered.
Sherlock was the burning fire, and John was the cooling ice.
Sherlock was the destructive half of John, and John was the calming side of Sherlock.
Sherlock tore himself apart, and John pieced him back together.
Oneword: ExquisiteOneword: Exquisite2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Mycroft stood from John's armchair as he prepared himself to leave, confident that he had Sherlock's assistance. As a final gratuity for cooperation, he reached into his coat pocket and slid out a glossy piece of paper, holding a gentle crease down its middle as he handed it out to his younger brother.
"It's a voucher for two," he explained, "It covers three courses plus drinks, but expires before I'll have an opening to use it." He smiled grimly as Sherlock gingerly plucked it from his grasp. "Now that you and John are running on nearly the same schedule, I'm sure you'll find time to make a visit."
Sherlock examined the voucher, unfamiliar with the address. "What sort of cuisine," he sighed, tired of Mycroft's bribery.
"Oh, the finest, a wonderful selection of French and German. We enjoyed it immensely, and the dessert choices were exquisite." Mycroft almost seemed to relax his guard, lost in the fond memory of a perfectly-moist black forest cake.
Sherlock raised an eyebrow. "We?" He
Sherlock and John's accidental kiss!Sherlock and John's accidental kiss!2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He got up from his armchair suddenly and started pacing around the room. Sherlock then, while still pacing, ripped off his six nicotine patches.
"John? John! Get me seven nicotine patches. NOW!"
John was in the cramped kitchen, emptying the mouldy food out of the fridge and dismembered fingers and toes were somewhere amongst the disgusting contents.
"H-hang on! Let me just-urgh-put this outside in the bin!"
Sherlock immediately strode into the room, took the bulging bin bag from John and opened the window over the bins. Angrily, he shoved the bin bag out the window and it landed with a thump into the bed of other putrid rubbish.
"There. Now get me my patches," he walked back into their front room and plonked back down in his armchair sighing impatiently.
John rolled his eyes. Quickly, he opened the cupboard and searched through the ocean of pill packets and medicine bottles. John stopped abruptly. He feared Sherlock's reaction
Pocket JohnI sighed, resting my chin in my hands as I watched Sherlock get ready to leave. He was off to work on a case, and I was going to be sitting here, alone as usual. "Oh, don't look so down dear," Ms. Hudson said, noticing my crestfallen face as she handed Sherlock his scarf. "You wouldn't want to go out anyways, not in your condition."Pocket John1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
She was right, of course. This 'condition', as we had termed it, made me less able then usual to go along with Sherlock's escapades. It was a result of a series of rather unusual accidental occurrences that happened almost two weeks ago, most of which were Sherlock's fault. He had been messing around with some experimental science nonsense, and when I got caught in the crossfire… well, how do I say this without sounding ridiculous? I shrunk, for lack of a better term. I now stand at about 14 centimeters (or 5.5 inches, for the American readers). It all happened rather quickly, and I am actually ashamed to say that I am fairly used to it by now. Still, I hav
PleaseJohn is there again; at the cemetery. He spends a good deal of time there.Please2 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.
Freaky and his little Johnny - Prologue (ITA)Freaky and his little Johnny - Prologue (ITA)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Anche quella sera pioveva.
Grosse nuvole si erano addensate due giorni prima, verso mezzogiorno, e da allora lo scroscio d’acqua non aveva smesso di battere sulle case.
Le strade erano tristi e vuote, nessuno aveva voglia di uscire con quel tempaccio, erano tutti rinchiusi in casa o in un pub, per rallegrarsi e scaldarsi in compagnia.
Bé, non proprio tutti.
Nelle cantine di una delle case più antiche della città un’ombra si muoveva lentamente, sola e infreddolita, facendo tintinnare lievemente le catene che la tenevano legata.
Dopo molti giri a vuoto della cantina, l’ombra finalmente si sedette in un angolo, quello più lontano dalla finestrella sbarrata che dava sulla strada.
Odiava quella finestrella.
Gli dava una visione del mondo esterno che, seppur ristretta, lo faceva stare male, perché lui, di un maschio si trattava, rinchiuso in quella cantina, non sarebbe mai potuto uscire.
E in più quando pioveva, spesso faceva entrar
When He WakesJohn stirs. Slowly his senses awaken and return as consciousness washes over him.When He Wakes2 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
Obsessed With Sherlock Holmes Top 45 Ways You Can Pretty Much Be Sure You Are A SherlockianObsessed With Sherlock Holmes2 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
1. You've called every "consulting detective" in the book and told them to get real.
2. Whenever you answer the phone, you ask, "Afghanistan or Iraq?"
3. You have or will live(d) in a '221 B Baker Street' come hell or high water.
4. When someone asks you why you do something, you reply, "That's what people DO!"
5. BBC, Granada, Warner Bros... you've seen them all.
6. In the shows, the Holmes is always perfect for the Watson, and vice versa.
7. You have your Watson...(and maybe you even call him Watson?)
8. No matter who it is, Holmes' portrayal is spot on.
9. You analyze people to the point where it's just plain creepy.
10. You do your research.
11. Rache or Rachel?
12. You know someone who lowers the IQ on the entire street.
13. Constantly show up the police, give them credit anyway.
14. You ship EVERYone.
15. Football and five kids....
16. You get the previous two.
17. You know what happened between Adler and Holme
Comfort"John, it's okay, it's alright now."Comfort2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"NOW IT'S NOT! It is not okay!"
I had never seen John so scared, so angry, so out of control. It frightened me. He was always calm, held himself back, always in control. But he wasn't as I watched him. He breathed rapidly and shallow, I could practically see his heart pounding away in his chest. He was scared stiff by what he had seen, even if it wasn't real.
"Okay John, you need to calm down," I soothed.
"NO! I just ARGH!" John yelled. He was falling apart right in front me. I needed to comfort him somehow, I just didn't know how. Feelings isn't something I know a great deal of, they'd become even more confusing since I had met John. My stomach doing strange things every time he looked into my eyes, the hate I felt for all of the women he went out with, the urge to hug him after he comes home from a long day at work burning in body, the need for him to be touching me, having his lips on mine, raging in every fibre in my body, the strange feeli
The Detective and His Blogger12:00The Detective and His Blogger2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'm at work Sherlock.
I'm aware of your location.
I mean I'm busy.....
No you're on break.
That's beside the point. I could be busy.
But you're not. And I'm bored.
So do an experiment or something.
So drop by Bart's and ask Molly for something. I'm sure she would love to see you.
Yes. But I'd rather not see her.
That's not nice Sherlock.
No it isn't. But why is that relevant?
Why do I bother?
Bother with what?
Nothing. Never mind.
John have you ever thought about us in a romantic sense?
Where the hell did that come from?!
Ms. Hudson just came up. Made a comment about the two of us being so sweet together when she saw I was texting you at the clinic. Everyone else seems to think of us as more than friends.Just curious.
Oh. Well yeah. I suppose.
And I think it sounds
Sherlock Holmes and the curious incident of...'Like I said I am sorry Sherlock!' I protested my innocence once more over the hum-drum tones of one Mister Sherlock Holmes hasten violin playing. Even though no words fell from his lips, there was not a need, every note emitting from his instrument let me know how he felt through the medium of song. It wasn't a happy song. His back turned from me in retaliation to every angle and sidestep I make to meet his vision and begin to try to explain myself. For a second, almost, it seemed as if Holmes had alleviated himself from the burden my incident had caused him, lifting his bow a quarter inch from the violins strings, but my perception of this event was wrong. Holmes halted his playing purely out of curiosity of if I remained in the room, and once my presence was detected in the corner of his sharp right eye the violin came alive yet again with a tune yet more wearisome than before. He had won. Again.Sherlock Holmes and the curious incident of...7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
'Okay then, have it your way. I give in.' I announced, turning my back on the great chi
The Watson Family“Sherlock! It’s so good to see you!” Mary hugged him, much to his dismay (he wasn’t a fan of personal contact, but she was John’s wife and that meant he had to be nice), and ushered him inside the small house at the edge of London.The Watson Family1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Hello, Mary. I trust you are doing well. Is John in?” It was exactly like Sherlock to drop in at a moment’s notice, but this time he had a real reason. He needed his blogger for this case. For old time’s sake.
“He’s upstairs getting ready for the day. I’ll go tell him you’re here. You know where the living room is, so make yourself comfortable.” She was a smiley woman, and for some reason, Sherlock didn’t exactly hate her. She was smart, too, and quick as a whip in a pinch. John did well.
Sherlock moved the take his coat off and drape it on the arm of the couch, when he stopped dead in his tracks. In the middle of the living room, John’s seven month old daughter
Johnlock: Powiedz mi, powiedzhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r-0lS7HPD7kJohnlock: Powiedz mi, powiedz8 months ago in Emotional More Like This
Jestem koło Johna cały czas.
Jestem dla niego, chociaż jestem pewien, że w życiu by w to nie uwierzył.
Bo jestem przecież tylko Sherlockiem. John trwa w przekonaniu, że nie liczą się dla mnie sentymenty. To jedna z wielu kwestii, w których John się zasadniczo myli. Mój umysł może być istotą złożoną, ale niestety moja ludzka natura nie pozwala mi być pozbawionym uczuć. Nawet w tak dziwnym, wykoślawionym wydaniu - nadal je posiadam.
A John Watson jest tą osobą, która jest w stanie dotrzeć bezpośrednio do nich, nie zdając sobie nawet z tego sprawy.
Więc obserwuję go, chcę być jego podporą i ramieniem, na którym może ułożyć głowę. I razem z nim jest mi przykro, smutno i źle. I razem z nim się cieszę. Razem z nim
Babies!!!BABIES!!!Babies!!!1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Drade wasn't sure how it happened but somehow, some way she had ended up with 3 babies! One with green eyes, one with blue eyes and one with hazel eyes all looking up at her, wanting different things.
"How the hell?" Drade asked looking up at Bobby standing in the doorway to the kitchen
"The boys were taking care of a witch when suddenly she cast a spell on them doing…this!" Bobby explained gesturing towards the 3 babies on the floor
"And you called me because…" Drade wondered as she squatted down to look at the 3 babies more closely as tiny grabby hands gestured to her to pick them up.
"Because I haven't got a clue on what to do with a baby let alone 3 plus I was hoping you may know a spell to reverse the witches" Bobby explained further
"Huh, Why do I always end up mopping up your messes?" Drade asked with an exasperated sigh as she stood back up.
"Look I don't need the eye roll from you, can you help or not" Bobby told Drade gruffly
"I can, but the spell will take a while
The blog of Dr. John H. Watson entry 4The blog of Dr. John H. Watson entry 42 years ago in Letters More Like This
--WARNING THESE WILL HAVE SPOILERS IN THEM--
So maybe she isn't dating me anymore. Not surprised in the least. You see I might have had Sherlock's credit card and his check in his name and maybe I while joking said I was him but I was making fun of him! But for some reason these people thought I was him and kidnapped me and Sarah. And almost killed her but she didn't die so it's fine! But sadly she might have broke up with me. Like I said not surprised after the whole Sherlock coming on our date and almost getting her killed. Luckily I still have my job. So all is well.
Angels, Demons and Deductions - a SuperLock ficAngels, Demons and Deductions - a SuperLock fic2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Angels, Demons and deductions
Chapter 1 Death and rebirth
Pairings: implied and possible Dean/Castiel and John/Sherlock later on.
Rating: T to be safe and for mild swearing
WARNING: POST RICHENBACH AND SET DURING SEASON 6 OF SUPERNATURAL!
Summery: After Sherlock's fall from grace and untimely death John becomes a hunter and seeks vengeance on the Demon Moriarty who caused his best friend to die, Travelling from England to the United states he encounters the Winchesters who decide to help him find the demon that caused his friends death, but God, it seems has other plans for the consulting detective....
Fear...that was the first emotion he felt when he saw Sherlock standing on that roof, even from this distance he could see Sherlock's expression was pained, that he was backed into a corner with only one way out...the only problem was John didn't know what that way out was
"I..I can't come down so we'll have to do it like this" He said softly as he glance back at
Covert Pt. 5So, this story gets more than a little smutty... which would break the dA rules. I didn't realize this before. You can find the rest of it on Tumblr:Covert Pt. 51 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Part 5: http://megg33k.tumblr.com/post/28044444404/covert-pt-5
Part 6: http://megg33k.tumblr.com/post/28326623854/covert-pt-6
Part 7: http://megg33k.tumblr.com/post/28690995858/covert-pt-7
Covert Pt. 3The next morning, John awoke elated to find he couldn't remember a single thing about his post-shower dreams. The coppery bird's nest still lay placidly on the pillow next to him, and he inexplicably reached out to touch it. Just before his fingers made contact with the soft curls though, Sherlock began to stir. Shit! Does he know what I was about to do?Covert Pt. 31 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The detective turned over and blinked sleepily at John. "Coffee?" he muttered.
"Sherlock," John sighed. "I've not even left the bed yet."
Sherlock's hand pawed lazily at John's face, almost as if he was trying to push him from the bed. "Two sugars." His eyes fell closed again.
John could think of nothing beyond biting that offending hand. Offending? Not quite. Biting? Even less accurate. What he really wanted to do was suck one of those long, thin fingers into his mouth and Nope Nope Nope. Not going to think about that. Alas, the only thing John wanted to do less than get out of bed was giving
A Scandal In Sedation...A Scandal In Sedation2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Check the back door Doctor Watson" John Watson had been in the army and was used to taking commands, but he wasn't going to a listen to a woman who he didn't trust, who is involved in a photo scandal with no clothes on. But the nod of Sherlock Holmes's head confirms the command and John follows, walking out of the room and down the stairs to the back door.
The back door is open slightly ajar. John knows something was going on. He pokes his head out of the door and the soundtrack of London fills his ears. He pauses and then hears a loud thump from the floor above. Definitely a distraction to get him out of the room so they could be alone.
John rushes up the stairs and runs into the room. He sees Sherlock sprawled on the floor, dazed eyes and at first glance, drugged.
"Good night Mr Sherlock Homes" Irene Adler walks away from Sherlock, acknowledges John and goes near to the window.
"Jesus, what are you doing?" John asks, shocked as he looks at his flat mate on the flo
Addiction John watched the young woman sipping her tea as she read through something on her laptop. He sipped at his own tea trying to grasp what had happened, Sherlock was no help, being that he was spaced out in the other arm chair.Addiction2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock had rushed to a small house on the outskirts of London, John right on his tail. Sherlock pounded on the front door ignoring John's inquiries as to where they were and why they were there. Never ceasing his pounding until the door flew open to show them an irritated verging on angry looking young woman in her late twenties. Sherlock walked past her, she just sighed up to the ceiling.
"So you are back." Sherlock said brushing past her into the house/
"Yes, I am in the middle of something. Comeback tomorrow." She nodded at John to come in, and walked up to Sherlock. John came up to meet them both after closing the door.
"I need you to do something for me."
"What is going on!" John bur
And Found"I'm afraid I'll lose you, Sherlock..."And Found2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Where did this come from? Everything had been perfect between them up until now.
John seemed to have been enjoying himself. Their midnight sprints through the street, the pranks they'd pulled on his brother (make sure you observe before eating a doughnut that's clearly been filled with mayonaise instead of custard next time, Mycroft,) their early morning dinners, late night breakfasts- surely John loved every minute of it? How could anybody not be addicted to such a fast-paced life?
John isn't just 'anybody.'
But how does he not see that?
How can he call himself boring when he's one of the most anti-pedestrian people in the country? In the world?
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. Exactly. Brilliant. Pure brilliance. Mystery solved, my Dear Watson.
"You broke me."
John's brow furrowed and his nose cr
A Lover's SpatJohn stood in the doorway watching as Sherlock rolled his eyes with his mobile pressed against his ear. The detective's arms were crossed at his chest as he paced the floor, obviously frustrated with whatever was coming from the other end of the line.A Lover's Spat2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Yes, I understand," he finally huffed into the phone, "I just don't feel like I can take your case at this time." He paused, only half-listening to the voice coming through the speaker. "Yes, well, I'm sorry too. I'm sure everything will work out for you in the end. Goodbye." He ended the call and laid the phone face-down on the table. Shaking his head at John, he was clearly looking for some sympathy.
"What now? A kitten up a tree? A lost dog?" John asked.
"I wish. At least that's interesting," Sherlock replied. "Missing boyfriend."
John drew his head back, surprised. "Since when isn't a missing boyfriend interesting?"
"Since ever," the detective sighed. "They argued, she stormed out, and now he's not returning her calls or answering hi