ReunionJohn sat at his laptop, staring at the empty space on his blog. It had been a while since he had sat down to type something intelligent and interesting, but today he felt he should write something. Anything. Today was the anniversary of Sherlock's - his old roomate and best-friend's death. John deemed today to be an appropriate day to pay homage in some small way. He began to type.
Three years. Three years today. There is so much to say, but cannot be expressed in words. I used to wonder why he did what he did. I still don't know why. All I hope is he is somewhere better. I believe in Sherlock Holmes. I still continue to do so. He was my bes
The Stars in Your EyesAfter picking up his and Sherlock's favorite cereal from the store, John headed home. As usual. And as usual, Sherlock was up to some sort of experiment. Except this one was different. Much different than usual.The Stars in Your Eyes11 months ago in Romance More Like This
This one was pleasant.
When John opened the door to their flat, he was immediately greeted by the beauty of the night sky. Except it wasn't the real night sky, but instead, hundreds, perhaps thousands, of glow-in-the-dark stars. Some of them were as big as his palm, others as tiny as his fingerprints. And they were everywherethey covered the floors as well as the ceiling and walls, and he even saw some on the surfaces of the f
BBC Sherlock: In Bed"I'm dying, John!" Sherlock whined, looking at his flatmate like a sad puppy.BBC Sherlock: In Bed8 months ago in Humor More Like This
John rolled his eyes.
"No, you're not. You've just got a cold," he explained patiently, pointing his finger at Sherlock to show who was to blame for the whole situation. "I told you not to run around the flat barefooted and only in your dressing gown!"
Sherlock sneezed loudly three times in a row and then huffed with annoyance.
"My head is pounding, I can't think!" He protested while wrinkling his nose in indignation.
John sighed heavily.
"No wonder, you have a high fever. Just stay in bed and wait till the medicines I gave you will kick in."
It's Just Not Your BattleJohn sat in his arm chair, not making eye contact with the DI that sat across from him. He sat in Sher- -his- old chair. Why did he have to sit in -his- old chair?!It's Just Not Your Battle10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"John?" Lestrade asked slowly, pulling John from his ever painful thoughts that seemed to be twisting in his head.
John looked up to meet Lestrade's eyes at last. He didn't say anything, just rose an eyebrow to let him know he was listening.
"John, you can't stay up here forever... I know it hurts, losing your best friend and all, but-"
"He wasn't just my best friend..." John cut in, lowering his gaze once again to the carpet. "He was so much more than that. He was my life, wh
Theme Prompt - Obsession 2Sherlock woke as the sun slanted across his face. He turned his head to stare down at the comforting weight of John sprawled across his chest. The doctor had plastered himself to Sherlock's side while they were sleeping and was lying half across the detective now. Sherlock gently brushed his fingers over John's forehead, sliding a few strands of hair off his skin. He'd had no nightmares after they'd moved in here and he was fairly certain it was because of John's presence in his familiar room.Theme Prompt - Obsession 28 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You are still brilliant as a conductor of light," Sherlock whispered to the sleeping man. "You burn all the fears and memories away."
John shifted a
Theme Prompt - JudgeSherlock was tied to the bed again, sitting mostly naked and staring at his haggard face in the mirror. That horrible music was playing again, some sort of elevator-music classical pieces. He studied the slices in his skin, noting they were ragged and raw as if they'd never been treated. Some were even still bleeding lazily like they'd just been made a short time ago.Theme Prompt - Judge9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
The song ended and changed into one he recognized, The Four Seasons by Vivaldi. This was one of the few songs John asked him to play when the nightmares kept him from sleeping. He smiled slightly at the memory, the corners of his mouth pulling painfully. Moriarty had sliced int
Theme Prompt - SolitudeSherlock had always been able to do solitude well. He'd had to learn to, to cope with how others treated him. Sherlock had locked his heart away, safe from the taunts of other children. Safe from the confusion and fear in adult faces.Theme Prompt - Solitude10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
When he became an adult, Sherlock hid behind the words "high-functioning sociopath". The person who was closest to him for the longest time, DI Greg Lestrade, believed that. Believed Sherlock had no heart, no emotions, so when he was rebuffed the first few times he tried to be a friend, Greg backed off. He treated Sherlock paternally businesslike because that's as far as the arrogant detective let him in. So Sh
Theme Prompt - StarvationGreg pulled up outside the emergency entrance to the hospital. He turned in his seat to see Sherlock fast asleep and John cradling him gently against him. He smiled fondly at the two, a smile John returned tiredly. The doctor was still recovering from his wounds and tired easily.Theme Prompt - Starvation11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"We should get you both inside," Greg said quietly, nodding at them. John sighed and nudged Sherlock, waking the detective enough so he sat up.
"Sherlock," John said. "Let's go. We need to get your cuts taken care of." Sherlock got out of the car, groaning at the pain. He held out a hand for John, wanting the tactile contact between them back. John smiled at him an
Theme Prompt - Listen"Sherlock, listen," John said urgently, gently shaking the sleeping detective next to him. Sherlock groaned quietly and kept his eyes closed. He turned his head towards the door though, showing he'd heard John. Small scraping sounds were coming from the door. John scrambled out of the bed and moved to the door as quietly as he could.Theme Prompt - Listen9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Think it's Moriarty?" John asked.
"It is possible," Sherlock allowed. "But I would expect him to tell us he was coming in. And to taunt us with the fact that one of us was in the sights of his pet sniper."
"So probably not Moriarty then," John nodded, moving to the side of the door. If anyone came through, he
Theme Prompt - TenderResting comfortably high up in the rafters, Moriarty watched as Greg Lestrade rescued John and Sherlock. He had to hold his hand over his mouth to silence the giggles that kept threatening to escape. It wouldn't do for them to discover him up here. To find out that he was the architect of their "rescue". It was so simple.Theme Prompt - Tender9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Give enough time for John's phone to die so that it could no longer be traced and he could shut down the device that kept the signal bouncing around. Then wait while Lestrade grew ever more frantic and sleep-deprived. When the DI was ready to grasp at any hope, any possible tidbit of information that came his way, call in a
Theme Prompt - Give UpGary stared at himself in the mirror, putting the final finishing touches on the make-up he'd smeared over his skin. Disguising himself was absurdly easy, a talent he'd picked up while he was still with the military. Sometimes, he'd needed to get close to a target, scope out the area and the people, before being able to take them out. After almost getting caught by one warlord's security guards, Gary had enrolled in a theater class that taught how to apply make-up and prosthetics to change one's appearance.Theme Prompt - Give Up10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tapping one last time at the prosthetic over his cheeks, Gary sat back and surveyed his handiwork. He looked like an older gentlemen, si
Theme Prompt - LaughThe mocking laughter from Moriarty ended in a quiet click as the speaker shut off. John and Sherlock stared at each in the sudden silence, fear and worry dancing in both of their eyes. John was the first one to break the look, swivelling his head to take in the rest of the room.Theme Prompt - Laugh10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I'm guessing you already explored the room minutely?" John asked, turning back to Sherlock. The detective nodded and sighed.
"There are three bolts on the door. I could pick them if I had something to do it with. However, I have no tools or even a bobby pin," Sherlock said, glaring at the door as if it was its fault.
"We'll figure something out," John said soothin
Rough Day-- Johnlock oneshotJohn/SherlockRough Day-- Johnlock oneshot9 months ago in Drama More Like This
Warning: Angst and fluff
John Watson closed the front door of 221 Baker Street and leaned back against it, screwing his eyes closed and letting out a shaky breath. He was tired and just wanted to lay down in bed and not think for a while. His mind flashed back without warning to the bedside of the young girl who'd died today. The four-year-old had collapsed and had a seizure after an allergic reaction. She'd held on for an hour, and then lost the fight. A sin
Hold the Stars Apart"John?"Hold the Stars Apart1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I'm here, Sherlock."
"Are you all right?"
"Yes, I'm good, but you've been injured. So you need to try to be as still as you can. I've got you." John tightened his embrace on Sherlock.
"I can feel your arms around me, John."
"I'm worried about shock, I've got you positioned correctly but I need to help you stay warm."
"I've never been held, John. Not that I can remember."
"Not even as a child, an infant?" John asked.
"I was an extremely fussy infant; preferring not to be held. I cried when held, was quiet when left alone."
"Well, you are being held now, Sherlock."
"It feels good, John."
"Lucky, my mobile works out this far.
Coming Home - Johnlock - 2/4As the gun pressed heavily into his temple, his sweat-slick finger slipped on the trigger, hand shaking like never before.Coming Home - Johnlock - 2/411 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
I can do this. I can. I will.
The hesitation was merely momentary. He steadied himself, thinking only of reuniting with Sherlock in whatever afterlife there may be, and took a deep breath. But before he could pull the trigger, he heard a sudden cry 'John, no!' and he was grabbed suddenly from behind, the gun wrestled away from his head. Some miserable survival instinct forced his hand, and he threw the person off, slamming them on the floor, and pointed the gun at them. He expected Mycroft, or maybe Greg,
Missing Piece Chapter 4 - JohnlockIt took Sherlock only a few seconds to solve the riddle. He had noticed at first glance that all the numbers on the note were prime numbers. The lowest was the two, the first prime number and the highest was the 101. That was the 25th prime number. So far, so easy. The only number that stood alone was the 23, the ninth prime number. If Sherlock's deduction was correct, which it almost always was, then it stood for the ninth letter of the alphabet, the 'I'. Quickly, Sherlock inset the other letters and started to read the message.Missing Piece Chapter 4 - Johnlock10 months ago in Romance More Like This
Dear Mr. Holmes, I am sure this little riddle is more than easy for you to solve, but let us start easy. The next
Missing Piece Chapter 5 - JohnlockDarkness surrounded John when he woke up from his unconsciousness. For a moment panic and fear threatened to engulf his mind as he tried to move but couldn't. Then he began to remember what had happened. There had been a car and masked men. He had gotten shot. John's eyes widened in horror at that memory before he recollected that he had only gotten shot with sedative darts. He struggled, but his hands were tied behind his back to a chair. His legs were tied as well. At least they hadn't gagged him.Missing Piece Chapter 5 - Johnlock10 months ago in Romance More Like This
Should he try to call for help? No, if there was a chance that someone could hear him scream than his abductors would've gagged him as well. The
Missing Piece Chapter 6 - JohnlockThat night Sherlock hadn't slept for a second. When the sun rose and its rays hit the inside of the flat, Sherlock had already drunk his fifth coffee and waited anxiously for the postman to arrive. When he did a few hours later, Sherlock rushed downstairs, almost falling over his own feet and snatched the mail away from the surprised postman. He quickly looked them through and threw everything except one brown envelope on the floor. It was a regular envelope, one you could buy in every store. Then he rushed back into the living room and tore it open.Missing Piece Chapter 6 - Johnlock9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock's blood froze and his heart skipped a fearful beat at the content of it.
You Don't Need a Girlfriend"You're wasting your time." Sherlock said uncaringly, as John walk in and stripped his coat.You Don't Need a Girlfriend11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock didn't look up at him, he just sat staring at the wall, hands stapled under his chin. John paused at the coat rack, thinking over what Sherlock just said.
"Excuse me?" He asked, turning and taking three long, brief strides to Sherlock.
"You very well heard me, it's useless for me to repeat myself." Sherlock said, sending him a sideways glance.
"And what are you talking about when you say I'm wasting my time?" John asked, leaning on the table in front of Sherlock.
"All your girlfriends and -dates-. You're wasting your ti
BBC Sherlock: Take my love, take my land...John walked slowly through the cemetery, thinking how lifeless the world looked today. The sky was ashen, painted in a dull, homogeneous shade of grey. There were no sounds, no birds chirping, no beeping of horns, nothing. Only John's steady footsteps on a gravel path were resonating in the absolute silence of the necropolis. The air seemed stale and heavy like in a room that hadn't been opened for years. No trace of wind among the graphite leaves, no gentle blows to ease the pain and chase away all the undesirable thoughts. John wished it was raining. Or storming. It's always easier when the sky at least pretends to weep with you. Instead, tBBC Sherlock: Take my love, take my land...11 months ago in Romance More Like This
Only you can ease my painJohn winched and gasped as yet another sharp stab of pain pierced his shoulder, centering in his old wound from Afghanistan. Though it was nothing unusual at this time of year for his shoulder to act up (the cold weather always made it stiff and aching) it was still a painful and dreaded experience each time. The pain was often accompanied by small yet rough and ruthless flashbacks from that ill-fated day he had received the wound, the day he and his entire team had been ambushed and he, despite his greatest efforts, had lost three men at his own handsOnly you can ease my pain9 months ago in Romance More Like This
Another wave of hot white pain hit the doctor. The hand, currently grasping his bare, left
I Think I Love You - Chapter 2Sherlock's phone buzzed, and he reached to answer it from where he was curled up in a ball.I Think I Love You - Chapter 210 months ago in Romance More Like This
"I've got a nice juicy murder for you, Sherlock. Come down to the Yard." Lestrade said.
"Be there soon." Sherlock replied, and he hung up the phone.
He stood up and stretched. He was still wearing his dressing gown, so he dressed in his usual black suit attire, pulled on his signature coat, and tied his deep blue scarf around his neck. He was ready.
He strode into the Yard, and was met by Inspector Lestrade.
"Sherlock! We've got a body, gunshot to the chest, found in a creek in the countryside."
It sounded rather dull to Sherlock; just
Theme Prompt - Fairy TaleSherlock looked up in the middle of his speech about thermonuclear dynamics and how it related to the current case and realized John was no longer there. The doctor had left a note on the coffee table next to Sherlock and he picked it up in annoyance.Theme Prompt - Fairy Tale1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Went to get some milk. Sarah texted me so I'm going to be going on a date with her after. Try not to shoot the walls while I'm gone.
Rolling his eyes, Sherlock jumped up from the couch and grabbed his phone out of the pocket of his coat. Honestly, when was John going to realize that the dates were useless? He already had a full life here helping with the cases.
You Just Can't Without a Heart"I don't even know where to begin..." John started, pacing the room in front of Sherlock, who was sitting in his arm chair, legs pulled to his chest and his eyes trained on John. "...I mean... You left for a week! I didn't know where in bloody hell you were and I was worried sick! I though someone had you, or worse, I thought you were dead!"You Just Can't Without a Heart11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"John..." Sherlock started, his voice low and almost quiet. It was so uncharacteristically like Sherlock to be quiet.
"Stop," John cut him off, holding his hand out to stop Sherlock. "Can you just tell me where you've -been-?!"
Sherlock shook his head, looking down at the floor.
"And why -not-, Sherlo
Sherlock BBC: The Meowing ProblemSensing that it was John, who was coming home and not someone else, didn't prove a challenge to the great Sherlock Holmes. Doctor Watson had this very specific way of opening the front door, unique pace of climbing the stairs and breathing pattern that somehow felt soothing. But Sherlock, sitting in his armchair and browsing through a newspaper, knew that something was different today. All those little habits of John's were slightly altered. Perhaps due to the rain that kept falling incessantly for the whole day. Whatever the reason, Sherlock was mildly intrigued. Something was afoot.Sherlock BBC: The Meowing Problem1 year ago in Romance More Like This
"Hello, John," he said casually, eyes fixed on John.