45 Things You Didn't Know About Molly Hooper1. She enjoys drawing, but she doesn't do it much anymore...partially because she's sure she isn't any good.45 Things You Didn't Know About Molly Hooper3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
2. She's an only child.
3. She owns all of the Disney princess movies. They're nice to watch every once in awhile, after a long, stressful day.
4. She hates pancakes but loves waffles.
5. Every Saturday, she makes herself a waffle and gives Toby a few bites.
6. She'd never tell anyone this, but she's given her cat a full title in her head: Sir Tobias Bartholomew Hooper von London-Streets.
7. She knows her crush on Sherlock is absolutely hopeless, but whenever she resolves to just get over it, he sweeps in. He may be cold, but he's brilliant and beautiful, and sometimes he'll smile at her. Also, he's tall.
8. She has an inexplicable thing for tall men.
9. Her mother had a miscarriage when Molly was two years old. She doesn't remember her parents telling her about it, but she does remember being interested in death at four years old. In retrospect, her parents decided they shouldn
Sherlock in the Tardis FanficSherlock in the Tardis Fanfic4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sherlock in the Tardis
John almost walked straight into it. A blue box. Right there in the middle of the street. No one seemed to find it odd and John didn't even seem to have been aware of it, before he crashed his nose into it. Even now, when he finally saw it, he didn't seem all that interested. He scowled at the box for having stood in his way and then walked over to the edge of the street, planning to get a cab.
Sherlock however had lost all interest in the case Lestrade had brought to their attention. Certainly, a severed foot sounded intriguing enough, but there was something about this blue box that was even more interesting than detached limbs.
Sherlock circled it. A police box, as he'd expected. He recognised the old design, though he wasn't sure where his mind had collected that particular piece of useless data. He blamed John, since meeting him, Sherlock's mind was being force fed useless information every day. He had no desire to know who the contestants of
Incantations and Deductions SHObviously it took years for them to ever get around to speaking to each other. Sherlock reasoned that it was natural: as well as being in different, some might even say rival, houses, there was also the social class divide and the fact that Sherlock always gave off the general air of someone who never wanted to talk to anyone, in his life, ever. As a general rule Sherlock felt that unless someone was directly benefitting him by being alive in his presence he would do his best to tolerate them, but if not they could bloody well bugger off and do their dull living /breathing /sleeping /eating /talking /having fun business somewhere else.Incantations and Deductions SH4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
His mother said it was just his age, that teenage years were awkward, his anti social nature was a phase he was going through. Sherlock rather suspected that it wasn't so much his age as his life. And he wasn't awkward, he was perfectly poised. It was the rest of the world that was awkward and unpredictable and usually mundane but occasionally
BBC Sherlock-BabysittingJohn Watson rubbed his eyes wearily and summoned the last fragments of his patience. "Alright, run it by me one more time. You did what?"BBC Sherlock-Babysitting5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sherlock Holmes was, for some unfathomable reason, sopping wet and covered in soap suds. His clothes were plastered to his skinny frame and he stood dripping in front of Watson's armchair, peering down at his friend through his sodden fringe. "I ran through a car wash." He explained, calmly, for the third time.
John sat back in his chair, his eyes closing despairingly, and asked the question again. "Why?"
"Chasing a suspect."
"And it didn't occur to you to go around the car wash instead of through it?" Then John remembered this was a guy who, on the very night he met him, got hit by a car whilst chasing a suspect. Sherlock may have been incredibly intelligent but the tunnel vision he got when a suspect was in sight often led him to do chronically stupid things. Rather like running through an operational car wash . . .
"Well, he w
MiscommunicationJohn had been acting strangely. Ever since the incident at the pool with Moriarty he had been skittish. He might have thought Sherlock didn't notice but of course he did. Every time they were in a room together John would make an excuse to leave. He would be sitting in his chair when Sherlock would come into the room and sit down on the sofa. Within minutes John would start twitching, his hands would clench and unclench and he would start looking over his shoulder. Then he would rise and go up to his room or leave to do the shopping. Or just leave, no excuse given.Miscommunication4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
At first Sherlock thought it was just normal nerves. The man had been strapped to a bomb, it was normal not to want to stay still for too long. Movement made you harder to catch. But he seemed to have no trouble staying still for long periods of time when the consulting detective wasn't within his range of vision. He knew because he'd followed him one day and watched him sit on a park bench for an hour and a half.
The Reichenbach FallThe Reichenbach FallThe Reichenbach Fall3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Together they fell
Through the dark abyss
Of heaven and hell
Rivers of red
Rivers of blue
It was a great fall
I'm telling you
Tears of loss
Tears of sorrow
It made one man
The Spider weaved his web
of hate and gore
And the Reichenbach hero
Was a hero no more
Curl Up and Dye SxJIt should be amusing actually, John thinks to himself. Had he really just not let himself notice? He'd been living with a man who forced him to notice things, who got disappointed in John when he couldn't see something that to Sherlock was just so bloody obvious it didn't even need one whole brain cell to notice it, work out what it meant and file it away. He had a feeling that if Sherlock had even the first inkling of what John was thinking now he'd get that look on his face which Mrs Clarkson would get when he handed in an essay on Alexander Pope late, riddled with spelling mistakes. "Really, John you must try harder next time."Curl Up and Dye SxJ4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock has had a haircut. Brilliant deduction so far, Watson, keep going old boy. His hair is now just a shade from being the length of a military recruit, dark fuzz covering his head where once it was those minky curls that looked so thick and soft, like you could bury hands into and loose them... and this is what John can'
Home- BBC Watson x Reader Chpt. 1221B Baker St.Home- BBC Watson x Reader Chpt. 11 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You wondered if your brother, Sherlock, would be surprised to see you or if he would have anticipated your return. You hoped he’d be surprised as you adjusted the duffle over your shoulder. You rummaged around in the pocket of your military issue camouflage pants for the set of keys you always carried.
You hadn’t bothered to change when the plane had landed, instead opting to go straight home in uniform, pulling off your jacket to reveal the white tank top underneath so you could enjoy the cool London air.
Quickly unlocking the door, you forced yourself to take the stairs slowly and with the upmost stealth even though you were itching to bound up them excitedly. You carefully skipped the squeaky step, holding your dog tags so they wouldn’t clink together as you did, and came to a stop in front of the door. You caressed the knob lightly with a slight smile- Home.
It was unlocked you noted, meaning he was home or that Mrs. Hudson was cleaning, but t
Sherlock : Dobrze wiedziec John Watson był wdowcem, ojcem, miał siedemdziesiąt lat i wciąż mieszkał na Baker Street z swoim nieprzewidywalnym współlokatorem Sherlockiem Holmesem. Przez te wszystkie lata wyprowadził się stąd tylko na krótki okres małżeństwa z Mary, ale po jej śmierci wrócił do tego domu wariatów. Potrzebował hałasu, wybuchów, części ciał w lodówce. Musiał mieć obok życie, nie tylko płacz dziecka. I Sherlock dawał mu dokładnie to, czego potrzebował.Sherlock : Dobrze wiedziec3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Spojrzał na przyjaciela, który w milczeniu mierzył sobie ciśnienie. Zaraz obok leżał glukometr. Dzisiaj wszystko było w porządku. Dobrze. Holmes ostentacyjnie połknął tabletki i spojrzał na niego, uśmiechając się sztucznie. Niemal się zaśmiał, codziennie odstawiali t
ReichenbachOnce upon a time in a kingdom united,Reichenbach3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The angels and the demons so furiously fighted.
They battled on concrete, traffic lights and jewels
And belived they were better, although they were fools.
Up in the tower the devil began his plan
For the angel to suffer, and so the angel ran.
Whispers from knights at a round table
Stopped believing in the poor angel's fable
The genius was broken; there's no going back,
One name with a reference to Reichenbach.
But what's in a name, my darling, my dear?
Moriarty or Brook, there's still plently to fear.
And he stood on the roof with the sun in his eyes
And the devil was waiting to say his goodbyes.
Three people, three bullets, but this is so dull;
The devil left this world with a hole in his skull.
It dawned on the angel what had to be done.
He flew from the roof in the morning sun.
For a moment he faltered; he felt he was flying
Whilst the doctor on the pavement began 3 years of crying.
His body was broken and the angel was go
Bedside Manner: Fanfic part 2Bedside Manner: Fanfic part 25 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
John awoke late the next morning. He'd turned sideways in the chair at some point, causing an uncomfortable kink in his back. His neck however had been supported by a spare pillow during his sleep, saving it from the same fate. The hand Sherlock had latched onto was now hanging loosely off the side of the chair.
He looked to the bed, unsurprised to see Sherlock, awake, sitting cross legged in his hospital smock, either texting or searching the internet with his usual lightning fast fingers. John had been smart enough to leave the phone on top of the bedside table in case Sherlock awoke in the middle of the night and needed a distraction.
"Morning John, did you sleep well in that hideously constructed chair?" he asked without looking up.
"Ugh, not well. Now when did you wake up?"
"Quarter after seven, it's nearly nine now, I believe that's the longest I've slept in 3 years, the pillow helped a little didn't it?" He said this in the frighteningly fast speech that John was stil
The Art of TrollingThe Blog of Dr. John WatsonThe Art of Trolling3 years ago in Humor More Like This
He was my best friend and I'll always believe in him.
Hi sexy, it's me again. I'm bored. Let's play.
Rich Brook(geddit?) 29 June 15:23
I didn't actually shoot myself in the face, you know. Obviously.
Rich Brook(geddit?) 30 June 12:20
I've got your adorable conversation with Johnny-boy recorded on my phone, you know. Maybe I'll post it to Youtube.
Rich Brook(geddit?) 30 June 12: 34
"I want you to tell Lestrade, tell Mrs. Hudson, tell Molly – in fact, tell anyone who will listen to you that I INVENTED Moriarrrteeeee for MY OWN P URPOSESSS"
Rich Brook(geddit?) 30 June 12:36
And so forth. Amirite?
Rich Brook(geddit?) 30 June 12:40
The Sparrow And The Hawk Chap2The Sparrow And The Hawk Chap24 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I slept restlessly that night. I tossed and turned next to a snoring Larry, who was incessantly mumbling and disturbing my worried thoughts. I could not remove the image of Mr. Holmes from my mind. Why did he want to speak to me, of all people? It could be dangerous. He could be dangerous. I had no idea what trouble I could be entering myself into!
I rolled out of bed, my bare feet padding across the carpet and down the stairs, into the kitchen. I mustn't ask for advice from Larry, I concluded he'd be protective, as always; he'd never let me go and visit Sherlock alone, a man I barely knew. Not after what we'd both been through, the events of four years ago that still haunted our minds.
I could just stay at home tomorrow was a Sunday, and Larry would be manning the shop for the short time that it would be open. I could stay in my bedroom, pretend that I'd never read that note, never received Sherlock's invitation and had simply thrown it into the bin like I had int
Smith and Holmes Chapter 1AUTHOR'S NOTE: for Sherlock, this is set after the resolution of the Reichenbach Fall, so there will be no deliberate spoilers, save one or two lines which contain a small nod to the cliff-hanger and for The Doctor, this is set after The Doctor, The Widow and The Wardrobe, so no major spoilers at all.Smith and Holmes Chapter 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
CHAPTER 1: Meeting
"I hate you, you know."
"I know you do, but please put that aside and help us with this case."
If you ever see Sherlock Holmes he is either A) Bored, B) Annoyed or C) Frustrated. At this moment in time he was now dragged over to Nashville, Tennessee to help Lestrade with a very perplexing murder case, just two days after "returning". Even Sherlock Holmes misses his bed.
"Right," began Dr John Watson, Holmes' companion and regular blogger of their adventures. "Victim is in his late twenties, Caucasian; preliminary findings see no stab or gunshot wound so C.O.D. is internal; possible drug overdose "
"We checked his medical records," Lestrade said. "He wasn't t
The Case of John Douglas pt.15Sherlock (BBC) FanFiction (NOT SLASH) Sherlock and John have a fightThe Case of John Douglas pt.155 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
John was looking through the morning papers, John Douglas and his wife Ettie Douglas had had their death reported: G Lestrade, Scotland Yard's leading DI, has taken up this puzzling case of John and Ettie Douglas's deaths when they where found washed up on the south bank of the Thames yesterday morning. The case is still open however as more evidence is found about the unfortunates couples deaths and their prior mental conditions, which was described by friends as being 'over paranoid' it is starting to appear that this was a freak accident. British Ferries have released a statement saying that they have tightened their precautions of people falling over bored and are increasing security...' John rolled his eyes. Even he found it aggravating that the media could so easily jump to a conclusion when every possibility desperately needed to be considered. Little did they know of the real horror which was swe
The Case of John Douglas pt.13Sherlock (BBC) FanFiction (NOT SLASH) Sherlock really hasn't been taking care of himself, John gets crossThe Case of John Douglas pt.135 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"I insist that you go to bed Sherlock!" John almost shouted as Sherlock stood at the window looking out at the dark emptiness of Baker Street playing his violin loudly even though it was 3:30 in the morning. He totally ignored John and started humming along with the quick difficult melody he was playing. John stood in the door way. He was not going to go to bed until he was sure that Sherlock was getting his much needed rest.
They had been back in Baker Street for about five minute until Sherlock had insisted on not talking to anyone (or anything, his scull was downstairs with Mrs Hudson) but just slapped on three nicotine patches and picked up his violin. John had noticed these familiar signs and had taken it to mean that Sherlock was going to stay up all night and think over this case. He would not have usually minded Sherlock's behaviour, he was well used to
The Case of John Douglas pt.5Sherlock (BBC) FanFic (NOT slash), Sherlock and Lindsey Pike continue their conversation; just to let yall know this story is set before The Great GameThe Case of John Douglas pt.55 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sherlock smiled at Miss Lindsey Pike coolly. His finger tips pressed together leaning towards her in a threatening-nonthreatening way. He asked again: "Please tell me everything you know about the Scowrers assassins." Lindsey Pike stiffened and looked down, loosing her aura of cool self importance. She shifted in her seat and rubbed her hands together in an agitated way. Sherlock's quick eyes noticed all this and smiled quickly.
"Really now Sherlock." she laughed nervously trying to retain her cool charming demeanour "If your going to come in here I was expecting you to ask me about a subject I know something about!"
"But you do know something about it." said Sherlock his eyes flashing, his grin broadening "And I would very much appreciate it if you where to tell me what it was."
"Assassins, Sherlock. Assa
45 More Things You Didn't Know About Molly Hooper46. She asked Sherlock out for coffee, but she doesn't even like coffee, unless it's extremely diluted in milk and sugar. She just knew that he practically survived on it.45 More Things You Didn't Know About Molly Hooper3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
47. She's still not sure how she ended up adopting Toby. She just went in to look a kittens, and an hour later, she was signing papers for a large-ish adult male tabby. He didn't play like the other cats, but when let out of his little crate, he just jumped into her lap and settled down there. Then he looked up at her with yellow eyes like, "Well, that's settled." And it was.
48. Her hair tangles absurdly easily, which is one of the reasons she likes to keep it pulled back.
49. She's thought about cutting her hair short, but...that's a big change.
50. Other than being...well...alone, and Sherlock Holmes, her life is going exactly as she's planned for a long time. Yes, those are two big things, but it's close enough that her friends call her "Little Miss Perfect."
51. She hates raisins. They're just...wrong, all gummy
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)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was the
The Case of John Douglas pt.19Sherlock (BBC) FanFiction (NOT SLASH) John gets out a lift and then gets in a huffThe Case of John Douglas pt.195 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The first floor lifts doors of 156 Little Ryder Flats was making a strange creaking sound, almost a strange a sound as the tremendous bang which had caused the elderly Mrs McGuigan to pear round her flat door and take a look. She watched as to her amazement the door started to creek open, very slowly as if they were going though treacle. Then a metal rod poked out and started waggling around, prising the doors apart. A man's hand appeared round the door and started pulling at it to get it open. She stared as the owner of the hand's head and leg appeared and started pushing against the doors trying to make a gap big enough for him to pass through. He fell to the floor out side the lift panting with tremendous effort at which he had prised the doors apart with what looked like the railing from the inside of the lift. He looked around as the lift doors slid to and ran his fingers through his hair in
SH i wspolczesna literaturanajpierw komentarz, plzSH i wspolczesna literatura4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
- ... no i tak to właśnie było, rozumiesz? pytanie zatańczyło w powietrzu wraz z drobinkami kurzu, po czym znieruchomiało, niecierpliwie oczekując na odpowiedź, która jednak nie chciała nadejść. Mężczyzna podciągnął sobie gruby wełniany koc pod szyję, kichnął i podjął zachrypniętym, ale ożywionym głosem Ten telefon nie był przecież żadnym dowodem, tak naprawdę kluczowym czynnikiem okazały się być buty przyjaciela kuzyna żony brata zmarłego! A w szczególności dwucentymetrowe zadrapanie na...
Klucz obrócił się w zamku, zawiasy skrzypnęły, nogi przestąpiły próg.
- ... sznurówki były kupione we Francji, nie było możliwości, żeby...
Buty ustawiły się pod ścianą, kurtka zawisła n
No BulletsJohn didn't know there were no bullets.No Bullets4 years ago in Drama More Like This
So when Sherlock pulled the trigger John was already up on his feet and barrelling into him, knocking him into the only thing that would shelter them both.
Shots rang out and bullets scattered on the tile around them. He heard Moriarty shouting, "YOU FOOLS!" but his words vanished in the enormous explosion that ripped through the pool.
Then there's water filling his eyes, his nose, and his mouth. He remembers to clamp his lips shut and clings to Sherlock desperately. Cracking his eyelids open so they're razor thin slits, he peers through the dark and murky chlorine-filled water. Plaster, cement, and fibreglass sink all around them, and a faint orange glow - warped by the rippling surface - indicates fire.
John looks back at Sherlock, trying to figure out how much air the consulting detective has left. Not much, going by the straining, burning feeling in his own lungs. But they can't go back up now. The smoke would be no better for their lungs tha
Danger DayFor a moment, everything stopsDanger Day3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In a city forever in motion
The only voice, ringing in my ears
"Keep your eyes on me."
It wasn't going to happen
I wouldn't let it, somehow I could stop it
There was no way
A scrawled note without the paper
A bloody villain to paint the scene
He won't he can't
And then I, along with my friend
Felt myself tumbling down
Until nothing was alive
Dead and Buried(After Reichenbach)Dead and Buried3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
John didn't flinch, didn't even look surprised when - one fine, ordinary morning just like any other - he found Sherlock sitting in his chair with raised brows and an expecting look in his eyes.
"I'm back," he said and John only responded with a quiet "I know" and fell silent on the matter.
This wasn't right, Sherlock thought, didn't fit with how he'd imagined John react. He had imagined yelling and heated arguments, maybe even objects thrown and abuse being shouted. Calm resignation was one of the traits John did not possess - or rather, should not be able to possess. It was puzzling. Sherlock didn't like puzzles (yes, solving them was nice, was wonderful, was what he strived and lived for, but puzzles themselves were not likable in the least), but it seemed that this one needed further investigation.
John had started seeing his therapist again. Sherlock wondered why, for he still believed her to be rather incompetent. One time, he told Joh