21 Days - Halloween10:02
21 Days and 9 hours.
Should be obvious, even to you.
Need I remind you that I've only gotten seven hours sleep in the past three days thanks to your case?
Oh, my case is it? And I only got four.
They're all your cases. True but you don't have to work come Tuesday mornings.
Didn't know my cases were such a burden upon you. You always seem quite eager to assist.
You know what let's just take a breath. This could turn into a nasty fight very quickly.
Breathing is boring.
Theme Prompt - PoisonWhen John woke up again, Sherlock was still a very warm weight in his lap. A nearly full moon shone in through the window, telling him it was still the middle of the night. John smiled down at the sleeping detective and marvelled at the heat. It felt like Sherlock had a space heater underneath his skin or something. John trailed his finger lightly over Sherlock's cheek before leaning down and placing a kiss on his forehead. He really didn't want to wake the man, but he felt like he was going to explode if he didn't make it to the bathroom.Theme Prompt - Poison8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Sherlock," John murmured against Sherlock's skin. "I need you to wake up for me." Sherlock cracked his
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 - 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
Merry Christmas, Sherlock, and Happy New YearsSherlock sat in the ally way a few blocks from 221B, a cigarette burning lazily in his right hand, a phone in his left. His eyes were glued on the phone, the pink silicone case feeling smooth in the palm of his hand. As he raised his right hand to his lips to take a long drag of the cigarette, his eyes fluttering closed, memories rushing back to him.Merry Christmas, Sherlock, and Happy New Years6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
" You don't have a girlfriend then? "
"Girlfriend? No, not really my area.
Oh, right then. Do you have a boyfriend? Which is fine, by the way."
"Right, okay. You're unattached, just like me. Fine. Good."
"John, um… I think you should know that I consider myself married to my work an
Ties4:03Ties5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Are you milking the cow yourself?
You left two hours ago to get milk. Are you milking her yourself, or is this some sort of death match with the chip and pin machine?
I told you I was going to the pub and then I'd get milk on the way home.
You didn't say a word about the pub.
True – I said I was going out. Which almost always translates to – I'm going to the pub.
Shouldn't there be quotations marks in there somewhere?
Can you just stuff it?
Can I? Yes, I suppose I am physically capable.
Prat. Will you just stuff it?
No. I'm bored.
I can't sleep without youSherlock twitched in his bed and rolled over, unable to shake this feeling...I can't sleep without you8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Something was missing. Not from him, but from the flat... But what..?
John. John was at his girlfriend's house, crashing there. He wasn't in his bed like he always was. Sherlock reached for his phone.
What is it Sherlock? It's like... 2:30 in the morning... -JW
I... I need you... -SH
What do you expect me to do? -JW
Please come home... -SH
Sherlock, it's 2:30 in the morning! I can't come home! -JW
What's the problem anyway? -JW
I can't sleep without you here. -SH
What? How do you mean? -JW
The flat is too empty. I need you here to f
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 - 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
Theme Prompt - AlgebraGot the place, boss. - GWTheme Prompt - Algebra9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Excellent! Are dear Sherlock and John home yet? - JM
Yes. Their cop friend brought them back and left a few minutes ago. - GW
Can you see John right now? - JM
Yes. He's asleep in his armchair. Easy shot if you want me to take it. - GW
Only if Sherlock can see and he's in no danger of getting hurt. - JM
I've done the math, boss. Sherlock can be just about anywhere in that flat and I won't hit him. Though he's asleep now. - GW
You know, I've never enjoyed math. Especially algebra. But wait until my dear wakes up. I want him to see his heart die. - JM
Whatever, boss. Will text you when it's done. - GW
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
Three Continents Watson10:12Three Continents Watson8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
What are you wearing?
You know I loathe repeating myself John.
That's not really an appropriate question Sherlock.
And why not?
I'm at work.
You really don't see a problem with this?
No. I need the information and I'm asking for it.
And why do you need the information?
For the case obviously.
How are my clothes relevant to the case?
Because I need you to meet someone at a cafe for me when you go to lunch.
And you need to know what I'm wearing because?
I need to ensure that you
Theme Prompt - DisappearGary stared at the lighted boards at Heathrow airport. The ticket he'd bought to JFK in New York was clutched in his hand, the time of his flight highlighted in dark ink. 4:45 pm was when the flight was scheduled to leave and he could see the plane taxi into the terminal. Only another half hour and he would be free. He could disappear into America and Moriarty would never be able to find him.Theme Prompt - Disappear8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Thinking of his bank balance, Gary let out a silent chuckle. Moriarty definitely paid well. If the man wasn't so obviously insane, Gary wouldn't have minded continuing to work for him. After all, Moriarty merely asked him to do things he was good at and
Theme Prompt - QuestA decisive pounding on the door downstairs interrupted the standoff the two men were in. Sherlock could hear Mrs. Hudson opening the door, her voice shrill as she took in the paramedics. Knowing that he couldn't do anything about Moriarty right now, Sherlock tucked the gun back into his jeans.Theme Prompt - Quest8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Let them save John," Sherlock whispered before the paramedics burst into the room. He turned back to John, giving the man who reached the supine doctor first all the information he knew. Watching as they stabilized John and did all they could to stop the bleeding, Sherlock felt something within him crystallize into a determined resolve. This was the l
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
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I’ll never forget it. The one moment I will remember for the rest of my life.
I was standing at the window of 221B Baker Street, drinking tea, just where HE had stood so many times. I had seen him stand in this exact spot, drinking the same tea, from the same cup. I missed him more than I could possibly voice. After the funeral 3 years previous, after the worst day of my life, Mrs. Hudson had kindly lowered the rent of 221B, tears in her eyes as she said, “I couldn’t imagine that flat with someone new in it John, you must stay.”. I was paying her what I could, I helped around the buildi
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.
12: Cider: JohnLock- "I want cider."12: Cider: JohnLock6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"No. You were drunk a few days ago and I don´t want you to be drunk again."
- "I want to drink it!"
"NO means NO!"
- "Give it to me!"
"I do NOT want to see you drunk again."
- "You were also drunk 2 days ago, remember?"
- "Give it. Give me the cider back!"
- "So you want to drink it on your own?!"
"Wha- no! None of us will drink today!"
- "You prefer a different "entertainment"?"
"..." Sherlock blushed a bit.
"Yes" was his whispered answer. John grinned and pulled Sherlock on the couch, kissing him.
- "Good boy ~ "
".... you´re already drunk, right...?"
Missing Piece Chapter 1 - JohnlockChapter OneMissing Piece Chapter 1 - Johnlock10 months ago in Romance More Like This
It was a perfectly normal day at 221b Baker Street, but John had had a really bad day at work and the small piece of patience he usually had for such a normal day was wearing thin. Very, very thin. So it should be completely understandable when the good doctor snapped.
It was his bloody right to snap from time to time. Normal his ass! This was absolutely intolerable and unbearable.
"Goddamn it, Sherlock!" John shouted furiously, standing in front of the opened fridge. Tapping his foot impatiently, he waited for an answer or better yet for the named person to step into the kitchen. No reply. No Sherlock came.
"Get you lazy ass
BBC Sherlock: Twinkle, twinkle little starSherlock was hunched over his microscope, observing intently strands of hair sandwiched between panes of glass, when the silence that blissfully permeated the flat was broken by the sound of footsteps coming from downstairs. The detective pricked up his ears. Obviously, the commotion was made by John, who else? Sherlock wouldn't be himself though if at this point he didn't try to deduce his lover's state of mind. He always knew beforehand how John felt. And today John seemed happy. Excited, possibly. That was... odd. Normally, after a full day at work John was dead on his feet and barely able to crawl up the stairs. What happened? Sherlock waBBC Sherlock: Twinkle, twinkle little star8 months ago in Romance More Like This
BBC Sherlock: The Ghost of YouOctober 31, Halloween. Just another day, another empty date in the calendar. All days were the same since Sherlock had died. John woke up, took a shower, went to work, returned from work, sat idly while staring blankly at the wall, took shower again, went to bed. Stuck in a loop. Dull, tedious, predictable, unbearable.BBC Sherlock: The Ghost of You8 months ago in Drama More Like This
The stupor and ennui weren't all that bad, though. They helped John to distance himself, to switch his mind off, not to think about what he had lost and how hollow, how broken he felt. Nothing could change his miserable state. His friends' efforts to help him move on were all in vain. John noticed the grinning jack-o'-lantern
BBC Sherlock: NightmaresThe moment John woke up, he knew something was wrong. He was a light sleeper, courtesy of Afghanistan, so any sign of danger could instantly jolt him wide awake. And now he clearly sensed that his life was hanging by a thread. However, John decided to be cautious and not to make any unnecessary movements, which might provoke an assault. Instead he just opened his eyes slightly and carefully scanned the room shrouded in darkness. Yes, his instinct didn't fail him. There was someone standing at the door. The stranger was motionless, but John could hear him breathing irregularly, as if he just stopped running and tried to calm down. A shadowy, aBBC Sherlock: Nightmares1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
In The Dark - Chapter 7It was a picture of John. He was smiling; his face was lit up with happiness. It was beautifully drawn, as if by an expert. John's eyes felt hot, and his vision blurred from the wet tears that glazed his eyes. He missed Sherlock so much. He wished he could talk to him about the things he'd found. Instead, they remained as unsaid conversations, begging to be had but the person to have them with wasn't there. He sat on the edge of Sherlock's bed and looked through the rest of the sketch book.In The Dark - Chapter 77 months ago in Drama More Like This
There was a twinge in Sherlock's stomach, like something had occurred… something important.
"Don't be stupid, you may as well be superstitious to thi
In The Dark - Chapter 8It was a bit past eleven at night when Sherlock got back to Molly's flat.In The Dark - Chapter 87 months ago in Drama More Like This
"Where the hell were you?" she asked, with a stressed expression. "I tried ringing you but you didn't pick up!"
"I left my phone here." Sherlock replied plainly.
"So would you care to explain where you were then?"
Sherlock mumbled a response which was hardly audible.
"Baker Street." He said a bit louder.
"Sherlock! Do you know how risky that is? You could have been seen!"
"Do you think I didn't know that? I wish I never went, but it's done now, so there's no use arguing about it." Sherlock disappeared down the hall.
Molly sighed, and went to the bathroo