Panthera Pardus Chapter 26:48pmPanthera Pardus Chapter 22 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Twelve minutes… twelve minutes till either hell came crashing down around him or he was lifted on to a higher plane. Twelve minutes till John arrived… or didn't arrive. Sherlock dug his fingers into his thick hair. Twelve minutes was too long! Sherlock hadn't even figured out how to approach John about the subject that they were bonded mates. Well… semi-bonded… They would have to complete the bonding in order to be fully bonded. There was still a huge chance this would not work and then Sherlock would be left with nothing. Less than nothing…
Three more minutes… Sherlock paced the floor, hoping and wishing and praying to every deity that he had heard of. And then he heard it. A sharp triple knock on the door. John… Sherlock nearly vaulted the entire staircase in his hurry to get to the door. He whipped open the door just in time to see John's raised hand as he was about to knock again. "You came," Sherlock whispered.
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 Hooper2 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
Because I'd Die For You :1:Because I'd Die For You: Part 1: BBC Sherlock Slash FicBecause I'd Die For You :1:3 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters.
Spoilers: Don't read if you haven't watched "The Great Game".
Sherlock looked to John for reassurance that he was doing the right thing. He needed to know that it was okay because he, himself, was unsure. He knew that the bomb was the logical choice. It would end Moriarty and the death that followed him like a dark, wispy shroud. The blast might take him too if he couldn't think of a way out in time, but that was fine. He just didn't know if he could do that to John, he didn't know if he could bare the thought, so he needed him to tell him that it would be okay.
The barrel of the gun was trained upon the bomb, his hand steady, his face as solid as stone. He gazed into the eyes of the just as unwavering Moriarty before looking back to his loyal companion again, one last time. And he saw it, the slightest of nods. It was all he required.
Sherlock fired within the very same instant and time
Ridiculous221b. I need your help, now. -SHRidiculous2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sherlock, no. I'm on a date! -JW
This is more important. -SH
What is it? -JW
I've deleted forks. -SH
This afternoon while researching for the Whitfield case I apparently deleted the deceptively simple but necessary motor skills required in handling a fork.
draft: How the
draft: I'm not
So eat something with your hands! -JW
John this is important. Aren't you always saying I need to eat? -SH
And now I'm trying and you won't assist me. -SH
What a shame, guess I'll just have to go hungry. -SH
John sighed, pocketing his phone just as Katherine returned from the bathroom. She smiled at him. "Miss me?"
He tried not to make eye contact. "Erm, not exactly...there's a bit of an emergency at the flat."
She raised her eyebrows.
"I, um, I have to go...help Sherlock. He accidentally...well." He grimaced. "Look, I'm really sorry. I know you were looking forward- I mean, you could just come with me. To the flat. Get...take-out or something?"
JohnLock - His Broken Angel(Read the AN first please)JohnLock - His Broken Angel2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
When John turns his head and sees Sherlock, he doesn't know what to do at first.
He doesn't know if he should believe him to believe or if he has finally gone complete bonkers after all those years.
But the hand on his shoulder feels real enough... Should he dare to believe?
Should he dare to believe that his long lost friend is back? That he was alive all that time?
John Watson's never been a believer of the supernatural, so that should by his normal standards make this very easy to decide. But his brain is foggy; it's not what it once used to be, so he does not know what to think.
At last, after what seems like hours, but in fact was mere seconds, his brain believes Sherlock to be real, to be there. And once his brain has decided that is the fact; so does his heart.
And when John Watson's heart decides on something, there's no going back.
Sherlock Holmes is real. He is alive and he is right there, behind Joh
Nursery Rhymes Are Deadly 1London Bridge is Falling DownNursery Rhymes Are Deadly 14 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Another long, boring day. Sherlock and John hadn't had a case in over two weeks and the doctor could tell the boredom was beginning to take its toll on the detective. The man would occasionally stand up walk to the door or the window then stop and turn quickly and half run half shuffle over to the other side of the apartment. Twice he had gone to the fridge, opened it, stared inside then slammed the door making his flatmate jump in surprise.
"Will you sit down please? You're making me nervous." John said finally, slamming his computer shut. He had been trying to update his blog but unfortunately Sherlock's constant movement was becoming a bit of a distraction.
"You like being nervous." Sherlock countered, not even looking at him.
"True as that may be I would like to focus. Sit down and watch the telly or something." the doctor said.
"Eh. Boring." the detective said returning to the sofa and falling onto it none to gracefully.
"I'm sure something wil
Nursery Rhymes Are Deadly 7Bah Bah Black SheepNursery Rhymes Are Deadly 73 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Any ideas?" Lestrade asked as they parked in front of 221b.
"Several. All rather unlikely." Sherlock replied, climbing out of the car. "Stay here. John will want to put on some dry clothes and will insist I do the same but I want to get to the hospital to speak to Ms. Potter as soon as possible." he said slamming the door behind him.
Lestrade looked at John who shrugged and said "We really should put on something dry." before follow Sherlock into the flat.
Once inside he made his way up to his room where he quickly changed into a dry jumper and a fresh pair of trousers, along with whatever other articles of clothing that need to be replaced. Once dressed he went back down to the main room, certain Sherlock would also be dressed and annoyed at him for taking so long.
Instead he found his flatmate sitting on the couch, shirt unbuttoned and still wearing wet socks, staring at his cell phone as it rang.
"Are you going to answer that?" John sighed.
The Benefits of Strangers -Wholock-Summary: They both lost the one they loved. But sometimes all you need to heal is someone to listen.The Benefits of Strangers -Wholock-2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Pairings/Characters: Sherlock/John, 10th Doctor
If someone had told John Watson an hour ago that he'd be patching up a total stranger in his sitting room, a stranger with two hearts and a really odd air about him, he'd have laughed them out of London.
But that's where he was right now. The stranger was laid out on the couch, his beige coat spread out underneath him as John focused on the gashes criss-crossing his leg and torso. John tried not to think about all the times it was a black coat instead. The memories still flashed in his mind.
His patient gasped, and John forcefully focused himself on the present.
"So I can see why you didn't want to visit St. Bart's. They would've kept you more for your two hearts than your injuries." He finished off the stitches he was working on. "What's your name? I hate to say 'hey, you' when my hands are covered in someone's blood.
To the crime scene! (a Sherlock one-shot)A door slammed, making John jump in his seat, and before he had even fully turned the cause of the slam was speaking.To the crime scene! (a Sherlock one-shot)1 year ago in Humor More Like This
"Hurry John! We've got another case!" Sherlock proclaimed, eyes flashing and one hand still splayed on the door as he waited expectantly for the other's reply (though he'd barely finished speaking himself).
'Inpatient as always...' John thought ruefully.
"In a bit."
The silence that fell clearly said that was not the correct response.
"I said 'in a bit', as in 'not now'." the doctor answered a bit distractedly, already typing away once more.
"Why not now?" Sherlock demanded.
"I'm just finishing writing out our last case. I'll catch up..." he waved the detective off.
"But you don't even know what's happened this time!"
Now slightly disheartened, the dark haired male frowned, "Don't you want to know?"
But this time his question was met with complete silence, save the keys tapping.
Sighing loudly said doctor closed his eyes, "W
JohnLock - How to save a lifeSherlock looked down at the pavement. The grey, hard surface called his name and told him to come closer. He stood on the roof of a brick building and the tips of his black shoes floated in the air.JohnLock - How to save a life2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
He closed his eyes and rocked back and forth. He inhaled the cold air through his nose and opened his eyes to find that big white snowflakes had begun to fall from the cloudy sky. He laughed briefly and closed his eyes again. Hot tears ran slowly down his cheeks. He exhaled warm air from the bottom of his lungs and let go of his tensions. His body slowly began to fall forward, heading for the hard ground beneath him. He smiled.
Somewhere along in the bitterness
"I'm sorry" he whispered.
He felt that something took a hold of his long coat and violently pulled him back. He gasped. If this was the feeling of death, then he was not impressed at all. He fell onto the roof and landed on his back. He looked up at the man standing in front of him
Crystal Cold 10"You couldn't have honestly thought that I was stupid enough to let you go alone?" Lestrade inquired amazedly.Crystal Cold 103 years ago in Romance More Like This
Sherlock ran a careful hand over the bandaged part of his upper back, wincing at the soreness. "Maybe I could."
The Detective Inspector shook his head mutely, seemingly at a loss. The silence stretched on, until finally Sherlock spoke.
"Any sign of Moriarty?"
"Nothing. And none of those snipers of his, either. Not to mention the diamond. They're going to have to thaw the whole place, waste that much meat, just to find the damned stone. And I suppose Scotland Yard will be expected to pay for it."
Sherlock sighed, slumping down a bit farther in the plastic chair he'd been situated in. He'd never particularly liked hospitals. Though useful, they also kept themselves irritatingly clean. The scent of disinfectant seemed to be slowly poisoning his sinuses. They were also kind enough to bar visitors to a room. Which was possibly the most infuriating thing he could think of at the mom
Blue VelvetFandom: "Sherlock" (BBC, 2010)Blue Velvet4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ostrzeżenie: sugerowane bromance - Jim x Sherlock, Sherlock x John. Post!TGG, ale niezbyt mocno zaznaczone.
"Miłość nigdy nie ustaje"
Stał we mgle, na szarym, brudnym piasku, pod ciemnym nocnym niebem, i czekał. Czekał, uśmiechając się leniwie, patrzył niewidzącym wzrokiem w mętne wody Tamizy i kołysał się lekko na piętach.
Chłód wkradał się pod skórę i przenikał kości, ale jemu nigdy nie przeszkadzało coś tak przyziemnego jak chłód.
Było bardzo późno, a może bardzo wcześnie nie miało to jednak dla niego wielkiego znaczenia. Ważne było, że wciąż czekał. Zaczynał się już niecierpliwić, czas się dłużył mimo swej nieistotności, i czekanie okazywało się w końcu nudne, tak nudne.
Sweeter Than MoonlightSweeter Than Moonlight4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
There was no answer.
"Holmes... Wake up!"
A sleepy set of chocolate brown eyes flickered open to look upon the face of the man that had woken him from his dreams. Passed the strands of black hair, the kneeling form of a well-built blonde man could be seen, smiling at him. The Detective blinked a few times, attempting to deduce through his half-dazed state why his Doctor could have wanted him awake at such an hour.
"Come on then. Sit up."
"What is it?"
"I want to show you something!"
Watson's crystal blue eyes shone in the moonlight that peeked through the window on the back wall of the sitting room of 221b Baker Street as he lead his Detective through it. The smile had not faded from his face as Holmes followed behind in complete confusion. Watson very rarely woke him. What could have been so important? He was certain he would find out as Watson lead him through the hallway into the Doctor's room.
"What's this about?" He
1000 Reasons WhySummary: John comes home after shopping to find Sherlock left him a note. Turns out there are plenty more where that came from.1000 Reasons Why2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Johnlock proposal fic, because there aren't enough out there and that needs to be fixed.
Pairing: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
John cursed under his breath as he jiggled his keys in the lock, the groceries precariously balanced on his free arm. He kicked the door shut behind him and went to the kitchen to unload his bags. He stopped in the doorway when he spotted the... substance sitting on top of the table.
The table they prepared food on and ate off of.
"Sherlock!" he groaned, edging around the table and putting the groceries on the counter. "I thought I told you to keep your experiments off the table?"
He received no answer, and quickly checked the flat. He found no Sherlock, and was about to start worrying when his phone went off. He unlocked it and saw it was a text from Sherlock.
Lestrade called me out on a case. Boring, but
Sherlock bakes a cake.Sherlock opened his eyes and looked at the clock.Sherlock bakes a cake.2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
" Suppose I'd better make an effort." Rolling his eyes, he heaved himself out of his chair and slouched to the kitchen. "Now cakes " Sherlock deftly pulled a dog eared book from the shelf. It was John's birthday, and he'd decided to actually do something for it. Not like last year, when his forgetting and ignoring of the occasion resulted in quite a nasty and icy silence.
" I wonder what kind of cake Birthday .certain recipe ?" He muttered, flicking through the pages. " just flour eggs sugar " Sherlock slammed the book shut. "Pfft. It's just a
cake. Mixing things together and putting it in the oven. How hard can it be?"
Sherlock stood over a large mixing bowl on the table, hands plated firmly on either side of it and staring into the less than appetising mixture. It had turned a very peculiar greyish brown. Flour plastered one side of his face and strands of egg webbed his hair
The Friendly Sniper Part 2Mycroft sat in a room filled with a dozen monitors flashing black and white CCTV recordings. In front of each screen but Mycroft's own sat two people. The entire surveillance and protection team he'd had following Dr. Watson had volunteered along with a surprisingly large number of other people.The Friendly Sniper Part 22 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Later, Mycroft would concern himself with how they all had even heard of the situation.
Much later, he would look into why Captain Watson of the Fifth Northumberland Fusiliers, who was trained as a doctor first and a soldier second, had managed to spot a rogue gunman without any of Mycroft's men even realizing the gunman was there.
Next Tuesday, he'd planned a rather lengthy kidnapping session for the doctor where they would discuss his rather flippant dismissal of imminent danger and his utter disregard for his own life. He would be including Mrs. Hudson, she'd always seemed to have some kind of hold over Sherlock and his doctor, perhaps her worry would rub off on him somehow. He ought
The Empty KitchenSummary:The Empty Kitchen2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
John was coping. He was doing fine. Really. It was fine. It was all fine. Really. He was. Really. Post-Reichenbach Angst
John thought he was coping well.
It had taken him a bit but he had finally managed to bring himself back to Baker Street. He'd had to stand in the door for about ten minutes before he dared to venture over the threshold, but he'd done it.
And it was fine.
He was fine.
It was all fine.
He hadn't broken down upon seeing kitchen table cleared off in the first time for months (years, centuries). The sight of the plain cardboard boxes filled with science equipment hadn't completely destroyed him, though the only boxes he'd actually managed to bring himself to touch were the ones he could tell contained chemicals.
He wouldn't have even touched those but then he'd just happened to notice Mrs. Hudson had put the ammonia right next to the bleach. That had made him frown (because wasn't that something everyone and their dog knew not
Awaken the Addict, Pt 1It was so unassuming.Awaken the Addict, Pt 12 years ago in Drama More Like This
It just sat there, on the soft, rumpled surface of the comforter that lay over his bed.
The white plastic plunger. The clear, millimetre-marked canister, filled with an equally diamond-hued liquid. The long steel needle, glittering dangerously, daring those who looked at it to fall into it's hellish trap.
If it was good enough for him...
Dusty blue orbs regarding this instrument of injection in front of him. He didn't even remember how he came across it, but he knew that it sat with him now, whispering to him, like some shadow of a long-ago demon, desperate for attention once more.
His eyes hurt...too much crying. Eyelashes were marred by drops of salt water, as tears continued to stream forth. His breath came at a steady rhythm, with a tremble, and the horrible weight of grief on every lengthy sigh.
Three years ago.
Three years ago today...
That's what people do, don't they? Leave a note?
Leave a note? When?
He picked u
Sentiment - A Duet for Clarinet and Violin1stMovementSentiment - A Duet for Clarinet and Violin1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Dolce con duolo
“Thank you for coming by, John.” Clara sent him a sad little smile. John returned it as warmly as he could.
“Not at all. Thank you for storing my stuff all these years. I mean, I know I should have done something about it sooner but between the army and everything...”
She followed him to the stairs to the attic. “It's quite alright, we had the room for it. But now with the house being sold-” her voice quavered, threatening to break. John wavered, not knowing what to say, but Clara quickly rallied and cleared her throat. “Anything you want to get rid of, just put it on the couch in the living room. That’s going as well.”
John felt a twinge in his stomach. That couch was the first piece of furniture Harry and Clara had bought together. He supposed it was symbolic that Clara was throwing it out.
He managed a smile. “Okay. It'll likely be most of the stuff. No idea why I hung on to
::Halves::"JOHN!" Sherlock called out. He'd woken up with a pounding in his head, his throat sore, and an extreme lightheadedness that entertained the thought of impending nausea. Sherlock closed his eyes, grimacing. John, who had been rudely awakened by Sherlock's shouting, groggily sat up and rubbed his eyes. He looked at his alarm clock, his eyes adjusting to the brightness of the digital numbers. Five. Five in the morning.::Halves::2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Christ," he muttered, swinging his legs off the side of his bed. He stood and strode to the door, down the stairs, and to his flat mate's room. "Sherlock, it's five in the morning," He said, as he opened the door, "What do you want? And it better be good. I have work this morning." He leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms. Sherlock groaned, and tried to sit up. It proved to be quite difficult, and almost painful, so he dropped back onto his pillows with a thud. To make the matter worse, the thud knocked the air out of him, sending him into a coughing fit
Chapter 4 - 221B Paw StoriesChapter 4 - 221B Paw Stories2 years ago in Humor More Like This
221B PAW STORIES
«(o.o)» . «(o.o)»
… and You for Me
Sherlock wasn't pleased at all – and that was an understatement. Since the last time John had transformed into a manul, he'd been positively avoiding Sherlock and even the flat in general. He took more hours at the clinic and was spending most nights out, often his new girlfriend's place. He'd been very quick in dating that one, Sherlock noticed – but he didn't look further into it. Maggie. What a dull, trite name.
Of course he would always come right away if Sherlock asked, but if it wasn't truly important, he would leave just as soon, having done whatever Sherlock had called him for. He was still the faithful friend and blogger, watching his back during chases and helping him insofar as he was able during cases. Yet something was different
The Adventure of the Missing ReindeerJohn looked at Sherlock who was meticulously shifting through all the straw on the floor of the stall. Once straw and floor was examined to the detective's satisfaction, he whipped out his magnifier and studied the trough with the same attention to details, dipping a finger into the bottom then held it up to his nose to sniff it.The Adventure of the Missing Reindeer2 years ago in Humor More Like This
A head pocked over John's shoulder and observed Sherlock's antics. A furry, antlered head. A reindeer's head.
“What's he doing?” the reindeer asked.
The talking reindeer. Santa's talking reindeer.
John felt hysterical giggles press their way up through his larynx, but he managed to swallow them, if he started he knew he wouldn't be able to stop. He was still trying to wrap his head around it all. From the red clad, white bearded, overweight man who had arrived in their sitting room via the chimney – that alone had been enough to spark at least mild interest from Sherlock – over said man's (John refused to believe that it was really Sant
Everything Wrong with Sherlock's Day Ch 3Everything Wrong with Sherlock's Day Ch 311 months ago in Humor More Like This
1. Fed Jerry flies.
2. Blowtorched a scalp over stove.
3. Got yelled at for blowtorching a scalp by John.
4. Rejected ten cases from people on John’s blog.
5. Went to Pet Shop to get Jerry a proper tank (I’ve kept him in John’s shoe box).
6. Ran into Moriarty’s henchman “The Golem” on way home.
7. Trapped Golem in a dumpster.
8. Took five nicotine patches out of boredom.
9. Blew up can of beans in microwave.
10. Went with John to buy a new microwave.
11. Ran into Molly at store.
12. She’s still wearing that sweater!!?
13. Brought microwave oven home.
14. Found the Golem trying to break into my room.
15. Threw him out the window.
16. Took a case from Lestrade regarding kidnapped Russian ballerina..
17. Figured out it it was Moriarty and saved ballerina from kidnappers on boat.
18. Crashed boat into a port.
19. Avoided charges with help from ballerina’s father, the Russian Ambassador to the UK.
20. Went back home to look at skull.
Sherlock/John Reichenbach fall John's POV'Damn this cab is taking forever ' I thought to myself as I went back to the hospital. 'How could I have been so stupid?! Sherlock is probably in trouble with Moriarty right now and I'm stuck in this stupid car!' I nervously wiped my sweaty hands on my trousers as the car drove on. The actual ride from the flat to St. Bartholomew's Hospital was only ten minutes away, but with all the things running though my head at the moment, what if Sherlock is already dead, when I get there how can I help him, what if Sherlock already arrested Moriarty, made it feel like an hour. 'Finally!' We had finally stopped outside the hospital when my phone started to ring. I looked at the caller Id and relaxed as I saw his name there, 'He's alive, thank God!'Sherlock/John Reichenbach fall John's POV2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Hello? Sherlock? Are you alright?" I asked as I quickly walked towards the hospital doors.
"John! Stop walking and