Sherlock x John Part 7When John woke up that morning and went down stairs, Sherlock was sitting on the couch, wrapped in a thick doona, sniffling. Alarmed, John rushed over to him. "Are you alright, Sherlock?" he asked, worriedly, pressing his wrist to Sherlock's forehead.Sherlock x John Part 73 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Sherlock swatted his hand away. "Don't be daft John. I am perfectly alright," he responded, his voice sounding thick.
"Sherlock! You've got a fever; you have to go back to bed, no buts, doctor's orders. I'll call the clinic; tell them I'm taking the day off. Now, up to bed with you, I'll be with you in a sec with a nice hot cup of tea," John fussed, shooing Sherlock away.
Grumbling, Sherlock complied, complaining all the way. Well, he wouldn't be Sherlock if he didn't.
Grinning, John picked up his cell and dialled the office, praying Sarah wouldn't be there. He started fixing Sherlock some tea as he did so. "Hello, Sarah speaking. How may I help you?" Sarah answered politely.
"Ah, hello Sarah, John here. Just wanted to let you
Sherlock x John Part 4John sighed, closing his eyes briefly before opening them again and looking straight at Mycroft. "What about Sherlock and I?" He asked wearily, not really in the mood to deal with him.Sherlock x John Part 43 years ago in Profiles More Like This
"As his older brother, I feel that it is my duty to warn you of the consequences if you happen to break Sherlock's heart," Mycroft stated, completely serious.
John knew he was being serious, but the words sounded strange coming out of Mycroft's mouth. "I know that is how you feel, Mycroft, but I think that it is none of your business what Sherlock and I do. Besides, Sherlock is old enough to kill me himself if I happen to break his heart, which I have no wish to do," John stated, lifting an eye brow at Mycroft.
"I know that is so, John, but just know that I will be watching. And if you do any wrong to my brother, accidental or not, it will be me you will face," he threatened.
John bristled at the threat was just about to tell Mycroft exactly what he thought, but the door opened and
Sherlock x John Part 6John slowly walked downstairs after getting dressed, the same question pounding through his head though he tried to ignore it; why hadn't Sherlock come and slept in bed with him?Sherlock x John Part 63 years ago in Profiles More Like This
He shook his head irritably, already in a bad mood. Apparently he couldn't get a good night's sleep without Sherlock, which made him annoyed at himself and sink deeper into his bad mood. He skipped his tea, and grabbed his jumper, storming past Sherlock and straight down the stairs. His bad mood deepened even more when all the cabs ignored him, forcing him to walk.
He arrived late with a massive headache, and Sarah was being rude and unhelpful. His clients are were whiny and annoying. Sarah made him stay after work to do paperwork at which point he was ready to shoot something. Even that blasted smiley face on the wall.
His patience was wearing thin as he entered the flat at 7pm, and then remembered he had to go out with Greg. He marched straight up to his room and changed into something nice. He shaved, for h
Sherlock : TextsThank you. Please, take care of him. Watch after him SHSherlock : Texts3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Oh, I know. I'll water him twice a week Molly
Don't, Molly. Don't try to joke SH
Sorry - Molly
How is he? SH
Depressed. He misses you Molly
I knew he would. SH
How about you? How are you? Molly
Bored. And terrified by food. That bigos thing looks strange SH
Oh! I heard it's good! Fetch me some? Molly
How? I won't be in London for... I don't know how long SH.
Here, have a picture of bigos SH
You're right. It looks strange Molly
He got himself a puppy Molly
Oh God. It's worse than I thought SH
Yup. It's a bulldog. Gladstone! It's drooling everywhere and it's rather lazy Molly
He should have gotten himself a Labrador. At least he didn't call him Sherlock SH
He was thinking about it. I told him it was stupid Molly
Thank you SH
He has a girlfriend Molly
Her name is Mary. She's nic
Always Look at the Hands"Always look at the hands first, John."Always Look at the Hands3 years ago in Romance More Like This
That's what he had told him once. He didn't know if John had paid any attention to it, but it was one of his sure-fire methods of deduction. After observing one's hands, you were then to examine the cuffs of their clothing, their trousers, and then the trainers or boots.
One quiet night at Baker Street, John had been lying on the couch reading, but only after an hour or so had dozed off and the book had slumped onto his chest. Sherlock had come into the room, looking for something, but he lost the thought (a rare occurrence for him) when he saw John. Looking so peaceful. He knew that everyone looked peaceful when they slept, but still, he couldn't help but walk over to the couch and just look at him, and after a few minutes, he kneeled beside him to look closer. He took in everything. The way John's breath was deep and how his chest rose and fell, how his hands still held the book, how every once in a while he would swallow and take a de
Texting: Part OneSH: Bored.Texting: Part One4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
JW: I'm sorry. Pester someone else. I'm working.
JW: What do you want me to do?
SH: Something entertaining.
JW: And what qualifies as "entertaining" to you?
SH: I don't know, just do something. I'm bored. Or find me another serial murder case or something. My mind is stagnant, John, stagnant.
JW: Why don't you ask Lestrade or your homeless network?
SH: They're boring.
JW: And I'm somehow not?
JW: How is that?
SH: They're stupid.
JW: You think I am intelligent and Lestrade isn't?
SH: No, I think you're simply more intelligent. He is not.
JW: I see... Well, flattery, intended or not, will get you nowhere. I have another patient coming in.
JW: So, Sherlock, I needed to tend to my patient. Someone has to bring in money to pay the rent.
SH: I do pay rent. They've put me on payroll for the crimes I solve and I get paid per hour.
JW: By Scotland Yard?
SH: Yes, who else would it be? Random people from the street? Actually, that's not such a bad idea...
BBC Sherlock: In Bed"I'm dying, John!" Sherlock whined, looking at his flatmate like a sad puppy.BBC Sherlock: In Bed3 years 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."
"I won't, staying in bed is boring!" Sherlock stated defiantly, sat up and folded his arms on his chest.
"Sherlock, lie down!" A note of warning could be heard in John's voice. He used that tone to his most problematic patients at the hospital.
"No!" Holmes pouted like a stubborn child, ostentatiously not looking at John.
"Lie. Down." John repeated more force
The LessonThe Lesson3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Honestly John, it's really quite simple."
"No, Sherlock! It's not 'quite simple!'"
"Of the two human beings in this room, which one is more able to make a well-informed and intelligent decision on the difficulty of a certain task?"
"I really think there's only one human being in this room: me. But in any case I should cause I'm normal."
Sherlock scoffed. "Ugh. Boring. Now try it again."
"Sherlock, my fingers are tired. I seriously can't play anymore. My fingers are going to start bleeding and I'm going to get an infection."
"Are you insinuating something about the cleanliness of my bow?"
"Actually, maybe I am." John set the violin down on the armchair. "You've come home soaked in blood before."
"Pig's blood." Sherlock murmured.
"As if that makes it alright!" John shouted, throwing his hands up in defeat. "How am I supposed to know what sort of rubbish gets on your bow?" He crossed the room, desperate to get away from the world's most aggravating flatmate, and let himself fall onto the
Why Me? Part ISometimes I lie awake at night and ask myself, "Why me?"Why Me? Part I3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tonight is no different. I am supposed to be finally getting some rest after a long, hard day's work. By "work," I mean baby-sitting Sherlock and helping him with his cases. My job at the clinic is far easier to manage than tackling the enigma that is Sherlock Holmes. Today, he was especially difficult. It all started this morning
when freezing water splashed onto my face and Sherlock's cross visage was frowning inches away from mine. I lurched backwards a few metres and slammed into the wall, which elicited a string of profanities. I looked at the clock. 2:34 a.m. Furious, I shouted,
"What the bloody hell are you doing!?"
"You're Excuse me?"
"Suffering ennui and the banality and vapidity of the common criminal class. Surrounded by tedium and the mundane. In short, bored."
There were times when I just wanted to kill Sherlock in the worst way possible, not cari
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 Problem3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Hello, John," he said casually, eyes fixed on John.
"Hello, Sherlock," John replied quickly and hurried to the kitchen, clearly trying to avoid the attention of his flatmate. Obviously, that had quite the opposite effect, especially when a muffled "meow" could be heard coming from the general direction of John.
"John?" Sherlock asked with misleading calmness.
"Yes?" The water was dripping from him as if
johnlockThere was something weird going on with Sherlock. He barely talked to me anymore, hadn't touched his violin in at least 2 weeks, was almost always somewhere else, rejected every case Lestrade offered him. It was weird. I was worried about him. Sherlock was about to go somewhere, when I stopped him.johnlock3 years ago in Romance More Like This
'What's going on Sherlock?' I asked him. He ignored me. I grabbed his arm and turned him to look at me.
'Sherlock! What is wrong?' I asked. He looked at me with a pained expression. I frowned.
'What's wrong?' I asked again. He sighed and looked at his feet. Then he looked up at me again and did something I hadn't expected at all. He kissed me. My eyes widened and I froze. What the hell was he doing? He pulled back and quickly rushed out of the flat. But I had seen the tears in his eyes. Had that just really happend? Had Sherlock Holmes, the man with no emotions, just kissed me, John Watson? I sat down in my chair and thought about it. And about how I had felt when his lips met mine. I had fe
Sweets Chapter Six - JohnlockChapter Six - Planning your next stepSweets Chapter Six - Johnlock3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The dark haired detective took a cab and told the driver to let him out in front of Scotland Yard. The traffic was not so terrific and they only moved forward slowly. Sherlock didn't mind, as he was in no hurry to get there. Right now he had to process his problem. It wasn't so much a problem, but more like a puzzle which he didn't know the correct solution to. Sherlock couldn't rely on his brain and his body had betrayed him. He looked out of the window, not really seeing the city pass by him. His train of thoughts always came back to the feeling of kissing John, his warm lips and ragged breath, his dilated pupils. Of course Sherlock had noticed all of this, even though his brain hadn't worked perfectly and hadn't been as fast as usual. He knew that John had liked the kiss and that he was attracted to Sherlock. Quite certainly did he want to kiss Sherlock again and for the consulting detective it wasn't any different. But he didn't know wh
I Feel So Close To YouI Feel So Close To You3 years ago in Romance More Like This
There he was, falling away as the masked criminals pulled him away by his dark curls. "Sherlock" John yelled after him. Sherlock's cold eyes stared back silently at him mixed with an emotion he could not quite discern. "Sherlo-" and then the world was a sudden abyss of black and cold.
John awoke to the cold. A damned cold at that. Even during his tour in Afghanistan did the nights ever get this chilly. He opened his eyes to searing white and quickly closed them again. What the hell? He slowly opened his eyes once more and let the blinding light fade to focus. He realized the white light was snow. It was about 10 or 12 feet away from him and he...he looked around, he was under a rock? Quite literally John laid almost snuggly under a rock craig that stretched out ahead of him. Underneath him was hard rock and it's freezing temperature could be felt through John's wool jacket. It had to have be
Sweets Chapter Two - JohnlockThe game is afootSweets Chapter Two - Johnlock3 years ago in Romance More Like This
John had been attracted to his flat mate for quite a while now. He caught himself staring at Sherlock way too often, but until now there had always been the possibility that he was simply attracted to the other man's looks. That he wouldn't like Sherlock touching him - not that he had ever really considered that this could happen, but still. What he felt now was far from dislike. It felt so good, Sherlocks mouth pressed on his, their tongues moving against each other. Another small moan escaped him and he blushed slightly in embarrassment. His hands had moved to Sherlocks dark curls, pulling slightly on them. God, what was he doing?
Without any prior warning Sherlock pulled away from John, breathing heavily and a smirk plastered on his slightly swollen lips.
"You are brilliant, John!" Sherlock exclaimed, his hands still lingering on John's face, which wore a confused expression. "You were right; my brain just needed some sugar in order to work properly again.
Dates and Debates2:30Dates and Debates3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You and Molly
What are you talking about?
Didn't you take her out for coffee yesterday evening?
I don't even want know how you know that.
Simple - she told me.
Oh. I thought you might've deduced it from her perfume or something
What relevance does her perfume have?
I don't know, you're the genius.
I am indeed. But you brought it up.
It was a joke! Sarcasm
Ah - Not very amusing.
Why are you interested in who I take to coffee anyway?
So why bring it up?
My brother however is.
Don't play the fool Lestrade. I know all about you two.
And what do you "know" about us?
That you've been dancing around a romantic relationship for three months and when your wife finally announces that she's leaving you for the librarian you will make it an official arrangement.
I thought you told me she
We Were Found - Pt2Sherlock Holmes :: finalproblemWe Were Found - Pt24 years ago in Romance More Like This
We Were Found (Part 2)
"John, let me use your laptop."
Sherlock glanced over at me, and I gave him a stern stare. "Don't make me do it," he said blithely.
I squirmed. "No, Sherlock, you can't have my laptop."
"Alright," Sherlock said, rising. "You made me."
He came around behind the back of my chair and set his head on my shoulder, wrapping his arms around my chest. Turning his head, Sherlock murmured into my ear.
"Please, John? Won't you let me use it?"
I could feel his breath in my hair. "No... Sherlock," I said, trying to ignore him. "No."
He wrapped his arms tighter and nuzzled my neck. "John "
Why. Why was he so good.
"Fine," I said, shaking him off and standing. "Fine, alright, okay."
I saw the wry smile on his face as he swiveled round and crossed the room to sit in the desk, flipping open my laptop with one smooth motion.
I stood in the middle of the room and stared at Sherlock as he said nonchalant
Deductions of AffectionsWhen John opens the door to his flat, he isn't sure what to expect. Living with Sherlock Holmes has taught the ex-soldier to always be on his toes.Deductions of Affections3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
So when he opens the door, bags of groceries in each arm, he checks to see if any new bullet wounds have been inflicted on the wall, or if any new experiments are being brewed in the kitchen. He sees no recently made holes and hears no noises coming from the direction of the kitchen. He raises a pale eyebrow in confusion and then his eyes fall on the consulting detective curled up on his side, his front facing the couch. He groans softly, knowing that the lanky male is going through one of his 'phases' again. "Sherlock I'm home," he says, trying to alert the other of his presence. His flatmate grunts softly in acknowledgement and continues to stare unblinking at the brown couch. He makes small patterns in the fabric with the nail of his index finger, a calculating look in his pale eyes. John wonders curiously if he's moved since he left. Th
Sherlock : 5 + 1 Baby5 unacceptable names for baby and 1 which was just perfectSherlock : 5 + 1 Baby4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
They lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling. The Baby had been asleep in his crib for nearly two hours.
"What do you think of Mark?" John asked.
"No. It somehow reminds me of Mycroft."
"How? Mark has nothing to do with Mycroft!"
"The first letter is the same." Sherlock eyed him in the gloom. "It's enough."
John rolled his eyes. "What about Martin--No. First letter, right."
"Yes. And I don't want our child to grow up obsessed with aeroplanes. So Martin is out. As are Douglas and Arthur."
John giggled. Sherlock was impossible.
"Steven?" the good doctor asked, after few minutes filled with quiet snoring from the crib.
"Name me a Steven who isn't a troll! Come on, John, use your imagination!"
"Hey! I'm trying to! I've given you at least twenty names in the last two--"
He was cut short by a wail. Oh, so it was already two hours and twenty-one minutes? The Baby worked like a Swiss watch. John watched Sherlock--thank God it was
The Wedding Part 2 - To Have and To HoldThey break off a few moments before the cab pulls up to the large brick building.The Wedding Part 2 - To Have and To Hold3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
John attempts to flatten his hair back into place from where Sherlock had enthusiastically carded his hands through it, tugging it in all different directions.
Sherlock snorts at his attempts "I don't care what your hair looks like."
"Well I do. I'd like to look respectable in the pictures. The last thing I want is for Harry to say 'Got yourself some action before the wedding, didn't you Johnny?' when I show her the pictures."
Sherlock's mouth twists into a smirk "If you call that action John..." he started, drawling his voice slightly, knowing it speaks to an entirely different piece of John's anatomy than those related to audio reception.
"Don't start." John warns, doing his best to picture something off-putting as he feels himself already heating up beneath Sherlock's mischievous gaze. Recalling his drinking and Mycroft's embarrassing escort home the night before does the trick.
By the time they exit t
Caring / Chapter 9 Mycroft x reader“She's sleeping. Don't bother her, Sherlock.”Caring / Chapter 9 Mycroft x reader1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Yes, but she is grimacing. It is obvious she's laying wrong on her wound. She needs to be moved.”
Mycroft dropped his head with a mute sigh, rubbing the corner of his eye. As he went to open his mouth, you shot up with a wince.
“I told you.”
You eased your way back down with minimal hissing, but very shaky breathing from the pain in your abdomen. Sherlock covered you over with the blanket, eyes running from your face down to your toes. You knew exactly what he was doing.
“Not now, Sherlock. I'm tired.”
“You've been sleeping for over ten hours.”
You covered your ears, burying your face in the pillow. “Shhhh. I was stabbed to death, remember?”
“Four weeks ago. Except you spent three of those weeks in the hospital.”
“It takes a while for a person to heal.”
“But that doesn't mean you need to sleep excessively. You've been doing that for the pa
BBC Sherlock - CakeJohn stood in the kitchen doorway and stared.BBC Sherlock - Cake4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sherlock Holmes was baking. The tall, slim figure had his back to John, a bowl cradled in his arm with all the ease of a master patisserie chef.
"You're staring John." Sherlock said, not turning round.
"And you're baking."
"And we have both just established that we have a firm grasp of the obvious." Sherlock said, amused, as he carefully sifted flour into the bowl and proceeded to mix it thoroughly.
"Are Tristan, Isolde and Persephone coming round then?" John asked, remembering the only other time he had seen Sherlock baking, that time for his little nieces and nephews in an attempt to spite Mycroft by violating the sugar embargo he had placed upon his offspring.
"No." Sherlock said, spooning the mixture into two cake tins.
"Can I not do something simply because I enjoy it?"
"Yes but you're not just doing it for giggles, are you?"
Sherlock smiled at John's accurate deduction. "No. Not this time no. But the point still stands. I
Close Relations Part 1"I'm not going to some silly family meal Mycroft." Sherlock informed his brother firmly; his voice loudening a little at the end.Close Relations Part 14 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Don't be so petty, Sherlock. Mummy will be very upset if you don't attend." Mycroft replied sternly, ignoring the glower he was receiving from his younger sibling. "Dr. Watson can come as well, if you would prefer." He suggested his gaze flickering to the much shorter blonde who was standing next to Sherlock, before returning back to his brother.
"And why would he want to come to such an inevitable disaster?" Came the retort quickly cutting across anything his companion had to say on the idea; knowing only two well how curious John was to meeting his parents. He wanted to know if they were anything like he and his brother the thing was though, they were much, much worse. Then came the response he had been waiting for, the one his overly intelligent relation had used countless times, knowing how well it worked.
"Why don't we hear wha
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 74 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.