ForeverJohn was sitting in his arm chair, reading the paper as rain hit the window on the other side of the room. He felt eyes on him. He could feel the stares but he didn't dare look up. He was mad. Ferrous even. Mad that he had done this to him. Mad that he had left him alone for three bloody years.Forever2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mad that he loved him after it was all said and done.
"John..?" Sherlock's voice was barely audible being just above a whisper.
John ignored him.
"John? Please..." Sherlock sounded pitiful.
John turned the page to the paper. He was going to make Sherlock suffer as long as he could. He was alone for three years. He was depressed, alone, and pissed all that time. Depressed his best friend had killed himself. Alone in the world he didn't want to be in anymore. Pissed that Sherlock had done this to him.
Sherlock stood and moved over to John, snatching the paper out of his hands.
"Listen to me..." He begged, his eyes sad and a little annoyed.
"Give me the pap
all because of one sheet (Johnlock)"John?"all because of one sheet (Johnlock)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Mhm?" John looked up from his laptop and raised one eyebrow at his flatmate. "What i-..." He blinked and tried not to concentrate on the completely naked detective in front of him. "Sherlock? What the hell are you doing?"
"I can't find my sheet."
"Put on some clothes!" John stared at his laptop, he didn't dare to look up again, even as Sherlock was laughing.
"I just wanted to ask you, if you have seen my sheet somewhere. But as a result of your reaction I deduce that you haven't. You are ashamed to see your flatmate naked, or possibly like it, because you blushed and you can hardly keep yourself from looking at me again."
"Would you please shut up, Sherlock?"
"I'm right, am I not?"
"Damn, no, Sherlock! You aren't right! And I don't like this experiment very much! I'm begging you, put on some clothes!"
"Why do you think it's an experiment, John? I'm just looking for my sheet, but I can't find it. Maybe Mrs. Hudson put it away..."
"Yeah, maybe." John grumbled. "Go and ask her!"
STONE - Chapter 1-Legat (ReaderxSherlock)STONE - Chapter 1-Legat (ReaderxSherlock)11 months ago in Romance More Like This
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Chapter 1 - Legat
"(L/N), I'd like to speak with you." the Director of the FBI calls to you as you pass her office's door.
You gnaw at your lip as you step into the room. What did you do? Had she heard you talking to your teammates yesterday about wanting to request a couple weeks off for vacation and is going to chastise you for it? You'd been anxious to get back to London ever since your last meeting with Sherlock three weeks ago.
"Yes?" you ask, afraid of her reason for wanting you.
"Please close the door and have a seat." she smiles as she gestures toward the chair in front of her desk.
You comply and cross your legs nervously as you sit.
"You've been very helpful these last weeks, solving many cases, cold and fresh..."
You release a breath you didn't know you were holding. Good, no scolding. Yet.
6: Angel: JohnLock"... Do you believe in angels...?" John asked Sherlock once.6: Angel: JohnLock2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Why do you want to know it?" he replied with a questionmark above his head.
"...I´m just curious."
"Ok... well, I don´t really believe in them. No one ever saw an angel and there´s no proof that they exist. You know, I´m a scientist. I just "believe" in something which can be proofed" Sherlock explained.
John didn´t answer, he just nodded and continued to write his blog.
Four years later, Sherlock DID believe in one angel - the one named John.
John wasn´t in the flat, so Sherlock was able to prepare everything.
The flat was tidied up and clean. Like, REALLY clean. The living room was decorated with some candles with wine and two wine glasses on the table. Nothing more, nothing less.
Also, Sherlock was nervous. Just a bit, but he feared something would go wrong... or John would say "No."
"I´m back, Sherlock" John entered the flat and as soon as he put his jacket away, Sherlock went st
The Perfect Fusion of Mind and Heart - Part fourSherlock laughed. It was an unhealthy laugh, a mixture of excitement and underlying joy pointed all at the pair of cut off ears that sat in the box.The Perfect Fusion of Mind and Heart - Part four2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Oh god.” John sighed, why was this all happening?
“I think we have a serial killer in our hands John.” Sherlock said after a while.
“In your hands maybe.” John didn’t want to get back in this; he had a life before, one that he could control.
“John?” Sherlock didn’t see why John wasn’t excited with this, a case, and a serial killer obviously. Why wasn’t John excited, pure luck has given him this after three years of nothing.
“You can’t fix this just by buying dinner you know.” John picked up Diary of Jack the Ripper again; he was determined not to become involved in this anymore.
“Female, mature, about thirty-five to thirty-eight.” Sherlock has shoved the ears underneath the microscope.
“Are you even listening?”
BBC Sherlock: In Bed"I'm dying, John!" Sherlock whined, looking at his flatmate like a sad puppy.BBC Sherlock: In Bed2 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 end?"I never thought we would die like this." John Watson sighs sadly, lying on the floor of their living-room on 221b Baker street. "It's so silly."The end?2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock Holmes is sitting next to his friend, looking outside the window. The metal grey sky together with the big blue star give the oppressive taste of reality, which looks absolutely surreal.
"I've been never interested in Solar System and now I am going to die because of the planet. What an irony." Sherlock's eyes slip down at John's face.
The ex-army doctor chuckles and shifts himself into a more comfortable position by putting his head on the detective's knees. "I must admit that scientists have made this situation even more ironical, by calling a planet, which is going to hit Earth, Melancholy."
Sherlock yawns before answering. "Predictable reaction of many people. Clever people mostly. Others are panicking." He pauses to listen a Mrs. Hudson's telly downstairs.
"Not many people have fallen
A Pirates life for me?"Now you stay right there, Sherlock." Mrs. Hudson admonished him as he sat down in the living room. "John! Bring your medical bag, hurry, please."A Pirates life for me?2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Quick stepping, John came in from his bedroom, his black leather medical bag (compliments of Sherlock on Boxing Day) in his hands. Sherlock sat on the couch holding a bloody handkerchief to his left cheek.
"What happened here?" John lifted Sherlock's chin to better view his face. On his left cheek a gash was bleeding profusely. John immediately took a sterile gauze wipe and applied direct pressure to the wound.
"What have you been up to Sherlock? Mrs. Hudson can you get me a basin of hot water and some towels? This might get a bit messy."
"It's only a tiny cut, John. I'll be alright."
"It's a deep penetrating wound on your head and it's bleeding rather profusely, which is good by the way. Hopefully, it will purge any debris that was left in the wound. We will still have to wash it out and you might need a few stitches."
"Let me know when you
The Last MessageSherlock JWThe Last Message2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock, could you pick up some milk? JW
Sherlock, where did you put my gun? JW
Sherlock, who made the 'smiley' face on the wall? JW
Sherlock, did you put the severed head in the fridge? JW
Sherlock, are you playing the violin at 3 a.m. just now? JW
Sherlock, there's a case happen now. Interested? JW
Sherlock, is there any problem? JW
Sherlock, are you there? JW
Sherlock, where have you been? JW
Sherlock, why are you keep silent? JW
Sherlock, am I getting insane? JW
Sherlock, I need you JW
Sherlock, I miss you JW
Sherlock, please don't do this JW
Sherlock, I'm begging here JW
Sherlock, please JW
Sherlock, why there's no reply from you? JW
Sherlock, I know you're not a fake JW
Sherlock, I only hope one miracle, that is you JW
Sherlock, I know texting to death man's phone was ridiculous but this is the only way I can contact with you JW
Meet The FamilyThe doorbell rang rather impatiently, breaking the rare but comfortable silence that had come over the living room of 221b Baker Street. There wasn't a case that needed Sherlock's assistance to preoccupy the detective today, and it had taken John a good 15 minutes to talk him out of experimenting with noxious chemicals in their kitchen sink. The detective had finally decided to borrow (read: hack into) John's laptop, while the good doctor had given up with daytime T.V in favour of settling down in his armchair with one of the many books that were steadily collecting dust on the cluttered shelves.Meet The Family2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The bell kept ringing incessantly. Mrs Hudson could be heard shuffling around downstairs, then letting out a surprised noise as whoever was on the other side of the door apparently barged past her. Both heads snapped up at the sound of several footsteps running up the stairs before two boys with curly black hair stumbled over themselves and into the living room looking as if they'd ran a mile.
Chicken Soup"Where do you think you are going?" John did not need to turn around to know that Sherlock would attempt to make a break for it the moment his back was turned.Chicken Soup2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Just getting a book," Sherlock lied, looking wistfully at his coat and scarf. Maybe if he just ran he could get away, he was faster than John and could soon out run him. But then where would he go? The only lab that still accepted him uninvited was Bart's and that would be the first place John would look. He refused to go within a mile of Mycroft, and Lestrade would be on John's side no doubt. No, he would have to stick it out and hopefully just annoy John to death. He kicked his legs up and dramatically fell onto the sofa as an expression of his exasperation. "How long do I have to be imprisoned?"
"A week, and you are not imprisoned you are sick." John placed a freshly washed cup upside down on the sink to drain.
"If I am being held against my will then I am imprisoned." It was like talking to a child.
"I am very temp
Social Experiment- A Johnlock FanfictionJohn had always considered Sherlock's oddness as a given, but the word received a new meaning one cold February morning. Sherlock had sat at his laptop since, and quite probably long before John had awoken, and had stared blindly at his laptop, the homepage of his website- The Science of Deduction- glowing faintly on the screen.Social Experiment- A Johnlock Fanfiction2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Every so often he would mutter something that John couldn't make out and his left leg would nervously bounce up and down a few times before coming to a rest again.
When John touched his shoulder in an attempt to rouse him and offer him some tea, Sherlock leapt to his feet and snapped his laptop shut; though it still displayed only his homepage.
John decided to leave Sherlock to his musings and go for a stroll. London was always lovely and foggy this time of year, and they had run out of milk. Sherlock never bothered to buy any, even when John texted him about it. Then again, Sherlock never bothered to buy anything.
John stood in front of the mirror that hung ab
Wholock: A Good Ol Fashion VillainWholock: A good ol' fashion villainWholock: A Good Ol Fashion Villain2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Once is an accident.
Twice is a mistake.
Three times is a habit.
Jim splashed the cold water on his face; he didn't look in the mirror. Then he did. He would need a better lie this time to explain this piece of work. He was getting better at lying.
He briefly wondered if this was what life was like for the other kids at school, then he realized he didn't care. They were not him, and they would be of no help at all. He was eight years old, old enough to know what was going on, and what would happen if he told the truth.
Jim took the washcloth off the side of the sink and dried his face slowly. Every day he found he cared a little less.
He wondered if this was normal. Then he didn't.
He even stopped caring about his mum. He used to rush in and defend her during the quarrels, but she always, always defended Fathers behavior. It was getting dull and repetitive.
It was the repetition he hated. The cycle was so predictable he wondered why it even shocked h
BBC Sherlock-Christmas DinnerJohn Watson rolled his eyes as he heard yet another smash coming from Sherlock's bedroom. He had never ventured past the (faintly-charred) door and had no ideas of the horrors which lurked within. But, he mused, given that it belonged to a man who kept eyeballs in the microwave and frequently attempted to create plastic explosives in the kitchen sink, chances are he probably had some nefarious experiments in there. Experiments which, to judge by the noise, were currently being knocked to the floor.BBC Sherlock-Christmas Dinner4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Sherlock, we're going to be late." He called through the door.
"I know, I know!" Came the irritated response, coupled with a sound like a parrot being sat on.
"Mycroft specified 6:30. If we're to get to Holmes House in time we've got to leave in the next five minutes. Especially since taxis are always so scarce on Christmas eve." John said, re-reading the invitation he held in his hand.
"I know." There was a high pitched whizzing noise and a thud as something embedded itself i
The LessonThe Lesson2 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
A Good Man Went to War - Preface and Chapter 1PrefaceA Good Man Went to War - Preface and Chapter 12 years ago in Drama More Like This
"Stop it! Stop talking using his voice! You're not him, you're not John Watson! Who are you?!"
Two and a Half Months Ago...
From a dark corner outside of the British Parliament Building, a pair of brown eyes peered into the moonlit path before the front entryway. The path was lined with military men as if the Queen herself had ordered it to be so. After the attempted raid the week before though, it should have been seen as an inevitability.
A sigh accompanied the eyes at the sight of the military men. They looked suddenly disappointed at what the sight meant.
The man the eyes belonged to raised a handheld radio near his mouth. "Fili, Kili," he whispered harshly, "the mission's being aborted."
Another male voice came back over the radio: "After all the preparations?! Why?!"
"Too many guards," he replied. "We'll have to try again another night."
He ground his teeth together at the alias. "How many times do I have to tell you to call m
Sherlock BBC: Emails from the War ZoneTo: email@example.comSherlock BBC: Emails from the War Zone1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Subject: You're an idiot
I know you're on the plane now, busy chatting with your war buddies and whatnot, so you probably won't read this message until you'll get to the base and settle in. Frankly speaking, I don't care when you'll read this, the time won't change the way I feel about this whole nonsense. What came to your mind to go back to Afghanistan, really? Don't you have enough excitements and rushes of adrenaline here in London? And what am I supposed to do without my blogger and assistant? The criminals won't wait patiently until you come home. You can't possibly picture me working with Anderson and the skull's input to conversations is hardly impressive. Basically, I'm disappointed in your lack of consideration towards my work. Don't be surprised if I burn all your jumpers to execute my revenge.
Write to me everyday, even about mundane things. I'm so bored now alone in the flat that every distraction is more than welcome.
And don't get shot.
Johnlock - Merry Christmas, SherlockIt was Christmas eve and all John wanted to do was lounge around on the couch all day. It was a very rare day, seeing as Sherlock wasn't dragging him off to some murder case, or he wasn't at work. All was perfect, his room mate was doing some experiment, the telly was switched on right in front of him. He didn't know how it could get any better than this.Johnlock - Merry Christmas, Sherlock2 years ago in Romance More Like This
He looked up at the roof absent-mindedly to find something that he hoped he wouldn't see.
He pulled out his phone and texted Sherlock.
I told you not to hang mistletoe -JW
Why not? It's a fascinating holiday tradition. -SH
Plus I wanted the excuse. -SH
I though tradition bored you JW
Other times it can be useful. -SH
Yes, useful. -SH
In what way? You do realise what the mistletoe tradition actually is, right? JW
Yes, you've got to kiss someone caught under it with you. -SH
Well, uh yes but... Wait... Do you have a girlfriend Sherlock? JW
No, haven't I told already that's not my area? -SH
Well, yeah but the m
221B Baker StreetThe game’s afoot, my dear Watson!’ he cried221B Baker Street2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sprung from his chair and clapped his hands
Oh the joy on his face when someone died
He’s wasn’t wicked, just plain childish at times.
Of course, I was expected to join his ‘game’
I watched him retrieve his coat and deerstalker.
“Come with me Watson, the key to my fame,
So you can write it all down for the public!”
This friend was always cynical of my writing,
Cynical of everything as nothing parred
With his exceptional line of thinking.
I copped a lot of his ridiculous insults.
Oh but the things we used to say behind
The back of the sallow, rat-faced Lestrade!
He still doesn’t know, hope he doesn’t mind,
The way my friend and I mocked his profession.
How fond I was of my companion.
My dear friend, I didn’t expect to be lead here by my feet.
The seventeen steps to my past adventures.
I am standing right here, right now.
I have come back, Sherlock, to 221B Baker Street,
FallingHe's fallen for JohnFalling2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In every sense of the word
Fallen from the rooftop
Fallen from grace
Fallen in love
Love was first
Who can say when it started
The first meeting?
John is dazzling
Moreso because he doesn't realize it
John is the first one to see that he's human
John is the first to care
And Sherlock can't help
Falling in love
Grace came next
He always considered himself
John shatters that illusion
John is his weakness
Sherlock lets John change him
And falls from his imagined pedestal
Finally, the rooftop
The most literal interpretation
He stands at the edge
Drops the phone carelessly behind him
The conversation ringing in his ears
John stands down there
On the street
Begging in vain for an explanation
Sherlock sees only a blurred outline
And he's unsure if it's distance
That obscures his vision so
This is it
He doesn't want to do this
But he will
There's never been a choice
He takes a breath
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 was mildly intrigued, but his face remained expressionless. He had to maintain his image.BBC Sherlock: Twinkle, twinkle little star2 years ago in Romance More Like This
John quickly ran up the stairs, jumping two steps at the time, his smile radiating throughout the whole apartment.
"Sherlock!" He shouted in an upbeat tone the moment he placed his foot in the living room.
"I'm in the kitchen." Sherlock was absolutely unfazed.
5: Christmas Tree: JohnLock"We can´t assemble a christmas tree in our flat. It´s too small." John said while looking around. "Anyway, it´s boring. Why cutting a tree and decorate it? It looks better in a forest." Sherlock was lying on the couch - bored again. There was still no case to solve.5: Christmas Tree: JohnLock2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"But it´s a tradition to put a tree inside your flat or house and decorate it..." John sighed. "A small plant, at least? Please, Sherlock... this´d make me happy..."
Sherlock looked at his lover who had puppy eyes now. Sherlock couldn´t resist those eyes...
"Well, ok. A small plant with a small chain of lights... and more Mistle Toes. One is not enough." - "One is not enough?! Sherlock, you´re standing under this Mistle Toe once per hour! One IS enough! Also, we´re having "fun" every night in your bed, you even wake me up for this...!" John blushed a bit.
"But you like that." Sherlocked grinned.
"I´ve nothing against it, but you´re assigning me like hell... I still
Everything's Falling Around Me - Johnlock - Part 1John hadn't gotten out much, not since the fall. Darkness had engulfed him; he hadn't the strength to do much. After the fall he had had to deal with reporters, each and every one of them persistent with the fact that Sherlock had been a fake. John would tell them that he wasn't, that he believed in his friend before slipping into 221B Bakerstreet. On entering the apartment he would throw his coat to one side, slump onto a chair then stare blankly ahead at the one Sherlock had once seated himself in. Four months had passed when the reporters eventually gave up; they knew they weren't getting much from him.Everything's Falling Around Me - Johnlock - Part 12 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He spent most days sat in the apartment, mindlessly he'd stare, talk to someone who wasn't there, all whilst trying not to break down. He hardly ever slept and, when he did, he would be woken by a dream, a memory of his friend falling from the hospital. His eyes would shoot open seconds before Sherlock's body would meet the pavement. He'd stare into the darkness, the mental pain fail
The Detective and His Blogger12:00The Detective and His Blogger2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'm at work Sherlock.
I'm aware of your location.
I mean I'm busy.....
No you're on break.
That's beside the point. I could be busy.
But you're not. And I'm bored.
So do an experiment or something.
So drop by Bart's and ask Molly for something. I'm sure she would love to see you.
Yes. But I'd rather not see her.
That's not nice Sherlock.
No it isn't. But why is that relevant?
Why do I bother?
Bother with what?
Nothing. Never mind.
John have you ever thought about us in a romantic sense?
Where the hell did that come from?!
Ms. Hudson just came up. Made a comment about the two of us being so sweet together when she saw I was texting you at the clinic. Everyone else seems to think of us as more than friends.Just curious.
Oh. Well yeah. I suppose.
And I think it sounds