STONE - Chapter 1-Legat (ReaderxSherlock)STONE - Chapter 1-Legat (ReaderxSherlock)2 years 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.
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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
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He catches a hint of a black coat disappearing around the corner and his body is screaming to run after him, until his brain catches up and he realizes it is nothing but another ghost.
The feeling comes whenever he sees a blue scarf slung over a chair at a restaurant and he wants to sit down and tell waiters that they are not on a date, when a blonde girl returns to the seat and he remembers.
It comes over him whenever he sees a man with dark hair and cheekbones you could cut yourself on, as Adler put it. Whenever he hears someone showing off their wit and brilliance. It comes whenever he sees a skull or a game of Cluedo.
Molly, Lestrade, Donovan and Anderson all have ghosts surrounding them, making it hard for him to look them in the eye. He hides from them, barricades himself in his apartment, but there are more ghosts there.
Whenever he reads about a mysterious death or theft, he can practically see him there; smiling and exclaiming that finally something fu
Sherlock BBC: Cinema dateMany things could have been said about Sherlock Holmes, but surely nobody would call him an expert in the fields of love and dating. Those subjects remained an unsolvable riddle to him, even though his friendship with doctor Watson had changed not so long ago into something more. Sherlock, as always when in doubt, decided to consult a specialist for additional information. The paper specialist.Sherlock BBC: Cinema date3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The detective was sprawled across the couch in a lazy pose, browsing intently through the newest issue of "Cosmopolitan" which became recently a hobby of his, much to John's dismay, since he usually fell victim to Sherlock's experiments that were as romantic as they were eccentric.
The main topic of the magazine (apart from a guide how to choose a fitting pair of high heels to your miniskirt) was how to win your crush's heart. According to the author of the article, the best way to do it was to go on an exciting date to the cinema. Sherlock found it really peculiar movies always seemed re
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.Forever3 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
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"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!"
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"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
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
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He had to. They needed him back in heaven. They needed his guidance. He had already been on Earth for far too long, he needed to return to the other angels. John knew that, yet he still refused to let Sherlock leave. The angel merely gave him a sorrowful smile. Tears streamed down John’s face. Sherlock wiped away a tear with his thumb.
“I have to John.”
“But I don’t want you to.”
The light around them grew brighter and warmer, its beautiful fingers grabbing onto Sherlock. John held Sherlock’s coat tighter. No, he wasn’t going anywhere, not on John’s watch. He had already lost to many people he cared for, he wasn’t going to lose the one he cared for the most.
“I know. I don’t want to either, but others need me.”
“I need you.”
Tears weld up in Sherlock’s eyes, yet he still had that stupid smile on his face. He leaned and kissed John with gentle and careful lips, o
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"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
Four patch problem?It wasn't often that John Watson woke up in the middle of the night for reasons not concerning his nightmares.Four patch problem?4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The nightmares had certainly woken him up, screaming into his pillow for soldiers lost, but there was something that was keeping him from drifting off again.
From his little room upstairs, John woke to hear the sounds of Sherlock stirring in his sleep. He sat on the edge of his bed, head in his hands, just for a few seconds so that he could slowly wake up before investigating further.
Sherlock didn't even try sleeping most nights; he'd just stay up with his cases, or his experiments. After almost a week of sleepless nights, he'd cave in. Rarely in his own bed. John, if ever he got up in the night, which was likely, would often find Sherlock asleep in the oddest of places. Most unusually on the sofa, but other times, his flat-mate would be snoring gently on the kitchen floor, perhaps not quite making it to the fridge or the sink, and letting his tiredness overrule his defiance
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John's slate eyes flickered to try and ward off the seemingly unceasing flow of sorrow and confusion; tears still filled his sockets and ran down his cheeks. He felt them falling onto his outstretched arm, but the will to move had been pushed out of his mind.
"...what are you doing here?" he asked, only vaguely hearing himself, like his voice had detached from his body and was wandering far off into the London night. He wagered it was trying to find a body that was still living, rather then residing in a walking corpse that rarely used its mouth at all.
The ghost of his former best friend said nothing at first, only walking slowly into the pitiful space of a bedroom and sitting on the bed in front of him. John finally felt his eyes roam, like they had so many times before, and they always found a beautiful place
Never underestimate The King of HellSherlock Holmes turns on the hot water and puts his hands under the stream, watching the red liquid on his fingers slowly dropping down the sink.Never underestimate The King of Hell3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
When the water touches his hands he sighs deeply, enjoying the warmth.
They have caught the murderer, the battle is won, but the child is lost.
Memories of the girl, dying in his hands appears in his mind, so bright, like a photo, even with closed eyes the picture is visible, like someone pauses the film and makes Sherlock watch it again and again.
The door suddenly opens and John's figure enters the room with dirty shirt in his hands. Sherlock looks at his reflection in the mirror and notices that his friend's movements are sharp and sudden. The death of a the child has overbalanced him too.
"Do you have anything grey that needs washing?" he asks, programming the washing machine.
Sherlock shakes his head and turns of the tap off.
John gives him a towel "I am going to sleep, because if I don't , I swear I will shoot someone,."
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He was drugged. He had to be drugged. The room felt like it was spinning and all the sound he could hear was nothing more than gibberish underwater.
He felt ill and dizzy and uncomfortable on all accounts. And the room was annoyingly dark. He could feel himself bound by smothering blankets and if the increasing beeping was anything to go by he was hooked to a heart monitor.
Ghastly machine. He wondered why it hadn't woken him earlier. The dull throb at the back of his skull was the most obvious culprit. Concussion most likely. He would have to ask John. For once in his life he was protesting brainwork.
. . . wait. . .
Sherlock blinked with sleepy inquiry as his numbed mind tried to remember what happened. He could recall he and John fighting arguing about something. John made it into something big and
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Those bastards caught me off guard
I dug it out of myself,
And now I'm right where you are.
I asked Mike for a place,
You showed me Baker Street,
I never thought of it like this,
But now I'm right where you are.
You, took me on a case,
Carved letters, she was dead,
Late night, cabbie did it,
What do you think you're doing, Sherlock?
Hey, we just met,
And this might be forward,
But I'm right here,
Deduce me maybe?
It's hard to catch up,
With you Sherlock,
But I'm right here,
Deduce me maybe?
Hey, we just met,
And this might be forward,
But I'm right here,
Deduce me maybe?
And all of the Yard,
Try to warn me,
But I'm right here,
Deduce me maybe?
You took no time at all,
You went straight for the fall,
You told me nothing at all,
And now you're dead and gone.
I loved you from the start
You took me off guard,
We ran hand in hand,
But now you're dead and gone.
Your blood was showin'
Cold wrist, I was holdin'
Oh God, why'd you go?
What do you think you're doing, Sherlo
6: Angel: JohnLock"... Do you believe in angels...?" John asked Sherlock once.6: Angel: JohnLock3 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
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 Family3 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.
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Sherlock groaned and threw himself onto the couch, still in his dressing gown and slippers.
Being alone was so boring.
John was out, shopping, and Mrs Hudson went visiting her sister and wouldn't be back till Monday.
He needed something to distract him from the fact that it had been three days since he solved his last case. Playing the violin didn't help, the crossword puzzle in `The Times´ was already solved (hadn't taken more than seven minutes, five if his pen wouldn't had stopped writing) and Mrs Hudson had hidden his skull.
He wished John was back, but then he would have to go shopping for milk, and that was even more boring.
He decided that watching TV couldn't hurt, and it was funny to predict the plot of that crappy soap operas that were broadcasted in the morning.
And maybe there was something interesting in the news.
After a short time of canal hopping he knew that there was a drought at Southern Africa and that a third class actress was two timing her husb
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 Soup3 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
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There’s a key code in your head
Don’t know what was done or said
Jim is passed out on the floor
Lestrade is pounding on the door
Are you wearing any pants?
Was that a dream, by any chance?
I’ve got a horrible hangover
Ms. Hudson still isn't sober
Pictures of last night
Ended up online
We’re screwed, oh well
It’s a HOUND drug blur
But I’m pretty sure
It ruled, damn
Last Friday night
Yeah, we ran away from cops
Hit a corpse with riding crops
Think we kissed, but I forgot
Last Friday night
Yeah, spin the bottle all night long
Think I sang an awkward song
We played cluedo, you were wrong
Last Friday night
We chased the Golem in the dark
Then Moriarty through the park
Then you asked Molly out for lunch
Last Friday night
Yeah, I think we broke the law
Always say were gonna stop
op whoa oh
This Friday night
Do it all again
This Friday night
Do it all again
Tryin’ to figure all this out
If you weren’t passed out t
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The called man turned his head to Watson. John looked at the bottle. It was almost half empty. "What happened to just one glass?!" Sherlock said, his eyes lidded: "I got bored." John walked towards the obviously drunken man. "You're actually drunk." Sherlock answered him still sitting in his armchair: "Well, congratulations. I don't get why you like alcohol. My head is spinning, I feel sick and I'm seeing blurry." John observed his flatmate. He poured himself another glass of rum and then took the bottle. "Where are you going?" John replied: "Obviously you have had enough. I'm suprised you haven't vomited by now." "Don't be so sure of that John."
The doctor felt amusement as he put the bottle of liquir away. The great Sherlock got drunk and threw up. And he'll probably have a nasty headache in the morning, so the doctor thought. "I was sober enough to clean it up," Sherlock said when John met his eyesight again. The shorter man sat facing Sherlock and drank his glass, a
Sherlock BBC: Emails from the War ZoneTo: email@example.comSherlock BBC: Emails from the War Zone3 years 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.
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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
Johnlock - Bored to bedJohn sighed deeply and looked at the mess in the flat. Sherlock had been extremely bored lately. Not even one single case for over three weeks and John was starting to feel worried for his friend. Sherlock's new morning routine was to just walk across the room, making a pile of paper fall to the floor, and curling up like a grumpy cat in the sofa. But today was different. It was nearly noon, and no sign of Sherlock.Johnlock - Bored to bed3 years ago in Romance More Like This
John walked across the papers scattered around the room and found himself standing in front of the big door to Sherlock's bedroom. He knocked on it ever so gently with his knuckles.
"Sherlock, are you alright?" he called out. From the other side of the door, he heard a mumbling answer. He sighed once again and let the door slide open.
"Sherlock, are you planning to spend the whole day in bed, or what?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest. Sherlock, who was lying on his side facing away from John, turned his head with his eyes still tightly closed.
"Stop bothering me,