I Think I Love You - Chapter 6Sherlock received a phone call at about half past seven in the morning. It was Lestrade, informing him about an 'unusual case' which he wanted Sherlock to check out.I Think I Love You - Chapter 63 years ago in Romance More Like This
"John!" Sherlock called as speed walked into the living room while pulling on hi gloves.
"What?" John shouted from the kitchen.
"Case. Let's go!"
"Alright, hang on a minute." John jogged out of the kitchen and into his room, coming out shortly after with his black coat on.
Sherlock and John arrived at the scene, ducking under the crime scene tape to be met by Detective Inspector Lestrade.
"Follow me," he said, and he led them into the house and upstairs into the master bedroom.
As soon as they were through the doorway, Sherlock pushed in front of the others. Floating above the bed, was the body. It was suspended from the rafters with tangled rope, so it hung about a metre above the bed.
"His wife is the one who found him. She woke up early this morning and got quite a shock when she saw her husband hanging above her."
I Think I Love You - Chapter 2Sherlock's phone buzzed, and he reached to answer it from where he was curled up in a ball.I Think I Love You - Chapter 23 years ago in Romance More Like This
"I've got a nice juicy murder for you, Sherlock. Come down to the Yard." Lestrade said.
"Be there soon." Sherlock replied, and he hung up the phone.
He stood up and stretched. He was still wearing his dressing gown, so he dressed in his usual black suit attire, pulled on his signature coat, and tied his deep blue scarf around his neck. He was ready.
He strode into the Yard, and was met by Inspector Lestrade.
"Sherlock! We've got a body, gunshot to the chest, found in a creek in the countryside."
It sounded rather dull to Sherlock; just your average murder. It would probably take up barely any time at all.
"It was probably the man's wife, found out he was cheating, when she confronted him about it he lied to her face, she was sick of his rubbish so she shot him straight in the chest, and dumped the body in the countryside thinking that no one would find it. Stupid woman didn't realise th
I Think I Love You - Chapter 7"Should I call cab?" John asked as he was getting ready.I Think I Love You - Chapter 73 years ago in Romance More Like This
"I thought we could walk, since it's only a few streets away." Sherlock said while tying his blue scarf around his neck.
"Where are we going exactly?" John asked, appearing in the living room.
"A new place I found. Called 'Crusaders', it's four star, not too expensive, but not too shabby. I thought we should try it."
"Alright, excellent. Just give me a few minutes and we can go." John said as he left the room again.
Sherlock locked the door behind them as they stepped out onto the street. Sherlock led the way briskly, his coat swaying, as John tried to keep up.
"A bit excited, are we?" John panted as he arrived at Sherlock's side.
"A bit, yes. I'm quite hungry too."
John grinned. Now that he thought about it, so was he.
A few moments later, they arrived out front of the restaurant. They proceeded inside to be met by a hostess.
"A table for two under 'Holmes'." Sherlock spoke to her.
"Follow me," she smiled at the couple in fr
The Question Part 2 - Guests10:02The Question Part 2 - Guests3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Forgot to ask you last night - who's coming?
To the wedding. I'm assuming you've invited a few guests.
Why would I?
Well we need a witness - and some might want to commemorate the occasion.
I'd forgotten about a witness - you choose.
Sure. I hardly care who attends.
You'd care if I invited Mycroft.
No - I'd call off the wedding and leave you to deal with him on your own.
Hmm - guess I'd better leave him out of it. I'd hate to be jilted by you.
Course I still might end up alone at the altar if there's an intriguing case that day.
You know me so well.
I sincerely hope you're joking, because I was.
I am. It may be difficult to discern at times but I do in fact love you.
Good 'cause I love you. I'll invite Lestrade just in case though.
He could still get called away and I'd follow.
The Question Part 4 - Gifts1:12The Question Part 4 - Gifts3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Are you going to make it to the wedding?
You're really getting married? I thought it was a gag.
Why is everyone so surprised?
Well it's you and Sherlock how can we not be?
You guys weren't like this when you found out we got together.
We thought you were together long before though.
Yes I remember.
Looking back it's rather funny; don't you think?
I suppose it is.
I think under the word Denial in the dictionary there is a picture of you two.
Hey it wasn't denial!
Really? Cause I seem to recall hearing nothing but "I'm not gay." from you.
... I've missed something apparently.
I love Sherlock and I'm attracted to him but only him no other men. So not gay.
Guess that makes sense.
Glad we've cleared that up.
Yeah Guess I should cancel the male-strip dancer I hired for your Stag part
Sweets Extra 2 - JohnlockAnticipating the retaliationSweets Extra 2 - Johnlock3 years ago in Romance More Like This
After what had happened at the crime scene, John was mad at Sherlock and wouldn't stop ranting about it the whole cab ride home. The cabbie had glanced back through the mirror a few times, obviously feeling uneasy with them almost yelling at each other, but John hadn't really cared. They had kissed in public and now everyone was certain that John was gay. At least they had only assumed so before that particular scene Scotland Yard had the pleasure to live by.
Well, John obviously was not gay. The only thing he was, was insane. That was the only explanation for him falling in love with a high functioning sociopath. He had to be completely and utterly out of his mind to have let something like that happen.
John leaned back in his favorite armchair and sighed. It was no use to cry over spilled milk. Best to just drink a nice cuppa and simply accept it. He checked the time. Still half an hour left until he was going to meet with She
I Think I Love You - Chapter 10John sat on the couch and watched telly. Sherlock observed him from his spot. He wasn't exactly sure what was going on was John sad because his relationship with Sarah was over, or was he upset about hurting her feelings? Was he upset at all?I Think I Love You - Chapter 103 years ago in Romance More Like This
Sherlock took a step forward. "John," he started reluctantly.
"Are you okay?"
The words hung in the air for too long. Sherlock wished he hadn't said it, and John was surprised Sherlock had said it.
"I'm okay." John finally replied. "I'm just a bit confused about things." What am I doing? Why am I talking to Sherlock about this?
"What things?" Sherlock asked. He was a bit concerned now. "John, tell me."
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything."
"Well you did, so finish it."
John looked at Sherlock, surprised. "Since when do you have interest in what people think and feel? This isn't like you."
"I have interest when it's you, John."
"Well that's nice to know Sherlock; thank you. It's just " Jo
BBC Sherlock: NightmaresThe moment John woke up, he knew something was wrong. He was a light sleeper, courtesy of Afghanistan, so any sign of danger could instantly jolt him wide awake. And now he clearly sensed that his life was hanging by a thread. However, John decided to be cautious and not to make any unnecessary movements, which might provoke an assault. Instead he just opened his eyes slightly and carefully scanned the room shrouded in darkness. Yes, his instinct didn't fail him. There was someone standing at the door. The stranger was motionless, but John could hear him breathing irregularly, as if he just stopped running and tried to calm down. A shadowy, anonymous silhouette, like a monster from children's nightmares.BBC Sherlock: Nightmares3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
John felt fear rising in his chest, but years of being a soldier helped him to maintain his cool. His mind started racing, desperately trying to figure out what to do. He thought about the gun he kept in a bedside table's drawer, but he doubt he'd be quick enough to grab it before th
The Only ExceptionJohn closed his eyes, listening to the pounding rain on the window. The rain always relaxed him, just the sound of the pitter-patter of water hitting concert, the way the sky darkened and everything just slowed down. John stood up and walked to his room, not attracting the attention of his lover and flatmate, Sherlock Holmes.The Only Exception3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
John returned moments later with an Ipod touch and some portable speakers. He set them down on the table next to him and fumbled with the cord for a few minutes. Sherlock looked up from his book and shot John a questioningly look.
John pressed play and soft cords from an acoustic guitar played through the flat. John smiled at Sherlock as "The Only Exception" by Paramore strummed softly. The female singer's voice filled the flat with perfectly hit notes that seemed so relaxing to John.
"What's that, John?" Sherlock asked, wondering why John turned on this noise.
"Music. Come on Sherlock." John reached out his hand. "Dance with me?"
Sherlock thought for a moment as
Sweets Extra 1 - JohnlockA distracting gameSweets Extra 1 - Johnlock3 years ago in Romance More Like This
It couldn't be this difficult. All the clues were lying right in front of him! And by the look of it, it was obvious that this was the work of an amateur. John finished walking around the body and stopped by his side. What did he miss? Sherlock pondered while bending down to get a closer look of the dead body lying in front of him. John moved closer, only a little space left between them. It was a woman, dark hair, in her late thirties. John's hand grazed his. She had been strangled with a tie and then dumped into the Thames. John pulled out a candy, rustling with the packing of it before shoving the sweet into his mouth. Probably murdered last night and then washed up this morning. It smelled like-
"Sherlock, what have you got for us?" Lestrade walked up to him from behind, expecting the hear something brilliant from the consulting detective and wondering why Sherlock hadn't already bragged with his findings.
"Shut up and leave me alone! I need to
You Just Can't Without a Heart"I don't even know where to begin..." John started, pacing the room in front of Sherlock, who was sitting in his arm chair, legs pulled to his chest and his eyes trained on John. "...I mean... You left for a week! I didn't know where in bloody hell you were and I was worried sick! I though someone had you, or worse, I thought you were dead!"You Just Can't Without a Heart3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"John..." Sherlock started, his voice low and almost quiet. It was so uncharacteristically like Sherlock to be quiet.
"Stop," John cut him off, holding his hand out to stop Sherlock. "Can you just tell me where you've -been-?!"
Sherlock shook his head, looking down at the floor.
"And why -not-, Sherlock?" John asked, stopping in front of him and crossing his arms, looking at Sherlock down his nose.
"Because, John, I just.... Just can't..." Sherlock said slowly, standing and walking over to John, placing a hand on his arm and getting closer. "Can you understand."
"N-no! I c-can't!" John forced out, shoving the rapid heart rate and struggled breathin
I can't sleep without youSherlock twitched in his bed and rolled over, unable to shake this feeling...I can't sleep without you3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Something was missing. Not from him, but from the flat... But what..?
John. John was at his girlfriend's house, crashing there. He wasn't in his bed like he always was. Sherlock reached for his phone.
What is it Sherlock? It's like... 2:30 in the morning... -JW
I... I need you... -SH
What do you expect me to do? -JW
Please come home... -SH
Sherlock, it's 2:30 in the morning! I can't come home! -JW
What's the problem anyway? -JW
I can't sleep without you here. -SH
What? How do you mean? -JW
The flat is too empty. I need you here to fill it up. -SH
But I have a social life, you know. -JW
You can sleep with me if you want. -SH
What..? How would that solve any of this? -SH
You would get your social life, I would get my full flat. -SH
I need more then just someone to sleep with, Sherlock... -JW
Like what? -SH
Kissing, dates, attention, sex... Stuff I don't think you want to give me. -JW
What is today?John sat surfing the internet on his laptop. He had just finished blogging about their most recent case and was mindlessly sifting through news articles. His eyes sharpened as one article caught his attention and John smiled. He clicked it open and read through the social interest piece. John's smile grew wider as he finished the story and his mind plotted ways of introducing his flatmate to the holiday described.What is today?3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"National Kissing Day, huh?" John said meditatively. "Maybe this will distract him from the lack of cases." John closed out of the browser and shut his laptop down. He placed it on the coffee table and ran a hand through his hair. What would be the most interesting way to introduce Sherlock to the day?
John stood from the couch and paced the flat, trying to make as little noise as possible. Sherlock was doing some sort of experiment in his room and had the door locked. He had tried to ignore the strange noises coming from the detective's bedroom by going on his laptop. A thou
Sherlock BBC: UncertaintyA semi-sequel to Like a VirginSherlock BBC: Uncertainty3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Six o'clock in the morning is never the right time to wake up after a drinking session. John Watson moaned and groaned and tried to go back to sleep, but repeated thuds, rustles and beeps coming from the living room rendered his intention impossible.
He opened his eyelids slowly, but the sunlight attacked his pupils with the force of a nuclear blast causing him to put a pillow over his head with a faint hope to block out the dazzling brightness, which pierced right through his skull. He felt as if a herd of elephants was tap dancing inside his brain, his throat was bone dry and the taste inside his mouth indicated that he must have at least munched on a dead cat. He moaned heartbreakingly once again, wishing he was dead. The noises from the living room, without a doubt produced by Sherlock, certainly didn't improve his psychical and mental condition.
When he finally gathered strength to sit up, he started massaging his temples and tried to pull him
PleaseJohn is there again; at the cemetery. He spends a good deal of time there.Please4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
An "unhealthy amount" according to his therapist. But he doesn't really care what she thinks. He's really only going to a therapist so that his friends; mainly Lestrade and Ms. Hudson, don't worry about him to much. It's better to let them think he's recovering. They don't need to be fretting over him when they're battling their own grief.
He goes at least four times a week; and talks to Sherlock. There are so many things he never got the chance to say to Sherlock; so now he tells his tombstone. The cold marble just sits there silently; mocking him. Reminding him that no matter how much he talks; there will be no reply. But it doesn't stop him. He's not really religious; but he still likes to think that wherever Sherlock is; he can hear him.
"You know what I wanted most Sherlock? It's going to sound absolutely ridiculous.
It still seems a bit weird to me and it's something I've wanted since we survived the pool.
Welcome Home - Johnlock.Sherlock picked up his phone, and typed, 'John. I'm sorry. SH'. His fingers were shaking as he pressed send.Welcome Home - Johnlock.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
John sat up straight, he had just dozed off in the living room after watching the News, and the buzzing of his phone in his pocket had made him jump, he unlocked his mobile phone and looked at the text.
His eyes filled with tears and took a few moments to take in the fact that his one wish could have come true. 'Sherlock. You're alive? -JW' he replied.
A few moments later, he received another message, 'That is irrelevant. You need to come pick me up. SH'
'Irrelevant?! But... Ugh. Where are you, Sherlock? JW."
'Outside a pub. Two blocks from 221B. SH'
'Why can't you get a cab? JW'
'None of them will take me, john. SH'
'No wonder! Everyone thinks you're dead! JW'
'That's not why! I may be slightly intoxicated. SH'
John sighed. Only Sherlock. He hadn't even explained how he had jumped off a building in front of him and som
The Next Morning11:02The Next Morning4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ms Hudson is coming up. Should I tell her we no longer need two bedrooms?
Go ahead. She's been waiting for us to become a couple since day one.
John I think something is wrong with her!
Why? What's going on?
She's squealing. Rather loudly.
Oh. Women do that. No big deal.
But she sounds like an injured pig.
I'm sure it is. Just don't tell her that.
You're really rude you know.
Doesn't seem to bother her. She's clapping her hands.
I knew she'd be happy.
Yes. She seems thrilled.
Made a rather odd comment though.
She's going to buy earplugs.
Oh my god.
I never though Ms Hudson would be so cheeky.
What's cheeky about it? Why does she need earplugs?
The walls are thin Sherlock.
So? The violin had never bothered her before.
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
Breakfast8:04Breakfast3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Breakfast is ready.
I've prepared breakfast. Come downstairs.
You made breakfast!?
Isn't that what I just said?
You're serious? You made breakfast?
You're rather slow this morning. When I said I would shag you senseless I didn't mean to do so literally.
No - It's just - You never cook.
That doesn't mean I'm incapable of doing so.
Never said you couldn't. I'm just surprised you did. Are you up to something?
What would I be up to that would result in breakfast?
I don't know. Experiment maybe? Broke something and this is your apology.
If it was an experiment notifying you would alter the results. And your second suggestion is simply preposterous.
You're right. Apologizing isn't your style.
I do apologize!
Only on the rarest of occasions and certainly not in advanced.
So does this have anything to do with our being newlyweds?
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
ExperimentJohn?Experiment3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I need you to come get me...
They won't let me leave.
Why not? What did you do?!
I'm too drunk.
Ha! You?! Drunk?! There's a new one!
Ok, ok, I'm sorry. I'll be right there.
The pub on the corner right?
Would you stop laughing at me?
After all the times I picked you up from this pub!!
I'm almost there.
John walked over to Sherlock who was sitting at the counter. John greeted the bar tender, took Sherlock's wrist, and helped him stand.
"I can -walk- John!" Sherlock hissed, pulling his wrist out of John's grasp.
And he seemed to be right. He lead the way out the exit and looked up and down the street. Something about Sherlock, being drunk never affected him. He could talk perfectly fine, walk perfectly straight, think perfectly annoyingly as always... The only thing the alcohol may do to him is ge
Red Pants Monday4:21Red Pants Monday3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock if you get an email from my sister do not open it.
Your warning comes fifty-three seconds too late.
Oh god - I am going to kill her!
Don't expend the effort John. I don't see what you're so upset about anyway. You were already aware of the nature of our fans.
Yes I'm aware but that doesn't mean she has to rub it in my face! It's embarrassing.
If you're so upset perhaps you should shut down your ridiculous blog. And what's embarrassing about it? I find it rather intriguing.
It's not ridiculous! Intriguing!?! They're plastering the web with drawings of me in nothing but red pants! How the bloody hell is that intriguing!?!
I think you've just exhausted your exclamation point allowance for the week.
It's intriguing that they've correctly deduced our various sexual kinks. Not the sort of thing I'd spend my cognitive energy on - but each to their own. At least they're using their minds for something.
P.2 What... Sherlock JohnJohn just stared at Sherlock breathing hard. He couldn't figure out what to say, he wanted to say something, and that's when Sherlock went off on him.P.2 What... Sherlock John4 years ago in Settings More Like This
"God Dammit fine I'll say it! John, I'm in love with you, because I don't know what else it is if it's not love! It's frustrating and it's stupid, and I don't want to feel this way, but I do, and I hate it because it just takes up too much time and I have no idea if you love me! I was perfectly fine before. I don't want to love anybody else, and then here you are, just out of nowhere and bam! I fucking fall in love, and I can't stop, and I've tried to stop, but I just can't. So I think I do, I think I fucking love you. So there, there it is my real feelings. All my feelings, I'm down to this "
Sherlock was puffing away from the all the effort of talking about himself, about actually showing his reel emotions. He leaned his head on the
In The Dark - Chapter 2A few days had gone by with no visitors; perhaps they knew that John would need some space. But that space would soon deteriorate at the funeral.In The Dark - Chapter 23 years ago in Drama More Like This
Mrs Hudson made tea for them both that morning and they sat in the living room together, in near silence. The only sounds were of the cars passing by and of them taking a sip from their tea cups.
"You know you don't have to do this." John said abruptly.
"Do what, dear?" Mrs Hudson looked up.
"Keep me company. I can manage."
Mrs Hudson thought for a moment. "I just don't want you to feel alone, John."
"Well I am alone!" John exclaimed, and made Mrs Hudson jump.
He looked up at the landlady. She looked shocked and sad. "I'm sorry." He said.
"It's quite alright." She took another sip of tea. "Would you like me to leave you?"
"No. We have we have to talk about the the "
"Funeral." Mrs Hudson finished for him.
"Yes, that. Who will be going?" John asked painfully.
"Quite a number; many people want to pay thei