I Think I Love YouThey'd done so much together since they first met; anyone else might think they'd known each other for years. Mrs Hudson and Lestrade also noticed how much more Sherlock smiled when John was around; and he was slightly less condescending, but not much. Sherlock and John were like the inseparable pair, like each side of the same coin. One was always there for the other.I Think I Love You2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Sherlock was fiddling with his violin on the couch, waiting for John to get home. He'd decided that today, he'd tell John what he'd been thinking for quite a while; the one thing that he did not express out loud for everyone to know.
As tedious as it did seem, he'd spent a lot of the past week researching the meaning of love. The internet, in books; they all seemed to lead to the same conclusion.
At last, Sherlock heard the sound of the front door closing.
"Where have you been?" Sherlock called from in the living room.
"Sarah's, I told you I would be staying there the night." John replied, making his way up the stair
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 62 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 22 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 72 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
I Think I Love You - Chapter 3He was in a bright clearing; the sun's rays were shining through the trees. Sherlock looked around and absorbed his surroundings. He was not alone. John approached him gracefully and placed a hand on Sherlock's.I Think I Love You - Chapter 32 years ago in Romance More Like This
"I'm sorry, Sherlock." He said, as he wrapped his arms around the detective.
Sherlock held him close, until John pulled away, and his steely gaze met Sherlock's pale eyes. John's eyes flashed and glowed the brightest white. He stepped back and placed a palm on a nearby mound, which rose up to form the body of Sarah.
"I'm sorry I ever met you, Sherlock." John spat, his eyes still glowing. He turned to Sarah, her eyes also lighting up. They turned to Sherlock.
"I hate you. I've always hated you, and I don't ever want to see you again." John leaped forward and began tearing at Sherlock, his flesh being ripped off, bit by bit. He was writhing and screaming, begging for it to be over.
Sherlock jolted awake, feeling horrified. He was sweating and shaking, and the
I Think I Love You - Chapter 4Other people would say to visit a therapist, but Sherlock hated them. They didn't care about people, and they didn't really help. If someone goes and talks to a therapist and tells them their grandpa died, what can they do about it? Nothing. But the strange thing was, Sherlock wanted to talk to someone; someone who would listen. Someone niceI Think I Love You - Chapter 42 years ago in Romance More Like This
John was in his room gathering things to be washed. He did feel terrible. At first he actually did believe Sherlock was mistaken about him 'loving' John, but the events of the last week or so showed this really was affecting the detective. He didn't know what to do yet. But he would think of something; he had to. Sherlock was his best friend, he didn't want to lose him.
Molly was walking down the halls of St. Bart's Hospital. The air was cool, and it smelt like cleaning products and soap. She strode over to a window to perform her everyday' gaze of the outside view before going home', when she saw a familiar figure approaching
I Think I Love You - Chapter 5Shortly after leaving the café, Sherlock received a text from Molly.I Think I Love You - Chapter 52 years ago in Romance More Like This
Find something to do while I talk to John.
Sherlock didn't think she would get to business so soon, but after receiving the text, he decided to give Lestrade a call. He asked if there was a case (any case, even a dull one) that he could help with. After a surprised Lestrade gave him something to work with, he left for the Yard.
There were four knocks at the door. John rushed down the stairs and pulled open the black door to reveal Molly.
"Oh, hello Molly; what's up?"
"May I come in?"
"Of course." John pulled the door open wider and gestures for her to step inside. "Would you like some tea? I just boiled the kettle."
"Yes please. Thank you, John."
After the tea was made they sat down in the living room, their steaming mugs set on the small sections of the coffee table that were bare.
"So, was there any particular reason you dropped by?" John asked.
"Yes actually. I talked to Sherlock."
I Think I Love You - Chapter 11 [FINALE]Moriarty was cruel. He was so, so cruel. He ripped Sherlock apart. He tore his hope and his future. He killed everyone's belief in him; everyone's but John.I Think I Love You - Chapter 11 [FINALE]2 years ago in Romance More Like This
John was in the cab. It felt like his stomach was tied in a knot. He had a very bad feeling; a very bad feeling indeed.
"Can you please go faster?" he said anxiously to the cabbie.
"I'm going as fast as is legal sir, I can't do any more than that." The cabbie replied.
John sighed nervously. Damn Moriarty! Damn him to the deepest pits of hell, where the most painful fires would engulf his body and burn him slowly until he finally died. What that man had done to his best friend
"Stop here." John said to the cabbie, and jumped out of the car. As his feet hit the bitumen, his phone rang. He looked at the screen; it was Sherlock.
"John," Sherlock started.
"Sherlock, are you okay?"
"Turn around and walk back where you came." Sherlock instructed.
"No, I'm coming in!" John said, eying St Bart's.
"Just do as I ask; please."
In The Dark - Chapter 1John walked all the way back to Baker Street. He didn't want to talk to anyone, not even a cabbie. His head was swimming, full of jumbled thoughts. He was barely aware of his surroundings, and nearly got hit by a car on the way to the flat.In The Dark - Chapter 12 years ago in Drama More Like This
He fumbled with the doorknob when he finally got home, and pushed his way inside. He climbed the staircase, it feeling like Mount Everest with all the effort it seemed to be taking. He entered the living room and did something unexpected, he slumped on the couch, turned to face the wall and curled up in a ball like Sherlock did sometimes. He stared into the fabric of the sofa, and finally the tears streamed down his face.
"Is that you John?" Mrs Hudson called from above.
John ignored it, and hoped that she wouldn't bother him. He didn't want to have to tell her; not now. He squeezed his eyes shut and the trapped tears escaped, doing the same as the others. He heard footsteps approaching. He panicked; Mrs Hudson was coming.
"John?" she said as 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 102 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
In The Dark - Chapter 3When the funeral was over, John called a cab immediately, wanting to leave as soon as possible. John stood in the car park, waiting impatiently for the cab to arrive, when he felt a hand on his arm.In The Dark - Chapter 32 years ago in Drama More Like This
"John," said a gentle voice.
John turned his head. Molly was gazing up at him with her soft brown eyes.
"If there's anything you need " she coughed and her eyes filled with tears.
She tried to wipe them away quickly, but she started sobbing. John wasn't sure what to do before he pulled her close to him and held her. She had broken down like he felt he was going to constantly and sometimes did when no one was around and he saw that she cared a lot about Sherlock too. She wasn't like the other people who just wore a solemn face and looked at John with pity.
Molly stepped back and looked up at John again, not bothering to remove the tears from her blotchy face.
"I want to be able to help, in any way I can. So please, don't hesitate to ask."
John nodded, afraid if breaking do
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 22 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
BBC Sherlock: Wanting moreJohn had sometimes really strange dreams and the one he was experiencing right now was definitely among the weirdest. He felt a big and slimy snail sucking on his forehead, trying to make a hole in his skull and slurp up his brain. John tried to scream or defend himself, but he was powerless.BBC Sherlock: Wanting more2 years ago in Romance More Like This
He was relieved when he woke up and the surreal dream ended. However, the sucking feeling didn't go away, which almost gave him a heart attack. He jumped up in the armchair, causing Sherlock to back away.
"What the hell?" He asked in utter confusion, fixing his gaze on Sherlock's intrigued face. He moved his hand to his forehead and felt a moisture there. "What the hell, Sherlock?" He repeated with anger.
"Waking somebody up with a kiss is said to be very romantic." Sherlock stated in a scholarly tone.
John looked at him with disbelief and snorted.
"Where did you get that?"
"You need to stop reading that crap," he sighed and shook his head with resignation. Sherlock's new hobby
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
In The Dark - Chapter 4"John, was that really necessary?" Mrs Hudson closed the front door behind them.In The Dark - Chapter 42 years ago in Drama More Like This
"Yes, it was! This is his fault! He gave all that information to Moriarty so that he knew exactly how to destroy Sherlock!"
"I think we'd best go up and have some tea." Mrs Hudson suggested.
"Contrary to popular belief, Mrs Hudson, tea does not solve everything!"
"Maybe so John, but you should have some anyway.
John had calmed down a bit after he sat down with Mrs Hudson, and they talked about Molly.
"I think you should take her up on her offer." Mrs Hudson said.
"I don't need help."
"You may think that isolating yourself is the best thing to do, but it really isn't, John. You need company and friends. Otherwise you'll drown in your own thoughts."
"So you know what I need do you? You just know how I'm feeling now?"
"You're not the only one who's lost someone, you know." Mrs Hudson spoke softly.
Now John felt stupid. Of course, she'd lived longer than him, of course in that time someone she loved would ha
I Think I Love You - Chapter 8Sherlock awoke from the sound of loud knocking. He groaned at the pain in his head. Why did he have to get drunk? Stupid experimentI Think I Love You - Chapter 82 years ago in Romance More Like This
He pulled on his robe and thumped down the stairs clumsily, wrenching the door open when he got to bottom.
"Hello," Sarah said nervously.
"You! What are you doing here?" Sherlock asked in a lazy drawl.
"I came to see if John was alright."
"Of course he's alright. Why wouldn't he be? Hasn't he contacted you for five minutes?"
Sarah rolled her eyes and pushed past the tall man.
"Hey, what do you think you're doing?" Sherlock called.
"Trust me, I don't want me to be here either." Sarah said as she climbed the staircase.
"What's going on?" Sherlock heard John call from his bedroom.
"Intruder! There's an intruder in the house! Get your gun, John!" Sherlock shouted, and received a glare from Sarah. He grinned back at her slyly.
John pushed through the door, his gun in his hand, and he pointed it at the first person he saw.
"What the HELL, John?!" Sarah shr
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.2 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
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
Only you can ease my painJohn winched and gasped as yet another sharp stab of pain pierced his shoulder, centering in his old wound from Afghanistan. Though it was nothing unusual at this time of year for his shoulder to act up (the cold weather always made it stiff and aching) it was still a painful and dreaded experience each time. The pain was often accompanied by small yet rough and ruthless flashbacks from that ill-fated day he had received the wound, the day he and his entire team had been ambushed and he, despite his greatest efforts, had lost three men at his own handsOnly you can ease my pain2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Another wave of hot white pain hit the doctor. The hand, currently grasping his bare, left shoulder in a desperately tight grip tightened, if possible, even further and John couldn't help letting of a small cry of pain this time around. Normally these painful incidents didn't last long enough to grow this painful, normally a pair of long pale hands would come to his rescue and, without him even asking, gently massage and kneed his tense
(1) A Study in Skyrim [Sherlock/Skyrim Crossover]John pushed through the big double gates of Whiterun. It was one of the places in Skyrim where it didn't snow (thank Talos for that), and it wasn't too crowded, which was good news for a newbie thief. A few years back, John never would have thought that he would become a burglar, but these were hard times, and it was when a man would do anything to stay alive. The war was raging, and to make matters even worse, the dragons had returned. Big, brutal, scaly, element-breathing, violent dangerous, immensely strong dragons, which were attacking villages at random, destroying homes and taking lives. That was why John was a thief, and no longer a man of honour. Honour did not matter anymore; fighting did.(1) A Study in Skyrim [Sherlock/Skyrim Crossover]2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
John slithered along the outer wall of the city, hiding from view. His plan was to break into a few houses, get some gold, and get out; and to be quick with it. He halted and observed. An old woman was leaving her house. She locked the door behind her, probably knowing that people were get