Look At Me- JohnlockSherlock, a little friend of yours stopped by - JMLook At Me- Johnlock2 years ago in Romance More Like This
What have you done this time? -SH
Well, he just stopped by to... chat - JM
Do I bother asking who? -SH
Let's see you guess - JM
Please tell me it's Mycroft. -SH
Wrong! - JM
Of course not. I should be so lucky. -SH
When do you think you'll pick him up? I just want to be ready - JM
You're going to just let him go? I don't buy it. -SH
Thats why I said I want to be ready. - JM
Doesn't this get old? The same old jog around the track? Why not, just once, kidnap
Anderson? Just to shake things up? -SH
I guess I should... This time, you have ten minutes or his brains are my new wallpaper.
Ten minutes to what? -SH
Get here. My apartment. He's crying. He still thinks you're dead - JM
God damn you. I'm already on my way. Don't touch him. -SH
Jim smiled and put the phone in his pocket. He held his gun towards John, who was forced with his back into a corner and his hands folded behind his head.
John couldn't believe it, or rather, wouldn'
Senses"Sherlock what are you doing?" John asked as his flatmate pulled him out of his chair.Senses3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"I need your help with an experiment. Nothing dangerous I promise." Sherlock assured him, letting the doctor's arm drop to his side once he was on his feet.
John rolled his eyes. "Can't you experiment on yourself? I was reading."
"You can read later. I already did this experiment on myself and I need to know the results are consistent."
Sherlock shook his head. "Can't tell you or you'll think the same thing is happening to you when it really isn't. Power of suggestion and all that. Now, may I start?"
John rolled his eyes but nodded. How bad could it be if Sherlock had already undergone the mysterious experiment and was standing in front of him, as alive and energetic as ever. Sherlock grinned and quickly tied a blindfold over John's eyes.
"Sherlock! What the hell are you doing?" the doctor asked, crying out in surprise.
"Calm down John. I read a while ago that if you cut off one sense
I love You -Drarry-"I love you."I love You -Drarry-4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Draco said the words in a rush barely tasting the phrase as it passed his lips. His eyebrows drew together as his brow furrowed while he frowned over the sentence. It just didn't sound right. Something was off about it. He loved him, he knew he did. Maybe it was just the way he was saying it.
"I love you."
He said it slower this time. Steadier and stronger. He savored each word as it left his mouth. That was better. It fit more. Tougher, like the Gryffindor himself.
Draco sighed and closed his eyes, a contented smile on his face. How long had he and Harry been together? Almost two years. Wow. Had it really really been that long? Must have been. It still made him laugh thinking of how they had fallen in love.
He thought back to that morning. He and Harry had been having their usual early morning insult war when a young Ravenclaw slipped a love potion into Harry's pumpkin juice. Expecting him to look up when she said hello after he drank she thought he would fall in love wi
A Little Competition "What are you doing out here Potter?" Draco sneered, landing gracefully on the grassy field of the Quidditch pitch.A Little Competition4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Looking thoroughly disgruntled Harry shifted his broom from one shoulder to the other. He obviously hadn't been expecting Malfoy, or anyone else for that matter, to be up so early in the morning. He especially did not expect anyone to be dressed and practicing before the sun had even properly begun to rise.
"I asked you what you were doing here." Draco reiterated, glaring scornfully at the ebony-haired boy.
"Shut it Malfoy. Isn't obvious? I came here to practice, same as you." Harry snapped.
The Slytherin smirked and shook his wind-blown blond hair out of his eyes. "Wrong Potter. Only unskilled idiots such as yourself need practice. I was merely bored and thought it would be nice to get out of the castle."
"At five in the morning?" Harry asked, eyebrows raised.
Draco flushed angrily and be
MiscommunicationJohn had been acting strangely. Ever since the incident at the pool with Moriarty he had been skittish. He might have thought Sherlock didn't notice but of course he did. Every time they were in a room together John would make an excuse to leave. He would be sitting in his chair when Sherlock would come into the room and sit down on the sofa. Within minutes John would start twitching, his hands would clench and unclench and he would start looking over his shoulder. Then he would rise and go up to his room or leave to do the shopping. Or just leave, no excuse given.Miscommunication3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
At first Sherlock thought it was just normal nerves. The man had been strapped to a bomb, it was normal not to want to stay still for too long. Movement made you harder to catch. But he seemed to have no trouble staying still for long periods of time when the consulting detective wasn't within his range of vision. He knew because he'd followed him one day and watched him sit on a park bench for an hour and a half.
Nursery Rhymes Are Deadly 4Hey Diddle DiddleNursery Rhymes Are Deadly 44 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Back at 221B Baker Street Sherlock lay, as he had for the past four hours, in what seemed to Watson a near comatose state except for his clasped hands. His breathing was deep and even almost as if he were asleep though John knew this was not the case. The great consulting detective was deep in thought, four nicotine patches plastered to his arms.
"Thinking about that nursery rhyme?" John asked.
"Mm." was the only reply he got.
Ignoring him, John rotated his shoulder, trying to scare away the last ghosts of pain that remained from earlier. It didn't really hurt anymore but the sensation of pain hadn't entirely left him, like when you watch a horror movie and can almost feel your own throat being slit or your arm being broken. It didn't hurt but it couldn't be entirely ignored.
"How is your shoulder John?" the taller man asked suddenly.
The doctor looked at him. He hadn't opened his eyes. Oddly, this didn't surprise John.
"It's better now." he grimaced.
Nursery Rhymes Are Deadly 3Ring a-ring O'RosesNursery Rhymes Are Deadly 34 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sherlock watched, stunned, as John's face turned pale and seemed almost to fall, sinking into a scared sad expression he rarely saw on the soldier's face.
"You understand it John?" he asked carefully.
He nodded. "I know the historical context even if it is somewhat debated. The song refers to the Great Plague of London in 1665 or possible the Black Death that swept through Europe reducing the population by 30 to 60 percent. In London in 1665 to 1666 it killed over 100,000 people. The song mentions several of the symptoms, 'a ring o'roses', thought to be a red ring around the swollen lymph glands. The 'atishoo' refers to coughing fits and 'we all fall down' is the result of the plague. Death."
"And the pockets full of posies?" Sherlock asked
"It was believed for a long time that the disease was spread through bad smells. Carrying posies or any kind of flower in your pocket was thought to ward off the outbreak and keep you safe." John explained. "If he's planni
OmnipresentOmnipresent-present everywhere at the same timeOmnipresent4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
That's what Sherlock was to John. A constant presence in his life no matter how hard he might have tried at times to ignore him. If John were upstairs in his bedroom he could hear Sherlock below him, experimenting or playing his violin. If he were downstairs, watching the telly or writing his blog Sherlock was there again, sprawled across the sofa bemoaning the idiocies of humankind and the lack of creativity of the modern criminal. Even when John was at work Sherlock made his presence known with a barrage of texts and the constant worry that he would come home to find the flat in ruins.
More and more Sherlock had come to inhabit John's life. Even his relationship with Sarah had become infected by the consulting detective. More than once John had excused himself while on a date with her because Sherlock had texted him with some new case, demanding his presence. The man seemed to have an uncanny habit of choosing cases whenever the
In the Common Room"I don't see why you just can't tell him." James chided from his armchair by the fire.In the Common Room4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Because if I told him he'd never speak to me again." Sirius said for what seemed like the hundredth time.
"I don't think so. He might laugh at you or think you're trying to make fun of him but I doubt he'd never speak to you again. He's a werewolf, if he decided not to be your friend because you're gay he'd be a hypocrite." James replied, returning to the task at hand, polishing his broomstick.
"You don't get it mate. You like girls."
"Girl." James corrected him. "And she doesn't like me back."
Sirius laughed and tossed one of the cushions from the couch he was currently sitting on at his friend's face. "Yes it's so hard to be you."
"Why do you think she doesn't like me?"
"I don't know maybe it's your looks. Not everyone can be as attractive to the opposite sex as yours truly." Sirius smirked.
James grinned back. "If only they knew."
"If only who knew what?" Remus asked, walking over to them.
Scars and Purebloods part IIt was nearly noon which meant it was almost time for lunch, a welcome break from the grueling morning classes which had ended with double potions with the Slytherins. Harry trudged into the Great Hall along with his two best friends Ron and Hermione, took his seat at the Gryffindor table and began loading up his plate. Ignoring the argument his friends were having he started to eat and scanned the hall silently, searching for his favorite enemy, Draco Malfoy. Sure enough the tall blond sauntered in a few minutes later and almost instantly caught Harry's gaze. His grey eyes narrowed coldly and he sneered a little bit, adding a sense of superiority to his hard glare. Harry returned the look with equal dislike and for a few minutes they stayed that way, Harry glaring from his seat and Draco standing in the doorway wearing alook of equal dislike. Then they broke eye contact and Draco went over to the Slytherin table. Harry watched him go and stood up.Scars and Purebloods part I4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Something wrong Harry?" H
Nursery Rhymes Are Deadly 2Humpty DumptyNursery Rhymes Are Deadly 24 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Humpty dumpty sat on a wall....Well clearly the name is meaningless. It's just a title, part of the original rhyme. No clues there."
Sherlock had been sitting on the sofa for close to an hour, hands steepled in his usual mock-praying fashion and cold grey eyes fixed on a spot straight ahead of him.He hadn't moved once since they had gotten back from Scotland Yard, John didn't think he'd even blinked.
"We need to look into the poem more symbolically. Tear it apart, disect it into it's smallest pieces. John, a pen!" He suddenly thrust his hand in his flatmate's general direction.
Luckily the doctor had been expecting this and had a pen ready along with a piece of paper to hand over. Snatching them up quickly enough to give John a small paper cut, Sherlock began writing swiftly, his handwriting as impeccable as always. A full forty-five seconds later he set the pen down, reading over the lines he had written as if the answer would just jump out at him.
"You said ther
Nursery Rhymes Are Deadly 5Rock-a-bye BabyNursery Rhymes Are Deadly 54 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"What do you mean John's gone?' Lestrade asked
"I mean he's missing. Gone. Abducted. Kidnapped. Removed. Whatever you want to call it. He's not in the flat and he didn't take his cell phone with him. Obviously someone took him. And this new rhyme must be the key to getting him back." Sherlock said, his eyes trained on the tape player as if it would suddenly tell him all the answer. "Clearly John was the spoon from the previous riddle. Making the dish Moriarty. You're the little dog and I am the cat. This leaves only the cow which he could have just ignored, working as accurately to the rhyme as he could. Or maybe it's a clue as to what he plans to do with him. Like this rhyme."
"Wouldn't they just kill him? I mean clearly this person has no problem with taking lives." Donovan counted.
Sherlock shook his head. "He would only kill if it was somehow relevant to the rhyme. Otherwise he's breaking the rules to his own game."
"So now what? Rock-a-bye baby is supposed t
Nursery Rhymes Are Deadly 1London Bridge is Falling DownNursery Rhymes Are Deadly 14 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Another long, boring day. Sherlock and John hadn't had a case in over two weeks and the doctor could tell the boredom was beginning to take its toll on the detective. The man would occasionally stand up walk to the door or the window then stop and turn quickly and half run half shuffle over to the other side of the apartment. Twice he had gone to the fridge, opened it, stared inside then slammed the door making his flatmate jump in surprise.
"Will you sit down please? You're making me nervous." John said finally, slamming his computer shut. He had been trying to update his blog but unfortunately Sherlock's constant movement was becoming a bit of a distraction.
"You like being nervous." Sherlock countered, not even looking at him.
"True as that may be I would like to focus. Sit down and watch the telly or something." the doctor said.
"Eh. Boring." the detective said returning to the sofa and falling onto it none to gracefully.
"I'm sure something wil
The Biggest Lie- Sherlock The biggest lieThe Biggest Lie- Sherlock3 years ago in Drama More Like This
I ever told
"Do you love me?"
"No, I don't."
"Hey Sherlock?" John asked, looking down at the man draped cross his bare chest. In the after glow of their love-making a warm content seemed to have settled over him, giving him the confidence he needed to ask the question that had been burning inside him for so long.
"Hm?" Sherlock replied tiredly, looking up into John's eyes.
"Do you love me?"
The consulting detective stared at him, not entire sure of what he had just heard but knowing all to well that it couldn't have been anything else. John had asked if he....but why? Hadn't he told him when they first met that he was married to his work? Did he think that sex would change that? Could he tell that it had?
Could John tell how much he meant to the sociopath, how much the man he was holding needed him? Sherlock had thought he had been so careful, so precise in hiding the feelings he didn't even want to admit to himself for fear of creating an attachment that could
Omnipresent 2 Passion- an instance or experience of strong love or sexual desire.Omnipresent 24 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
John managed to stay civil through dinner and the cab ride back to the flat, not even pulling away when Sherlock subtly took his hand on the table or lightly touched his leg in the cab. But by the time the door had shut behind them at 221b he had decided he'd had enough. He wanted some answers.
"Alright, what the hell was that about?" he asked, fighting to keep his voice even once they were securely within the privacy of their own flat. It wasn't that he was really angry with what Sherlock had done, he would have been lying if he said he hadn't had a good time, but he was embarrassed and surprised.
"You said if we went out on Valentine's Day we'd look like a couple. I thought it most efficient, in that case, to make it an actual date." Sherlock replied, throwing himself onto the sofa.
John shook his head in aggrivation. "And what makes you think I wanted to go on a date with you? Or kiss you, for that matter?"
After the WarDraco shook violently as the dementors deposited him in the chain covered chair that sat on the cold stone floor before the Wizimagot. He knew what they were going to say. They were going to find him guilty of aiding the dark wizard Voldemort, of attacking innocents and even using the Imperius and Crutiatus curse against his fellow wizards. Punishment, life in Azkaban, slowly losing his mind and soul.After the War4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The worst part is that he had never done any of those things. Not willingly at least. He had been a child. His parents had told him to. The Dark Lord had threatened him. He'd had no choice! But they wouldn't believe that. They wouldn't believe a criminal.
In front of him the new Minister of Magic was reading his charges and the evidence against him. Draco didn't hear any of it until the shadowy man asked "Is there anyone here who will speak in Mister Malfoy's defense?"
Draco almost laughed. Defense? Ha! Anyone who would defend him was dead or in Azkaban themselves. Both of his parents, Be
Invisible part 8 "Snape!"Invisible part 84 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The call echoed through the crowded corridor. Severus, deep in thought, didn't hear. His lover had sent him another letter that morning asking him to come by the Room of Requirement around 11.
This time he heard it. He turned to find Sirius Black running toward him and lifted the book he was carrying like a shield. The black haired man stopped in front of him, and stood there, smiling and panting.
"I've...been looking...for you everywhere." he said, regaining his breath. "You are not easy to find."
"I try not to be." Severus replied coldly. "Can you blame me?"
Sirius grin widened. "Yeah I know."
Severus sighed. "What do you want Black?"
"Sirius." the Gryffindor said with a shake of his head. "I'm not using that name anymore."
"Sirius then. What do you want?" Severus asked, beginning to get annoyed.
Sirius blushed. "Well....er....you see S
Nursery Rhymes Are Deadly 7Bah Bah Black SheepNursery Rhymes Are Deadly 74 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Any ideas?" Lestrade asked as they parked in front of 221b.
"Several. All rather unlikely." Sherlock replied, climbing out of the car. "Stay here. John will want to put on some dry clothes and will insist I do the same but I want to get to the hospital to speak to Ms. Potter as soon as possible." he said slamming the door behind him.
Lestrade looked at John who shrugged and said "We really should put on something dry." before follow Sherlock into the flat.
Once inside he made his way up to his room where he quickly changed into a dry jumper and a fresh pair of trousers, along with whatever other articles of clothing that need to be replaced. Once dressed he went back down to the main room, certain Sherlock would also be dressed and annoyed at him for taking so long.
Instead he found his flatmate sitting on the couch, shirt unbuttoned and still wearing wet socks, staring at his cell phone as it rang.
"Are you going to answer that?" John sighed.
Nursery Rhymes Are Deadly 11Little Tommy TuckerNursery Rhymes Are Deadly 113 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"What do you think it means?" John asked when they returned to the flat. He was still too shaken to go to bed despite the late hour. Instead he sat down in his usual chair, taking in all the warmth and comfort he could from it.
Sherlock didn't respond. Instead he went into the kitchen and put the kettle on for tea. He knew John would want some as much as he did. He was still in shock after what had just happened. The fear of losing John, the horror of possibly being the one to kill him, the joy of having him be alright and the comfort of holding the other man in his arms all twisted and swirled in his head like a hurricane. At at it's center, a growing hatred and respect for Noel that he couldn't seem to separate and catalog.
"It could mean a dozen things John! I've never heard the damn thing before! You can't expect me to analyze a rhyme and compute the exact crime its directing us too in one hour. Not after you were almost dropped to your death.
Everything is Not as it Seems intro"Sherlock I'm home!" John called up the stairs to the flat. He didn't really expect any kind of greeting in return but the warning allowed Sherlock a few minuts to clean up whatever experiments he was conducting before John actually walked through the door. It was a habit he had developed after coming home one day to find Sherlock dissecting a victims cat on the kitchen table.Everything is Not as it Seems intro3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Luckily for John it seemed the consulting detective had not been in the middle of any kind of dangerous or disgusting experiments. In fact, he seemed to have opted for a relatively normal afternoon of sitting on the sofa and reading one of John's books even though he had deemed them all "dull" months ago when John had first unpacked them.
But of course it couldn't be that simple. It never was with Sherlock. And while little could startle the good doctor anymore he had to admit he was surprised to see a teenage girl sitting in his chair.
"Um...good afternoon?" he asked, passing by her to take the groceries he was
Everything is Not as it Seems part 1Part 1Everything is Not as it Seems part 13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Please read the intro first or none of this will make sense!
The cab ride to the prison was long and unbearably quiet. Sherlock seemed caught up in his own little world and John couldn't help but wonder what had made him so upset. He knew as well as anyone could that Sherlock didn't like his brother meddling with his affairs but it wasn't as if Mycroft had used his new relationship with Lestrade in any way. In fact, in the two months Lestrade had been out of the hospital they had barely seen him. If Mycroft had been planning on using him as a spy John suspected they would have been seeing the Detective Inspector much more often. If anything it seemed like the new romance was keeping Mycroft out of their hair.
Of course there could always be some reason that the good doctor didn't know about. Perhaps Sherlock was...well maybe he was jealous. He rarely talked about his sex-life or even what interested him so it was entirely possible that Sherlock had a bit of a thing for
Nursery Rhymes Are Deadly 6Jack and JillNursery Rhymes Are Deadly 64 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Two strong hands pushed John roughly down into his chair. He tried to stand up and the hands pushed him down again.
"Stay." Sherlock ordered and wandered away towards the washroom.
John sighed, knowing it was useless to fight it. He was too tired to anyway. Waiting for the consulting detective to return he closed his eyes and let out a deep breath he hadn't realized he was holding.
In front of him Moriarty laughed his high empty laugh and the sound reverberated in the cold white tile room, assaulting him again and again from all sides. But he didn't move, didn't flinch away or struggle against the bonds holding him to the chair he was seated in. He was stronger than that.
"It's brilliant isn't it?" Moriarty laughed. "The whole plan? Nursery rhymes as murder plots? It's fantastic!"
"Did you bring me here to gloat Jim?" John asked, keeping his voice a controlled monotone.
The cruel man sneered at him and stepped closer, bending over so their eyes were level.
Here Without You- JohnlockIt had all become too much. John just couldn't handle it anymore. The looks, the comments on his blog, and the constant visits from Lestrade and Mycroft making sure he was "alright". He couldn't take it. He was going to lose his mind if it continued.Here Without You- Johnlock2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The dreams were the worst. Dreams about Sherlock, about their life together. There were cases, real and imagined. There were quiet nights alone together in the flat just eating dinner or watching the telly. There were the things he had wished he'd said about his feelings and what could have happened if they had been returned. Then it would all go dark. The happy moments would twist and suddenly he was on the street watching Sherlock fall again and again. He held the body in his arms and felt the warm blood dripping onto his fingers. He would awake, screaming and crying with his sheets drenched in sweet. He hadn't had a decent nights sleep in months.
It had taken him ages to decide how to do it. Poisoning had been his first inclination but
Nursery Rhymes Are Deadly 8Jack Be NimbleNursery Rhymes Are Deadly 83 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"And you want to know who 'Jack' is?" John said, trying to keep the sigh out of his voice as he sat down in his chair. He also tried to ignore the body on the floor and was not entirely surprised to find this last easier to accomplish. Must be a side-effect of living with Sherlock, building up a tolerance to having human remains, intact or otherwise, scattered about your home.
"Jack means nothing. It's a name. Don't be stupid John, even you're more clever than that." though Sherlock's eyes were closed John was sure he had rolled them.
It may have been mid-afternoon but for John it was still too early to start an argument so he conceded and asked instead, "Have you made any headway?"
"I have several theories though they each seem somewhat unlikely." Sherlock responded. "Is there any historical background to this story?"
"From what I've heard it means almost exactly what it says. Jumping over candles used to be a sort of sport. People originally jumped over fires bu