The Detective and His Blogger12:00The Detective and His Blogger1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'm at work Sherlock.
I'm aware of your location.
I mean I'm busy.....
No you're on break.
That's beside the point. I could be busy.
But you're not. And I'm bored.
So do an experiment or something.
So drop by Bart's and ask Molly for something. I'm sure she would love to see you.
Yes. But I'd rather not see her.
That's not nice Sherlock.
No it isn't. But why is that relevant?
Why do I bother?
Bother with what?
Nothing. Never mind.
Oneword: HallowedOneword: Hallowed1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
John longed to hold on to Sherlock in some way as the two stepped over the threshold, a cold shield of magic washing over them in a protective cleansing as they approached the hallowed sanctuary of the Dali Lama. They'd been on this case for two weeks, and it had been rough on both the Adept and the ex-angel. Sherlock had tried every trick in his books, spent ages in the library, consorted with the black market and his favorite pooka, and had even stooped so low as to resorting to Mycroft's expertise- which still had turned up nothing, but had provided this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for further research.
Sod it, John thought with a shiv
Tickle"John, go away," Sherlock frowned. I chuckled and pinched him again. He made an unamused noise. It made me smile and I pinched him again. "John, go away I'm thinking."Tickle1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You're no fun Sherlock," I frowned. I nudged him. He opened his eyes and glared at me. He was sprawled across the lounge, his hands in a prayer position. I sat on the ground next to him, enjoying annoying him.
"Now's not the time for fun John, it's the time for thinking," Sherlock said.
"What do you need to be thinking about? You've solved all of the cases," I replied.
"I need to stimulate my mind," Sherlock said, closing his eyes. A few minutes passed before I pinched him
Blood Fury - Part 1Blood Fury - Part 11 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I have grown a certain hatred for night time television. It was dull, boring, predictable. I had no idea what I was watching. Some new cooking show. It was elimination night. I had already figured out who was going too eliminated. Simple.
I was curled up on the sofa chair. I rested my head on my knees. John was behind me at the desk, typing his blog. I had distaste for his blog, but it had given me some new clients, which meant more interesting cases. I turned my head to the left ever so slightly, just enough to see him in my peripheral vision. I saw him smile. His dimples appeared. I couldn't see what he was so amused about.
Freaky and his little Johnny - Prologue (ITA)Freaky and his little Johnny - Prologue (ITA)1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Anche quella sera pioveva.
Grosse nuvole si erano addensate due giorni prima, verso mezzogiorno, e da allora lo scroscio d’acqua non aveva smesso di battere sulle case.
Le strade erano tristi e vuote, nessuno aveva voglia di uscire con quel tempaccio, erano tutti rinchiusi in casa o in un pub, per rallegrarsi e scaldarsi in compagnia.
Bé, non proprio tutti.
Nelle cantine di una delle case più antiche della città un’ombra si muoveva lentamente, sola e infreddolita, facendo tintinnare lievemente le catene che la tenevano legata.
Dopo molti giri a vuoto della cantina, l’ombra finalmente si sedette in u
Incantations and Deductions SHObviously it took years for them to ever get around to speaking to each other. Sherlock reasoned that it was natural: as well as being in different, some might even say rival, houses, there was also the social class divide and the fact that Sherlock always gave off the general air of someone who never wanted to talk to anyone, in his life, ever. As a general rule Sherlock felt that unless someone was directly benefitting him by being alive in his presence he would do his best to tolerate them, but if not they could bloody well bugger off and do their dull living /breathing /sleeping /eating /talking /having fun business somewhere eIncantations and Deductions SH2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Johnlock"Sherlock, I don't understand." John Watson looks at his flatmate, Sherlock Holmes, deeply in the eyes.Johnlock1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"What's there not to understand, John?" Sherlock seems to pin John in his place with his gaze.
"You said that..." John looks down at his feet, not knowing where else to go with that statement.
"That, I did, John, and what's your answer?" He stares down at the ex-army doctor.
"Yes." John looks up at his friend and bites his lip.
"Yes?" Sherlock looks at him, a slightly amused expression on his face.
"Yes. Why did you ask me, out of anyone you know you asked me. Why?"
"Because I know you...and I trust you." John smiles at Sherlock.
Mothers and Minuets Chp 6John never bothered imagining Sherlock as a child. He'd tried once, when something was said by Mycroft about him wanting to be a pirate, but somehow he couldn't correlate the six foot of sass he knows to a curly headed child whirling a plastic sword about.Mothers and Minuets Chp 62 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
He'd simply given up on it after a few moments and decided that Sherlock is just one of those people who seem to have sprung from the ground, full-grown. Ridiculous of course, he's a doctor and he knows this, but it doesn't help his mind create a picture of a seven year old Sherlock.
Now he realizes though, looking at the photographs that he wouldn't have gotten it right anyway, even if h
GhostSherlock Holmes drew his bow across the translucent strings of the violin, a sad tune circling the air around him. He shifted slightly to adjust his position atop the gravestone, and tried to turn his tune to happier notes. But the sky was red today, and another poor soul would soon be joining the graveyard. When a headstone began to materialize in the plot next to him, Sherlock froze his song, and the sky's blood hues dissolved to slate. “Ah, John. How wonderful of you to join me…but how terrible that you’re here.”Ghost1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
John blinked a few times, looking around. "Sherlock... I thought..."
"That I was dead?" Sherlock stil
London to Edinburgh I"Yes!" Exclaimed the consulting detective, jumping over the coffee table, clutching the letter tightly.London to Edinburgh I2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Another case?" called John from the kitchen.
"Oh no John, this isn't just another case." Sherlock grinned, waving the letter in his flatmates face. "This is an exceptional case."
Deciding to indulge his curiosity, John abandoned his attempt to make tea and turned to face the taller man who was now re-reading his letter. "And what makes this case so much more interesting than the others?"
"It's in Scotland. Edinburgh to be precise."
John shifted his weight and tried to look uninterested. "Oh. Has someone been murdered?"
The Plan, Chapter 1CrashThe Plan, Chapter 111 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
John's mind snapped back to reality. He sighed and opened his deep blue eyes, and stretched as the view of Sherlock's bedroom came back into focus. Letting a yawn escape his throat, he pushed himself off the bed with a grunt and winced, Damn my leg. Refusing to use his cane, he was a soldier after all, he limped out of the room to the bathroom. Whatever Sherlock has done he thought, Can wait until I use the loo.
Sherlock heard the bathroom door click shut,and knew he didn't have much time left. Hastily grabbing all of his research and running down the stairs to Mrs. Hudson, he rapped on the door sharply exactly three times. Any more
SlenderlockPart 7:Slenderlock8 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
John felt his skin begin to crawl and he hit his head on the ground as another image slammed into his mind. What was going on? What was he looking at? He tried to remember the images, but they would disappear just as fast as they had shown up.
His stomach felt like it was doing summer-salts and another image crashed into his mind. Sherlock grabbed John's shoulders and tried to pull him up, but the second he touched the Doctor he screamed. "What's the matter with you John? Tell me what you're feeling!" His heart raced and John screamed again.
Clawing at the ground, John tried to get to his feet, only to stumble back down an
SlenderlockPart 4:Slenderlock8 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Nothing. There was nothing out there but trees, bushes, and...What was that? Sherlock squinted his eyes to get a better look. He thought he had seen something move a little ways deeper in the woods. He took a step closer and jumped, only slightly, as a hand grabbed his arm.
"There you are. I've been shouting for you, why didn't you answer?" John looked around. "Did you find anything interesting?" Sherlock looked back at the space near the trees where he thought he had seen something and shook his head. John squinted in the direction Sherlock was looking and shrugged. "Alright then." he said looking around again.
If it w
SlenderlockPart 2:Slenderlock8 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A Few Days Earlier
There was a low, rumbling 'boom' that shook the entire flat followed by dark, rancid plumes of smoke. John, who was sat in his chair reading the days paper and relaxing with a nice cuppa, sprang to his feet and was throwing open windows within a matter of seconds. His anger skyrocketing.
"Sherlock!" he yelled at the top of his lungs. "What the hell did you do?" There was a crashing from within the kitchen and said man quickly rushed out. He made a mad dash to the nearest window and nearly flipped over the ledge.
John grabbed the taller man by the back of his shirt and pulled. "Sherlock." John sighed
A Scandal In Sedation...A Scandal In Sedation1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Check the back door Doctor Watson" John Watson had been in the army and was used to taking commands, but he wasn't going to a listen to a woman who he didn't trust, who is involved in a photo scandal with no clothes on. But the nod of Sherlock Holmes's head confirms the command and John follows, walking out of the room and down the stairs to the back door.
The back door is open slightly ajar. John knows something was going on. He pokes his head out of the door and the soundtrack of London fills his ears. He pauses and then hears a loud thump from the floor above. Definitely a distraction to get him out of the room so th
Angels, Demons and Deductions - a SuperLock ficAngels, Demons and Deductions - a SuperLock fic1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Angels, Demons and deductions
Chapter 1 Death and rebirth
Pairings: implied and possible Dean/Castiel and John/Sherlock later on.
Rating: T to be safe and for mild swearing
WARNING: POST RICHENBACH AND SET DURING SEASON 6 OF SUPERNATURAL!
Summery: After Sherlock's fall from grace and untimely death John becomes a hunter and seeks vengeance on the Demon Moriarty who caused his best friend to die, Travelling from England to the United states he encounters the Winchesters who decide to help him find the demon that caused his friends death, but God, it seems has other plans for the consulting detective....
Johnlock: So heavy in your armsBARDZO zalecane do słuchania w tle: >>>> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V_eOmvM-4zcJohnlock: So heavy in your arms6 months ago in Emotional More Like This
Nie było go. Naprawdę nie było, teraz miałem już pewność, że to nie była jego sztuczka czy okrutny żart. W sumie, wiedziałem o tym już wtedy, kiedy dotykałem jego stygnącej dłoni, rozpaczliwie starając się wyczuć jego puls. Ale pulsu nie było, a ja dopiero teraz, po tak długim czasie przyjąłem to do wiadomości. Sherlocka Holmesa nie ma. Więcej już nie usłyszę jego głosu i nigdy nie będę mógł się z
Johnlock: Kawalek ciastahttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NdYWuo9OFAwJohnlock: Kawalek ciasta6 months ago in Emotional More Like This
- Sherlock? - Jedyny detektyw doradczy na świecie, zwalony teraz na kanapie z głową na moich kolanach otworzył oczy, przypatrzył mi się uważnie i wydał pytające mruknięcie.
- Czy tobie tak naprawdę na mnie zależy?
- Bawimy się w telenowelę? Podoba mi się to.
- Och, bądź poważny. - wzniosłem oczy ku niebu.
Sherlock złożył ręce. Na przedramieniu wyjątkowo nie miał plastrów nikotynowych.
- Ależ proszę. Powiedz, o co chodzi. - patrzył na mnie bez mrugania, unosz&
Johnlock: teraz spijNigdy niegasnące niebo nad Londynem zaczęło jeszcze bardziej rozjaśniać się poranną łuną słońca. Podciągnąłem rękaw i rzuciłem okiem na zegarek. Czwarta rano. Wyprostowałem zesztywniały kark i bezwiednie potarłem skroń. Nieprzespana noc zaczęła już mi się porządnie dawać we znaki. Jeśli ja byłem w kiepskiej formie, to naprawdę nie wiem, jak można by określić stan Johna, który słabymi ruchami przerzucał kolejny egzemplarz The Times, rozpaczliwie starając się uJohnlock: teraz spij7 months ago in Emotional More Like This
GuardianThey say that children are the most receptive to things of supernatural origin. To angels and demons, the idea of God and, especially, the belief in things unseen. That's why, when Hamish developed an imaginary friend, I didn't think it was abnormal. I was actually a little relieved. The imaginary friend would, hopefully, pull him out of his shell and encourage him to make real friends, and stop ignoring the other kids at school. Though, I blamed myself for his exclusionary behavior. From the first day he came to live with me, I'd filled his head with stories of a man, a legend, who lived completely inside his own head, but who accomplished eGuardian4 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Dreams of a Burnt Soul-(Johnlock)The Dreams of a Burnt SoulThe Dreams of a Burnt Soul-(Johnlock)9 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
John sighed heavily in his sleep as he bit his lip. The dreams, they were coming again. He could smell him . He could sense him . He could hear his breathing. He could feel his presence. John didn't dare open his eyes. He knew, from the hundreds of other times these haunting dreams, that Sherlock would not be there when he wrenched his eyelids open. They were a weird type of dream. In the dream it was as if he was awake, yet when he opened his eyes to see him, to embrace him, it was then that would awaken.
These resplendent nightmares were a blessing and a curse for John. The first few dreams left him catatoni
CHILDHOOD FRIENDSWhen he was 7, Sherlock had seen Mrs. Watson's car from his room, from the 5th floor of Holmes manor; the nasty room with mildew, which didn't look out on the gardens, because Mycroft always got first pick. Not for long, though; he was off to university (Cambridge, naturally), studying something or other to eventually get a "PhD in World Domination", like Mummy always used to say he missed his Mummy. She'd been nice to him, baked him cookies, taught him how to make perfect, strong daisy chains, told him what a brilliant young man he was, all the time.CHILDHOOD FRIENDS1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Father just punished him, hid him away and always let Mykey meet the big people in the
Not StrongerWhat doesn't kill you makes you stronger.Not Stronger1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
He recalls the first time he heard that. It was from his grandfather. His stoic form of comfort and support when eight year old John broke his arm. His grandfather sat with him while the cast was being set and told him that the bone would grow back stronger. That he would be stronger. And it helped; John just looked forward to the day when his cast came of off and he would have a new and improved arm. Or something like that.
Through the years he often found himself thinking gratefully back to that day. Back to his grandfather and his lesson. The phrase always stuck with him. Helped him get through h
Sherlock's Shadowy Past - p1 John had a lot of things on his mind on January 13th. He had effectively been avoiding taxis after his first adventure with his new flat-mate Sherlock Holmes. Occasionally he rode in them when Sherlock was with him, mostly because he didn't want to look like a complete wimp, but on the whole John had avoided cabs for the last several months. But Sherlock didn't shop. For anything. Ever. So he had spent the better part of the morning riding the tube to various parts of London picking up an equally assorted array of groceries. He was currently carrying, among other things, formaldehyde, eggs, toothpaste, bullets and a vast quantity of milk. GoSherlock's Shadowy Past - p12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This