Hydrochloric Coffee - 1Hydrochloric Coffee - 14 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
John Watson gave a low sigh, running a hand up through his short army-cut hair, as the passing torrent of rain continued ceaselessly before him, offering no chance of let up. He was anxious to return home, having been away for the night, and left Sherlock to his own devices which really wasn't a good idea. Of course the man was a brilliant master-mind, a narcissistic genius in-fact, but he often neglected to think about the important things. Such as eating, drinking, sleeping oh and breathing, as that was fairly important too, no matter how boring Sherlock may have claimed it to be.
When the Doctor had last left his friend, Holmes had been lunging frantically around the apartment in a fit of zeal, blabbering triumphantly to himself in what appeared to be an interesting merge of French, English and Latin. He'd been up on a thirty-six hour stint without food, or sleep for that matter, and had been high as a kite on his own adrenalin and nicotine. Watson had managed to negotia
Hydrochloric Coffee - 2Holmes looked agitated. It was the only way to describe it. He paced ceaselessly from one side of the room to the other with long strides, brow lowered and teeth set into his bottom lip. Lestrade and Watson watched him curiously as the genius' eyes darted across the room tirelessly, appearing almost bloodshot as they glowered hard at the walls.Hydrochloric Coffee - 24 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The entire thing had begun almost the moment that Sally and Anderson had left the room where, without warning, Holmes had sprung from his slumped and contented position at the counter and began to search the room accusingly.
"Sherlock," Watson finally began, "What's wrong?"
"I'm looking for something." Was the curt response. "Something that should be here."
"What's that?" Lestrade questioned and Holmes stopped, looking across to them with a suddenly vacant expression.
"I'm not sure." He finally murmured, "I thought I heard something Oh. Where's my violin let go of that." He hissed to his vacant chair where his violin sat waiting. Rap
Hydrochloric Coffee - 3The clock struck twelve as Watson shifted, blinking open his weary eyes as a stiff pain shot through him, making him give a stifled groan and sit a little straighter, grinding his teeth. He'd dozed off.Hydrochloric Coffee - 34 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Looking around uncomfortably he was greeted with the eerie sight of Yorik watching him with his usual empty expression for the table
'Well of course it's an empty expression he's a skull!'
-John grumbled internally, before glanced over his other shoulder to behold the sight of Holmes who had slumped and was leaning against him, mouth parted and slack jawed in sleep. The earlier events of the evening suddenly jumped to the front of his memory and he blinked, startled. God, that had to have been the most peculiar evening he'd ever had. A sudden recollection of Holmes' words floated the top of his subconscious and he smiled faintly, still a little confused, but warmed by the man's words. Looking back over toward the Detective he noted that he was still in a deep sleep. Wow -