I'm Scared"John" Sherlock whispered, locking his fingers between John's.
"Yes?" John replied, his tone empty and solid, resting his head on his partner's shoulder.
"I...I'm scared" Sherlock wheezed, his breathing heavy, his chest shuddering as he exhaled.
John's eyes closed from hearing the pain in Sherlock's voice, Sherlock stared pitifully at the large quantity of pills and injections that sat before him.
John's grip increased on Sherlock's hand, sending shivers up the mans bruised arms.
"I never thought..." Sherlock started, streams of tears rolled down his pale cheeks, "I never thought that I would be scared of..." his voice quieting.
"Of Dying?" John finished, he trembled, letting go of Sherlock and covering his face, crying out in frustration.
"Please Sherlock, will you be strong for me?" John Begged, "Your life is not over yet and I will be with you until it is, and when it comes to that day I will be there to hold your hand and tell you I love you, okay?"
Sherlock shook, his face w
Tipsy (JohnLock)John firmed up Sherlocks striking body, as they made up their way from the pub back to 221b Baker Street. Johns body was used to alcohol, since he had something like a social life, but Sherlocks body refused to handle the amount of alcohol, that everybody else would put away easily. Sherlock liked his mind clear and distinct, so this evening and some drinks made him fade away more and more. But nevertheless, both of them where more than tipsy at all.Tipsy (JohnLock)1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Maybe the cabs would have brought them home quickly, but Johns blurred brain became some kind of curious, so he directed Sherlocks nearly will-less body to walk with his own wavering one, instead of hailing a taxi to bring them home within minutes. John preferred to walk home, wangling a few precious minutes alone.
As they reeled along a dark, unlighted alley, John took together all of his courage, and stopped his steps, forcing Sherlock to stop, too.
“Sherlock?”, he prattled, unaware of what he would like to go on with his sen
A Rather Sick Detective. John noticed it right away. He spent countless hours with the world's only consulting detective. So even the littlest difference in Sherlock's behavior was noticed. Sherlock's nose normally a lovely shade of creamy white was tinged pink. And he was wheezing a bit. John came up with his own deduction that Sherlock must have caught a cold. Being out in this rainy London weather he's surprised he hadn't caught one himself.A Rather Sick Detective.1 year ago in Romance More Like This
"Sherlock? Are you feeling alright?" John asked. True concern in the tone of his voice.
"Busy, John." He replied as they walked back over to the area where the murder they were currently investigating happened to have taken place.
It didn't take Sherlock much longer to call in and report the woman's to Lestrade. It was the man who ran the barber shop over on Woodland. Bit unnerving really for John. That's where he always got his hair trimmed. But nevertheless, soon Sherlock and
DemonsJohn stumbled into the bathroom around midnight, the effects of the hallucinogen in his system combining with the adrenaline of the night to make him a bit shaky… and have to pee a lot. As he struggled with his pajama bottoms, he couldn’t help but laugh a little at the ridiculous idea that Sherlock had tried to drug him using sugar. It was silly, and wrong. He wasn’t going to let the know-it-all forget about it very easily. He looked to the door on the left as a small ‘thump’ sounded in the room next to him. Sherlock must be up and doing something to the poor hotel room that the staff will have to clean up the next day. Rolling his eyes, he flushed the toilet and side stepped to the sink, turning on the water and scrubbing his hands. As he rubbed them on the soft hotel towel, a red pill bottle on the edge of the sink, the name ‘Sherlock Holmes’ on the label, caught his eye. He’d never seen it before. He shared a bathroom with Sherlock baDemons1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock: Stay With Me“SHERLOCK!”Sherlock: Stay With Me1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sherlock whirled just in time to see someone plunge a knife into his stomach. Sherlock froze and looked down at the bloodied dagger that was embedded into his abdomen. The attacker twisted the blade and Sherlock cried out.
“Got ya.” His attacker grinned but Sherlock - despite blood filling his mouth- managed to spit out
“I think I might have you.” he smiled as there was a click of a gun and looked at John who held the attacker to gun point.
“Bad Move.” John snarled. Sherlock’s attacker yanked the knife out of Sherlock and whirled to John, who –without hesitation- pulled the trigger. The man fell to the floor. “And stay down you bastard.” John heard Sherlock slump to the floor and groan
“Sherlock!” he yelled and rushed to his friend’s side “Are you alright?”
“’M not doin’ to well…” Sherlock slurred, his deep baritone voice was now weak and stra
Checkmate (JohnLock)„Check!“, Sherlock announced, as he moved his knight on a black field and threatened Johns white king.Checkmate (JohnLock)1 year ago in Romance More Like This
John considered every possible move before he saved his main figure out of the endangered area.
With a smirk and without any hesitation, Sherlock moved his rook along the chessboard.
“Checkmate!”, he determined satisfied.
John sighed, and with a careless and capitulating move he knocked over his white king. The wooden figure rolled over several times, before it came up to rest on the chessboard.
“Congratulation, Sherlock”, John complimented genuine, “you have beaten me… again.”
Sherlock kept a straight face – to win a logical based game like chess was nothing to become cheered for.
“Let’s play for a return”, John persisted, and started to set up the chess pieces in their order, “but this time I will try to play… different.”
Sherlock raised an eyebrow.
“Different?”, he asked, &
Thank You“John?” Sally Donovan said over the small laughter in the precinct. The Yard was in good spirits after a particularly hard and dangerous case had been solved, and jokes and celebrations were being shared by all.Thank You1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Yeah?” John turned from the red head that was trying to flirt with him.
“We’re all going down to the pub to celebrate. You in?”
“Uh, yeah, sure. Sherlock, do you--”
“Wait,” Donovan cut him off, “You think we’d let Freak come? No, the invitation is just for you.”
John stiffened and pulled his arm away form the red head, striding quickly to stand next to Sherlock. “Then I decline. Our show’s on tonight, anyway.”
Sherlock gave him a look. “I don’t watch TV. If you want to go, you may, John. I can just go home and check on the eyeball experiment in the shower.” Sherlock turned to leave.
Donovan scoffed. “See? Imagine that drunk. Bye, Freak.”
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.”Ghost2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
John blinked a few times, looking around. "Sherlock... I thought..."
"That I was dead?" Sherlock still didn't look over, but he could sense John's head nod. "Well, I am. And, unfortunately, so are you."
The silence stretched out as John absorbed the information. "I thought so."
Sherlock's violin began to play again, but much softer this time. "Do you remember anything?"
John thought, his brain still filled with fog, and his confusion still clearing.
The Unexpected Arrival 2 (Parent!Lock)"Ser.. Ser..."The Unexpected Arrival 2 (Parent!Lock)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"No," Sherlock smiled warmly at the child in his arms, "Sh. Sher. Sherlock."
Footsteps up the stairs, "I'm home!"
Sherlock rolled his eyes, "Oh so you can say his name and not mine?" John laughed as he stretched out his arms to take Hamish from Sherlock. The three-and-a-half year old wrapped his arms around John's neck and nuzzled his face into his shoulder.
"Ah," John sucked air between his teeth, "Mind the bullet wound Hamish!" The child looked up at John, his eyes wide in apology. John laughed and pulled Hamish in to kiss his forehead. The boy had grown a lot since he first arrived at 221B over half a year ago. His short hair had grown into a black curly mop, much to Sherlock's delight. He'd also inherited his mother's brilliant blue eyes that she was known for having, though the left had a segment of brown, due to sectoral heterochromia. John thought this was adorable, which is also what he thought of Hamish wearing patterned novelty jumpers.
The ball *Johnlock*I did this on Omegle with a stranger and I think it's perfect.The ball *Johnlock*2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Stranger: Your brother had me abducted again. JW
You: What for this time? -SH
Stranger: Well hold onto your deerstalker, because this one's a doozy. JW
Stranger: He asked me for a date. JW
You: He what?! And what did you say? -SH
Stranger: Yeah, he said he had some sort of ball coming up that required him to bring a date. JW
Stranger: Apparently I fit the bill. JW
You: And you're going with him? -SH
Stranger: I didn't know what to make of it. I pointed out that a date generally suggested romantic attachment. You know what he said? JW
Safe and Sound Another typical day, that it was. Sherlock Holmes and Dr John Watson sat in their flat, John sipping coffee and Sherlock typing away on the laptop he’d taken from John. It was nearly twelve o’clock in the afternoon now, and their surroundings had been rather quiet, save for the sound of Sherlock’s occasional mumbling of what he was thinking and Mrs Hudson’s brief stop-in to dust off a few things. Few words were exchanged between the trio before Mrs Hudson left and Sherlock and John were left alone once again. As time slowly dragged on, Sherlock’s actions were startling, causing John to jump as a reaction and nearly spill his coffee. Sherlock had slammed the laptop shut, clapped his hands together and unnecessarily loudly said, “Right then!”Safe and Sound1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Frowning, John set his cup of coffee down to avoid the risk of actually spilling it before he looked up at Sherlock, who had gotten up from his seat and was pacing back and forth a
BrokenAm I broken? I feel empty, does that count as being broken?Broken1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Every time a new nurse walked in he could help himself but look her over, see things he shouldn't see.
It was some thing he does. Did.
The first was tall and in her late forties, she had blond hair that she kept on scratching at, an irritation from the hair die, he knew, she's probably allergic. She put a hand on his shoulder, she had the beginning of arthritis he absently thought, and she smoked when she was younger.
He couldn’t help himself, being around him did it.
The second was younger, and had light brown hair, she was new to the job, she didn’t have the same confidence when she walked as the first. When she handed him the glass he noticed the way her hand shook a little. She was afraid of him. He realised why when she saw the bruises, previously hidden under her long shirt, peeking out. An abusive boyfriend or husband perhaps? When she turned away he saw the hand shaped bruises around her neck.
Get off my sheet (JohnLock)Wrapped in his sheet, but nonetheless – or maybe therefore – looking farcical nifty, Sherlock stood there in the Buckingham Palace, the very heart of the British nation. There was not a scrap of discomfort spreading out from his almost divine appearance, as he stood in front of Mycroft with a superior posture and something like a proud expression on his otherwise motionless face.Get off my sheet (JohnLock)1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sherlock looked scornfully down on his elder brother.
„Mycroft, I don’t do anonymous clients, I’m used to a mystery at one end of my cases, both ends is too much work. Good morning.”
With these words he nodded regarding to his hardly visible enraging brother and his colleague, turned around in an exalted movement and started to walk away, leaving the speechless John, the gnashing Mycroft and his insignificant colleague behind his back.
Forcefully Mycroft stepped on Sherlock’s trailing sheet, and before John could act, his paralyzed body winced first, and refused to obe
The Unexpected Arrival 3 (Parent!Lock)"You can't bring Hamish in here!" Lestrade strode over to John, Sherlock and Hamish, "I'm breaking all the rules letting you both in here! This is a crime scene, not a playground."The Unexpected Arrival 3 (Parent!Lock)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Uh, shall we wait outside?" John asked nervously, hugging Hamish closer to him instinctively.
"No no no, that shan't be necessary." Sherlock waved his hand in dismissal as he held the tape up for John to duck under.
"Sherlock, I can't let you take the child inside!"
"Either you let my son in, or we don't come in at all."
"Sherlock!" Lestrade protested, crossing his arms, however still allowing the three boys to enter. "Three minutes!" He called after them.
"Right, Hamish." Sherlock reached over and took the child from John's arms, "Tell us what you see." The body lay on the pavement, the man's white t-shirt saturated in blood. His face was peaceful, he almost looked asleep if it weren't for the stab wound in his chest.
"John," Hamish pointed to the man, "John, put... put plaster on it." Th
The Unexpected Arrival 19 (Parent!Lock)The four residents of Baker Street sat around the Watson-Holmes kitchen table, eating pancakes from plates placed between burettes and test tubes. "This is nice," Mrs. Hudson smiled, "It's like we're a family!" Sherlock rolled his eyes.The Unexpected Arrival 19 (Parent!Lock)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Can I have so-"
"-May I," Sherlock interrupted to correct his son, "Continue Hamish."
"May I have some more sugar?"
"Sure." John replied, but as little Hamish leaned over to take it, he knocked a flask of green liquid onto the table, spilling the contents and ruining some documents that the flask fell on.
"HAMISH!" Sherlock shouted, "That was an experiment. I'm going to have to start that from scratch." Hamish didn't reply, couldn't reply. His eyes that remained fixed on the detective started to fill with tears. Suddenly, the child pushed his chair away from the table, hopped down and left the room.
"Go and apologise," Hissed John across the table.
"That wasn't kind, he didn't mean to."
"That was fine, he's fine."
bedtime- Fanfiction for Fan Art"And so he's done it again, saving London from certain danger and managing to insult not only most of Scotland Yard and his brother but also a few foreign ambassadors in the process. But however much it may annoy people to admit, we really would be in a lot of trouble if it wasn't for the world's only consulting detective. If only he could just stop filling the utensils drawer with fingers and toes."bedtime- Fanfiction for Fan Art3 years ago in Romance More Like This
I typed the last sentence and yawned. The late night blogging was really starting to get to me. We'd been so busy with cases that I was awake until the early hours every night trying to keep the blog up to date. Rubbing my eyes, I rested my head on my hand. Now I just had to find a cheap replacement for the latest of Sherlock's kitchen appliance casualties and I could finally go to bed.
Suddenly I heard familiar footsteps behind me. There was a hand on my shoulder, sliding gently into the middle of my back. I glanced up and saw Sherlock looking down at me. His brow was furrowed with a look
The Unexpected Arrival 7 (Parent!Lock)"I'm going to go pick up Hamish," John announced to his flatmate, who didn't reply. This wasn't unusual- he probably wouldn't notice John had left until he came back. Hamish had been going to school for two weeks now and he was loving it. The first time he received a gold sticker on his work, the three boys went out to celebrate at the Italian restaurant on Northumberland Street. Of course everything was on the house, and they even provided balloons for the special occasion. "I'll be back in ten minutes." Called John as he shrugged on his coat and walked down the stairs.The Unexpected Arrival 7 (Parent!Lock)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sherlock stared down a microscope that he'd 'borrowed' from St. Bart's. Time flew as he zoomed in and out of the sample of a deceased man's fingernail, noting down anything out of the ordinary. His phone buzzed. "A text," Sherlock muttered, "John?" He called, "John will you check my phone?" No reply. Sherlock rolled his eyes as he picked up the device.
MESSAGE RECEIVED: UNKNOWN NUMBER
I have a little something you migh
The Unexpected Arrival 13 (Parent!Lock)"Angela gave us a box of his old possessions. Wouldn't hurt to rummage through." Lestrade dumped a large cardboard box of photos and children's toys and clothes onto his desk.The Unexpected Arrival 13 (Parent!Lock)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"How old was he when his parents died?" John asked, picking up a wallet of pictures
"Do you know how-" John leafed through the photos of the deceased as a toddler until he came across one that had been cut in half, "Wait, Lestrade come and look at this." The picture showed a woman in her mid to late twenties holding a baby that they knew was the deceased. The other half of the picture had been cut off, as if there was something that they didn't want anyone to see.
"I'll call Angela," Lestrade said, reaching for his phone, "Ask her if she knows what was in the rest of the picture." John put down the photos and pulled out some children's clothes. He felt fear and nausea rise as he was reminded of his own toddler. Until now he had managed to blank out those feelings but he could sense himself losing his cool.
Sleep well, JohnJohn roused up in his bed, out of breath, struggled the sweat-soaked sheet off of his shaking body and his wide opened eyes tried to face the terror, that his mind has shown him in his nightmare. After a split second, the strain left his body, remaining nothing but the feeling of helplessness and loss.Sleep well, John1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
John picked himself up on the matress and sobbed heavily, but silent. Agitatedly he lifted his shaking hand, wiped his face and rested his thumb and index finger in the corners of his closed eyes. One more deep and heavy sob. Johns skin was wet. He was not sure, if the cold beads of sweat, born from his nightmares, were the only reason for his moisted skin. A single salty pearl dripped from his closed eye in free fall on the middle of his cheek and trickled slowly down to his trembling chin, where it remained a few seconds, before it fell on the mess he made out of his bed sheet.
Calm down, soldier.
John opened his eyes again, straightened his look, took a few deep breathes and fo
Go the F*** to Sleep"I don't like it, John."Go the F*** to Sleep1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Shut up, Sherlock."
"No, Sherlock, shut up. This is good for you. Now just try to relax."
Sherlock shifted uncomfortably once. Then started kicking furiously and rolling and twisting and trying to get away.
John rolled his eyes into his pillow. "What are you doing now?"
"I feel constricted, John! The walls are closing in!"
"Sherlock, you're not claustrophobic. You are acting like a hypochondriac today, though. Now, relax. If you just try to sleep, it'll come eventually."
Sherlock twisted himself into a sitting position. "How do people even sleep in these things? I can't move my arms!"
"That's only because I zipped you up all the way and it's a narrow sleeping bag. Maybe next time you won't poke me while I'm trying to sleep."
"I feel like a cacooned marshmallow."
"Why a marshmallow?"
"It's too damn fluffy!" Sherlock began bouncing and shifting inside the sleeping bag again. "And I'm only acting like a hypochondriac because nature is proven dangerou
Beach SexJohn never thought of beach sex as pleasant. The idea always seemed so…uncomfortable. Because how was getting sand wedged everywhere–and he meant that quite literally– sensual and romantic? How was that worth pursuing?Beach Sex3 years ago in Romance More Like This
But Sherlock was incredibly curious when it came to sex. Having no previous experience (and being the thorough man that he naturally was) he was determined to try anything and everything he could come up with. His energy knew no bounds. And so that day at dinner he had asked John if they could go to Kent and try the previously mentioned "coitus on the beach," as he had phrased it. John had dropped his fork in surprise and turned red with embarrassment. He then muttered something about sand, and stuffed a forkful of carrots in his mouth so that he didn't have to answer. Sherlock had been slightly disappointed at the answer, as John had never denied him any of his sexual demands before, and so he told John that if he would be willing to sleep on it and t
Happy Valentine's High (JohnLock)John just came back from emptying the letterbox and flashed an incredulous glance to Sherlock.Happy Valentine's High (JohnLock)1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Believe me or nor, but you actually got Valentine’s mail” he said in major disbelief and handed Sherlock a small, but carefully boxed package.
“And for me... there are just bills and the regular stuff”, he finished disappointed, and didn’t even give trouble to open the letters before he threw them carelessly on the table.
“Valentine’s mail. For me“, Sherlock asserted even more disbelieving than John, while he read the little label “for Sherlock”, and ripped the wrapping off. A box of pralines appeared beneath. Sherlock opened the box and inspected the content.
“Oh. Very nice”, Sherlock said extremely dry, “John, do you like pralines?”
“But they are for you!”, John contradicted.
“Do I look as if I care?”, Sherlock answered without even looking up, and he held the box towards his b
It's OKSherlock had to admit: life was better now that John was in his. Sure, he still had that... feeling, but with John around, he didn’t think about it as much. One could even say it left for a while when John was by his side. No, when John was busy simply being an ordinary human, Sherlock almost forgot the feeling that something about his was life was very, very wrong.It's OK1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
John was perfectly content to distract Sherlock when his own genius betrayed him, and the boredom set in. The detective got especially irritable when he was bored, when there was nothing to stimulate his brain and drown out the noises and the feeling and the sense of hopelessness he felt he had no reason to feel. But nothing kept him at bay when he was alone. Sometimes, at night or when John was out, he could hear the noises more clearly. Faint beeps keeping a steady rhythm, sounding as if it were in the room, and miles away at the same time. Occasionally, he would hear his own name, as if from a great distance, and h
BBC Sherlock: Something to talk aboutSix o'clock in the morning, Saturday. A call from Lestrade. Yes, a case, come to Scotland Yard at once.BBC Sherlock: Something to talk about2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Sherlock hung up with excitement, John just groaned plaintively. Friday was hellish at the hospital and he definitely could use some rest. Watson was determined to sleep through the whole morning, no matter what. Sherlock didn't waste any time, though. He sprang out of the bed, already wide awake, and delved into his wardrobe, preparing clothes for today.
"Come on, John! Don't dawdle! The adventure awaits!" Sherlock urged him in an upbeat tone.
John covered his head with a duvet, mumbling something incoherently about the place where Sherlock could put this adventure right now and how deep. The detective rolled his eyes.
"John, you are perfectly aware that I won't back off. You're coming with me whether you like it or not," he said adamantly, folding his arms across his chest. "After all, I'm completely lost without my blogger..." He added in a kinder voice, shamelessly butter
The Unexpected Arrival 50 (Parent!Lock) FINAL ONEJohn ran through the door to 221B, carrying Hamish, and stopped abruptly when he saw Mrs. Hudson in the hall. "Is everything okay now, did Sherlock sort it all out?" She asked. The penny suddenly dropped. This was a deterrent. Hamish realised too as he tugged on John's jumper,The Unexpected Arrival 50 (Parent!Lock) FINAL ONE2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Sherlock!" he screeched. John span round and ran to the taxi before it pulled away,
"Stop! Police!" He shouted, opening the door, "Sort of." When the pair arrived at St. Bart's, John's phone started ringing. "Sherlock! are you okay?"
"Turn around and walk back the way you came."
"No, I'm coming in."
"Just. Do as I ask. Please."
"Stop there." Sherlock's voice started to shake.
"-Okay, look up. I'm on the rooftop."
"I— I can't come down so we'll just have to do it like this."
"What's going on?"
"An apology." Tears ran down Sherlock's face, "It's all true."
"Everything they said about me. I invented Moriarty."
"Why are you saying this? Sherlock—"
"-The newspapers w