Tessa's DareTessa tiptoed quietly through the cemetery. The moon was out, but it didn't do a very good job of clearing away the mist that hung low over the cemetery. Tessa pushed her glasses back up the bridge of her nose, nervously. There were several trees planted around the tombstones, all looking like ghostly hands reaching for the sky and freedom. She walked past the tombstones, which were a ghastly white. They seemed to be floating in a sea of mist.
As Tessa walked by a particularly ugly tombstone with a gargoyle on top, she felt something grab her ponytail. Tessa screamed in fright and lunged forward, away from the grasping fingers. When she looked back, Tessa saw a few strands of her black hair hanging from a tree branch. She giggled at herself and walked to the crypts along the back wall of the cemetery. She was searching for a certain crypt, one that said McManlon on the door. She came to the first one and read the name. Harlon.
"That's not it," Tessa told herself and moved on. She conti
DancingTony was sitting in his workshop, working on a flaw in one of his gauntlet repulsors. It had a tendency to overload and lean towards exploding when used too much. Tony, however, loved his hands, needed them really, and didn't want that to happen. He was so involved in trying to fix the gauntlet that he had completely missed the fact that Steve had used his access code to get in and was currently sketching him.Dancing2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tony finally found the problem, a fierce grin on his face. With a deft twist of his hands, he repaired the gauntlet and sighed. Putting it down, he looked up and stretched, freezing when he saw Steve sitting across from him. A cool breeze on the few inches of skin left bared by his t-shirt caused Tony to lower his arms slowly, studying the other man. Was that a slight blush he could see on Steve's face?
"Capsicle," Tony greeted idly, nodding at the blonde man. "Whatcha doing down here?"
"I came down here to ask you a question," Steve said softly, the blush highlighting his cheeks
Theme Prompt - StripesTwo exhausted men limped their way up the stairs to 221B. They had just finished a wild chase through the streets of London and caught a murderer, though both had been harmed in the process. John was limping, his left ankle sprained from landing wrong after jumping a fence. Sherlock grimaced, his hand running across his back. He had tripped, tripped, and slammed into a metal fence. The bars had left stripes across his back, the bruising aching as his shirt brushed it.Theme Prompt - Stripes3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Let's not do that again for a while, Sherlock," John said, heading to the kitchen to make tea.
"I heartily concur," Sherlock groaned, easing his coat off. The lost weight was enough to calm the ache in his back and he sat down in his armchair. He forgot about the scarf and flipped through the paper. He took the cup of tea absently as John walked back in and handed it to him. The doctor groaned as he eased himself down into his own chair.
"Anything interesting in the news?" John asked sardonically. He knew most thi
Theme Prompt - Fairy TaleSherlock looked up in the middle of his speech about thermonuclear dynamics and how it related to the current case and realized John was no longer there. The doctor had left a note on the coffee table next to Sherlock and he picked it up in annoyance.Theme Prompt - Fairy Tale3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Went to get some milk. Sarah texted me so I'm going to be going on a date with her after. Try not to shoot the walls while I'm gone.
Rolling his eyes, Sherlock jumped up from the couch and grabbed his phone out of the pocket of his coat. Honestly, when was John going to realize that the dates were useless? He already had a full life here helping with the cases.
'Helping me,' Sherlock's active brain supplied treacherously. He shook his head and typed out a quick text to Lestrade, telling him the killer was actually the man's brother. He flopped back down on the couch, boredom already setting in. Usually, John was effulgent in his praise of Sherlock's deductions and the detective could preen a little bit under that ado
Answer the Question"Answer the question, John," Sherlock said softly, only a thread of his usual imperiousness in his voice. He wouldn't break down to beg, not now. Not for something this important. But his eyes pleaded with John, pleaded with him to answer him.Answer the Question3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I... I can't," John replied shakily. "I need some time. You kind of just sprang this on me." John backed up, surprise and shock on his face. He tried to ignore the flash of hurt that crossed Sherlock's face before the detective turned away from him.
"Take... what time you need," Sherlock said, his voice filled with hurt. John was saved from replying by an incoming text on Sherlock's phone.
Got a case for you. Really weird one. Want in? - GL
All right. Where? - SH
881 Trenton Road. Bring John, might need his help too.- GL
Very well. Be there in about 20 minutes. - SH.
Sherlock looked up at John and tried to smile at him. It felt wrong on his face somehow, like his muscles weren't working properly. John just stared at him, his teeth clenching.
No Conductor of LightJohn had finished packing and had set his bag by the door before turning to Sherlock. The detective was sulking in his black armchair, a hair away from yelling at the telly. John walked over, blocking Sherlock’s view. Cupping the other man’s jaw tenderly, John tilted his head up until their eyes met then smiled.No Conductor of Light2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Are you sure you don’t want to come with me?” John asked yet again. “It’s only a small conference. I’m sure you would find it interesting to talk with some of my colleagues.”
“Boring,” Sherlock replied, waving a hand at John. “Besides, I have work here to do. With my experiments, I probably won’t even notice you’re gone.”
John knew better than to take offense to that, considering how much Sherlock had sulked and pouted since he’d told the man he was going to be gone for a week. Their relationship was still young, both men finally admitting what they felt after both had nearly died o
Sick DaysJohn, how come you weren't in school today? This project is really important. We need to get a good grade on it. - SHSick Days3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sick, Sherlock. Got the flu. - JW
You can't be sick now. We're so close to graduating. - SH
Tell that to my immune system. Can we talk about this later? - JW
No. I'm coming over and we're going to work on our project. - SH
Sherlock, no. I feel like crap and I'm sleeping all the time. Plus you'll get sick. - JW
Sherlock? - JW
The arrogant boy didn't respond to John's text and he finally put the phone on his nightstand, not expecting a response now. He smiled sardonically and a small part of him hoped that Sherlock did get sick if he came over. Would serve him right. John laid back down and quickly fell into a dreamless sleep, his body unable to stay awake any longer.
Sherlock rode his bike quickly the half mile it took to get from his house to John's. He did really want to work on their project but the bigger part of him was worried about John. His friend didn't get sick
Angel SchoolCastiel was the smallest angel in school. He had always been, for as long as he could remember. When he was younger, he would always run to his older brother Gabriel, who would hug him and tell him he was ok. The other angels always taunted poor Castiel and tried to rip his feathers out. For Castiel had black wings and no one had ever seen that before.Angel School3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
On the first day in high school, Castiel stood next to his older brother Gabriel and looked fearfully up at the white brick building. Gabriel was a senior and graduating this year while Castiel was just entering school.
"Relax, little brother," Gabriel said softly. "Everything will be ok." He patted Castiel's back just above the base of his wings and Castiel was comforted by the touch. Gabriel had never made him feel like his wings were wrong. Never made him feel like he was wrong.
"I hope so," Castiel whispered back. The bell rang and he walked inside to face the angel who was going to be his teacher for the rest of the year.
When He SleepsSherlock detests sleep. Avoids it whenever possible. It's dull, pedestrian, unproductive and a waste of time. He only sleeps when it becomes absolutely necessary. When his body and mind are on the edge of collapse from over-exertion. Sleep was never a voluntary activity for him.When He Sleeps3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
At least that's how it used to be. Now he sleeps quite regularly. Even on cases.
But only in the back of a cab. This is because of a certain jumper-wearing doctor that shares the cabs with him. Because in the cabs he can pillow against the above-mentioned doctor and sleep quiet contently.
It started out by accident of course; this "pillowing arrangement." They'd been on a particularly brutal case for over a week; a string of child murders made to look like suicides. The killers knew what they were doing and were painstakingly thorough in covering their tracks. Even managed to feed them a few false leads. Not thorough enough to trump Sherlock though. It had taken 9 days and a 3 hour foot chase across London, but
Theme Prompt - Listen"Sherlock, listen," John said urgently, gently shaking the sleeping detective next to him. Sherlock groaned quietly and kept his eyes closed. He turned his head towards the door though, showing he'd heard John. Small scraping sounds were coming from the door. John scrambled out of the bed and moved to the door as quietly as he could.Theme Prompt - Listen3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Think it's Moriarty?" John asked.
"It is possible," Sherlock allowed. "But I would expect him to tell us he was coming in. And to taunt us with the fact that one of us was in the sights of his pet sniper."
"So probably not Moriarty then," John nodded, moving to the side of the door. If anyone came through, he was prepared to tackle the person and then get Sherlock and himself out of this room. They'd been here for almost three weeks now and the lack of any distractions was driving both of them crazy.
The scraping sounds stopped and Sherlock allowed his mind to wander. He'd been doing that more and more the longer they stayed here. Though, luckily, he was
Theme Prompt - AlgebraGot the place, boss. - GWTheme Prompt - Algebra2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Excellent! Are dear Sherlock and John home yet? - JM
Yes. Their cop friend brought them back and left a few minutes ago. - GW
Can you see John right now? - JM
Yes. He's asleep in his armchair. Easy shot if you want me to take it. - GW
Only if Sherlock can see and he's in no danger of getting hurt. - JM
I've done the math, boss. Sherlock can be just about anywhere in that flat and I won't hit him. Though he's asleep now. - GW
You know, I've never enjoyed math. Especially algebra. But wait until my dear wakes up. I want him to see his heart die. - JM
Whatever, boss. Will text you when it's done. - GW
Moriarty put his phone away and looked around the small but elegant flat he'd been using as a home base. It was tastefully appointed in creams and blues, colors that Moriarty found soothing. He also had some of his favorite pieces of art scattered around the place. It was the perfect place to bring Sherlock to finish the job of burning him.
"I'll see you soon, my lo
Theme Prompt - HorrorJohn scrubbed a hand over his face while he considered Sherlock's question. Everything about the past few hours was a jumble with a few sharp moments. He looked back up at Sherlock and noted the fear and relief on the detective's face. Did Sherlock actually care for him?Theme Prompt - Horror3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I remember getting a text from Sarah," John said. "But when I went to where we were going to meet, it was Moriarty. He hit me, knocked me out. The next thing I remember, vaguely, is hearing your voice and his and being tied to a chair. Then pain. And I could hear you telling me to stay. Not to leave you." He smiled as Sherlock actually blushed, a pale flush spreading across his cheekbone.
"I'm glad you're ok, John," Sherlock said quietly, still not moving into the room. "I'm sorry Moriarty used you to get to me. I really thought he was dead."
"It's ok, Sherlock," John said consolingly. "Everyone thought he was dead. And you don't have to stay at the door. You can come in and sit down." John gestured weakly at the chai
Theme Prompt - MultitaskingSherlock was good at multitasking. He could let his mind wander down multiple paths and come to conclusions at the end of each all at the same time. But no matter how good he was, how quick he could be, not even the great Sherlock Holmes could be in two places at once. He stared at the doors Moriarty had fled through and then down at John. Blood was spreading across the floor to him from the wounds in the doctor's chest. Sherlock's heart clenched and he made his decision.Theme Prompt - Multitasking3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock rushed to John's side, pulling his phone out of his pocket. After snapping off the wounds and the address to the voice on the other end, Sherlock dropped the phone. He pulled John's jumper off and used it to try to staunch the blood leaking from the bullet holes.
"John, stay with me," Sherlock murmured constantly, his hands soon stained red. "You can't leave me here, keep your eyes open." John's eyes were glazed over again in pain and he couldn't focus. He heard Sherlock's voice as if through a tunnel and it
What is today?John sat surfing the internet on his laptop. He had just finished blogging about their most recent case and was mindlessly sifting through news articles. His eyes sharpened as one article caught his attention and John smiled. He clicked it open and read through the social interest piece. John's smile grew wider as he finished the story and his mind plotted ways of introducing his flatmate to the holiday described.What is today?3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"National Kissing Day, huh?" John said meditatively. "Maybe this will distract him from the lack of cases." John closed out of the browser and shut his laptop down. He placed it on the coffee table and ran a hand through his hair. What would be the most interesting way to introduce Sherlock to the day?
John stood from the couch and paced the flat, trying to make as little noise as possible. Sherlock was doing some sort of experiment in his room and had the door locked. He had tried to ignore the strange noises coming from the detective's bedroom by going on his laptop. A thou
Theme Prompt - Kill Me With A KissFor the life of him, John couldn’t quite understand how they’d gotten to this point. Not that he was complaining, mind you, not at all. But this was a shock and a pleasure all rolled into one. Something he’d not let himself want. Something he believed Sherlock would never want. But that’s getting ahead of the story.Theme Prompt - Kill Me With A Kiss2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It started off as a normal day in 221B. John was updating his blog with their most recent case, something to do with a woman who’d been killed by a snake. It turned out she’d been murdered by her stepfather. Sherlock was alternately pacing around the room, frustrated that he’d solved the case and had no new one yet, and playing his violin. Every step to the side of the room with the couch had him stepping over John’s legs, which were propped up on the coffee table.
“You should eat something,” John said for the fifth time that morning. He’d stopped trying to get the detective to eat during cases unless he went
Theme Prompt - Broken PiecesJohn swung his legs over the edge of the bed and tried to stand. He pitched forward and would have landed flat on his face if Greg had not rushed up to catch him. The DI turned and pushed John back on the bed, the doctor unable to muster the strength to stop him.Theme Prompt - Broken Pieces3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"John, you aren't in any shape to go chasing after Moriarty," Greg said, pushing the call button to get a nurse in the room. "If you can't fight me putting you back on the bed, you won't be able to help Sherlock. I'll get him back."
"I need to come with you," John growls. "If you don't take me with, I'll just follow behind you, wounds be damned." A nurse came in, tsking at the disconnected leads. She walked over and gently pushed Greg out of the way, starting to reattach them all. John continued to glare at Greg until the DI sighed. He knew that John would follow up on his threat/promise.
"All right," he said, raising his hands in defeat. "But you stay in the car. You've been shot already, you don't need it again." John
Theme Prompt - LaughThe mocking laughter from Moriarty ended in a quiet click as the speaker shut off. John and Sherlock stared at each in the sudden silence, fear and worry dancing in both of their eyes. John was the first one to break the look, swivelling his head to take in the rest of the room.Theme Prompt - Laugh3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I'm guessing you already explored the room minutely?" John asked, turning back to Sherlock. The detective nodded and sighed.
"There are three bolts on the door. I could pick them if I had something to do it with. However, I have no tools or even a bobby pin," Sherlock said, glaring at the door as if it was its fault.
"We'll figure something out," John said soothingly, laying a hand on Sherlock's arm. "My mouth is really dry right now though. Have you checked that water? Is it safe?"
"Not yet," Sherlock said dismissively. "But knowing Moriarty, probably not." They sat in silence for a few more moments, the only contact between them John's hand on Sherlock's arm. John thought furiously, trying to remember
Trick or TreatIt was a week before Halloween and 5-year-old John Watson was trying to convince his best friend to go trick-or-treating with him. John was planning on dressing as a vampire, plastic fangs, slicked back hair, black cape and all. He didn't know what his friend, Sherlock Holmes, would want to go as, but surely he would dress as something.Trick or Treat3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Come on, Sher," John coaxed, staring at Sherlock during lunch. Their desks were next to each other, so they talked a lot. "You'll have fun. You can dress up as someone else and run around getting candy."
"Sounds boring," Sherlock commented, eating his sandwich. "Why do I want to be someone else?"
"Do it for the candy," John said, emphasizing the candy. It was his favorite part of Halloween. His older sister Harry took him around the neighborhood every year. Sherlock rolled his shoulders and stared at John.
"I can get candy from Mycroft," Sherlock argued. "Why do we have to choose?"
"Choose? What do you mean?" John asked, sucking on the straw in
Theme Prompt - TenderResting comfortably high up in the rafters, Moriarty watched as Greg Lestrade rescued John and Sherlock. He had to hold his hand over his mouth to silence the giggles that kept threatening to escape. It wouldn't do for them to discover him up here. To find out that he was the architect of their "rescue". It was so simple.Theme Prompt - Tender3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Give enough time for John's phone to die so that it could no longer be traced and he could shut down the device that kept the signal bouncing around. Then wait while Lestrade grew ever more frantic and sleep-deprived. When the DI was ready to grasp at any hope, any possible tidbit of information that came his way, call in an anonymous tip. Just the address so that the call couldn't be traced. Then just sit back and wait until the show started.
It only took about 20 minutes for Lestrade to show up. Moriarty was rather surprised and impressed that the man had come alone. Though he supposed the DI didn't want to scramble a massive team if the lead turned out to be nothin
The Blind DateHarry Watson rolled her eyes and grinned as she read the most recent entry in John's blog. She barely cared about the case itself but ever since she'd read the first entry about Sherlock Holmes, she'd been curious about how her brother described the man. He seemed to almost have a schoolgirl-type crush on Sherlock, which Harry pointed out in a comment with glee. Further entries showed how John was slowly falling for the arrogant detective, though every hint Harry left was resolutely ignored.The Blind Date3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The ringing of her phone startled Harry out of her contemplation of John's sadly lacking love life. She didn't recognize the number on the display so ignored it until the phone stopped ringing. The caller didn't leave a voicemail, so she looked back to her computer screen. A few seconds later, her phone rang again with the same number.
"Hello?" Harry asked, irritation in her voice as she answered the phone.
"Harriet Watson?" a cultured voice said on the other end.
"Yes, that's me. Who are you and w
MasqueradeAfter a while, Tony managed to get himself moving again and back to work. Though, to be honest, it was just fiddling with electronics at his desk while his brain replayed the dance and the, well kiss, over and over again. He'd never seen an inkling that Steve might have feelings for him and he'd hidden his teenage crush and growing attraction. Why bother the man when they were just starting to become friends?Masquerade2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"JARVIS, where is Steve now?" Tony asked suddenly, looking up from the computer pad he was tapping.
"He is in his bedroom looking through his final selections for his costume tonight," the AI replied smoothly, if a touch smugly. "Would you like me to have him come back?"
"No, no," Tony said hastily. "Let him stay there. I'm sure he's having a hard time choosing what to go as tonight."
"He has," JARVIS confirmed. "He's been asking me for advice. I told him to dress as the Beast from Beauty and the Beast. The outfit from the ballroom scene."
"Who decided Disney was a good idea for a
Theme Prompt - JudgeSherlock was tied to the bed again, sitting mostly naked and staring at his haggard face in the mirror. That horrible music was playing again, some sort of elevator-music classical pieces. He studied the slices in his skin, noting they were ragged and raw as if they'd never been treated. Some were even still bleeding lazily like they'd just been made a short time ago.Theme Prompt - Judge3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The song ended and changed into one he recognized, The Four Seasons by Vivaldi. This was one of the few songs John asked him to play when the nightmares kept him from sleeping. He smiled slightly at the memory, the corners of his mouth pulling painfully. Moriarty had sliced into Sherlock's lips and he could still taste the copper tang of his own blood.
"Sherlock, love, how are we feeling?" John's voice came from the other room. Sherlock twisted his head to the doorway, hearing approaching footsteps. He groaned hopefully at John, his lips too painful to speak. But when the doctor picked up a box cutter, Sherlock felt hi
Benedict Who?Hey, Greg, you busy? - JWBenedict Who?3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Nope. Just finished a case. What's up, John? - GL
Kinda hoping for some company. Been a hard day. - JW
I understand. 8 month anniversary today, isn't it? - GL
... Yeah. So if you wouldn't mind coming over? - JW
Sure. I'm over at Molly's. Give me 20 minutes? - GL
See you then. - JW
A polite knock on the door about half an hour later had John limping to the door to open it. Greg Lestrade walked in, a small smile on his face. John closed the door and led the way to the armchairs in the center of the room. John took Sherlock's old chair while Greg settled into John's usual chair.
"So," Greg started quietly, staring at John. "How you holding up?"
"Been better," John said sadly. "Been worse. It just kind of hit me all at once today, you know?" Greg nodded, sending John a compassionate glance.
"What do you want to do?" Greg asked curiously. "Trade stories, sit in silence, watch telly?" John huffed out a strained laugh and ran a hand through his hair.
"I don't think I
Theme Prompt - SolitudeSherlock had always been able to do solitude well. He'd had to learn to, to cope with how others treated him. Sherlock had locked his heart away, safe from the taunts of other children. Safe from the confusion and fear in adult faces.Theme Prompt - Solitude3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
When he became an adult, Sherlock hid behind the words "high-functioning sociopath". The person who was closest to him for the longest time, DI Greg Lestrade, believed that. Believed Sherlock had no heart, no emotions, so when he was rebuffed the first few times he tried to be a friend, Greg backed off. He treated Sherlock paternally businesslike because that's as far as the arrogant detective let him in. So Sherlock lived alone and believed alone was better. Until the day he met John Watson and the stalwart, ex-army doctor saved his life.
But none of these thoughts were going through Sherlock's head as the tranquilizers wore off and he woke up. The first thoughts he had, when he could focus, were the floor is cold, something was lying uncomfortably under
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