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Sherlock: The Drunken Truth.
Chapter One: Bored Again
Sherlock screamed at the top of his lungs, I barely looked up at him from my laptop screen. I was still angry with him from yesterday when he decide to call me at three in the morning and tell me he was kidnaped and dying, causing me to wake up frantic to get to him and realize he just wanted to use my phone. He honest to god just wanted to use my phone to send a text and me that he knew I would have ever had come if he just asked to us my phone.
"John, I'm bored," He says and I continue to type at the keys, "What are you doing?" Sherlock raises his voice walking over to me.
"Blogging Sherlock, I'm a blogger that is what I do." Sherlock peers over my shoulder, "No, the car was green John." Sherlock reaches over slapping my hands away so he could backspace the switch my words with his.
"Right, then why don't you just write the bloody thing?" I say and look over my shoulder at him, we were close really close anymore and I wou
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Sherlock: Is It Not Obvious?
"Mycroft," Sherlock sneered at the same time John said, "Lestrade,"
Both men looked to each other for a second then Sherlock cleared his throat and muttered "Right," before closing his laptop and climbing out of John's bed.
"Sherlock?" John said the other man's name like a question, Sherlock didn't stop or turn back at he said, "I'll be downstairs," And he left John's room. John felt his stomach clench and all he wanted to do was run after Sherlock, just go to him and kiss him again or maybe toss himself onto Sherlock's back so he couldn't leave, something was better than just letting him leave the room.
John sighed deeply before turning his attention back to his phone and Lestrade's text.
Morning, do you want to have breakfast together? I have sometime before work. GL
John heard his stomach grumble and cursed it for betraying him. He clicked his phone off then rolled onto his stomach to bury his face in his pillow suppressing the urge to scre
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Sherlock: Sick and Tired.
Chapter Two: John can take care of me.
I woke early with Sherlock holding on to me, his hand on my chest and his leg pinning mine down. I grinned feeling his soft hair on my neck; I took a moment to touch it with my fingers. I then slip myself from him slowly so not to wake him right away right now I wanted to get things ready before he woke. I walk downstairs to the kitchen where I set the kettle on for tea then search the cabinets for sugar, I find just enough for this morning. I would need to go out for shopping later when Sherlock was as comfortable as he could be with a sore throat.
The kettle boils and I take it away from the fire to poor into the tea pot. I wondered when the line between caretaker and friends blurred. I didn't mind doing things for Sherlock, most of the time I am just happy to do constructive things since Sherlock was far from boring. It made me feel better most times to make tea for Sherlock or make sure his health was good, make sure
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Sherlock: Sick and Tired.
Chapter One: Sleeping next to you.
"John?" A rough voice called my name from my door, half asleep I roll over to see Sherlock watching me. His thin frame covered by a white sheet.
"What is it Sherlock?" I asked fighting the urge to close my eyes and fall back into a deep sleep.
"I wanted to ask you," He swallows a bit wincing at the pain he must have felt in his throat; I could tell he was sick. He looked paler than normal, his hair a mess and his face a bit flushed at the cheeks.
"If it would be alright if I stayed in your bed to night." I wasn't expecting that. Maybe for him to ask me for tea or to check to see what he had since I was a doctor, anything but him asking to come in bed with me. I would have said no any other night but him standing there by my door made him look like a child wanting to crawl into bed with his parents for comfort.
"Alright," I said shifting around in my bed to come loose from the sheets that I managed to twist around my body in s
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Sherlock: Sick and Tired.
Chapter Three: Anything for you.
Sherlock had not tried to leave the house in two days which I do give him credit for since he was not a person easily contained. Though he has started to wear holes into the floors from is pacing, it was obviously getting to him being inside, and he even got dressed this morning in his usual attire.
But his body was still fighting with him so it didn't take long for him to have to sit down then curl up in my lap as I watched telly. His head was resting in my lap my hand on his thin shoulder if we were anyone else. Any other two people in the world we would look romantic. I look down at his head trying not to think, wanting to run my fingers through his damp hair but instead I pulled the covers over him he was still fighting his fever and his throat seemed to be at a standstill.
I knew I needed to take him out soon; he needed to get some fresh air. I knew this but I felt uncertain, I think I was a bit scared he was catch somethi
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Sherlock: Caring Is Not an Advantage Part 2
Part Two: Is It Alright If I Come Home?
John stares down at the folder in his hands, it wasn't bulky but it kept John attention. His palms were sweaty when he opened it up. There wasn't much in there just a small stack of surveillance pictures. John takes them from the folder and looks them over.
The first few are of a blur image going in and out of a flat, the ones after that were closer to the blurry man. His black hair was cropped short and it was pushed back, he wore glasses and a tan overcoat, but the face was too blurry to actually make out features.
The last photo made John heart drop, it was a close up of the man.
A close up of Sherlock.
His hair cut and pushed back away from his face, he wore a pair of thin framed black glasses and a long tan overcoat over a white button up. It couldn't possibly be Sherlock, it couldn't be, Sherlock's dead. This man though looked so much like him, those cheek bones, those lips, no one could have thos
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Sherlock: Caring Is Not an Advantage Part 4
Part Four: Is It Alright If I Come Home?
I saw you in the street today, you didn’t see me. SH
I know you still eat, let’s have dinner. SH
BBC1 right now, it will make you laugh. SH
Your bedroom is still empty, want to have dinner? SH
Mycroft won’t play cluedo with me, want to have dinner? SH
Breathing is still boring. SH
Nothing on the telly, get in a cab, let’s have dinner. SH
At the morgue with Molly, Want to have dinner? SH
My hair has grown out a bit. SH
You should wear your stripped shirt in public, it suits you. SH
Donavan passed out when she saw me today, would you like a picture? SH
You don’t write much in your blog anymore, want to have dinner? SH
Angelo’s seven o’clock. JW
Three months since Sherlock returned from the dead and three months of Sherlock’s one sided conversation with John.
John wasn’t sure why he wanted to meet Sherlock, maybe it was that he missed Sh
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Sherlock: Is It Not Obvious?
Chapter Five: "Yes, I am in love with Sherlock,"
John couldn't concentrate on Lestrade, the feelings were great but that was all it was a reaction to action. John couldn't enjoy Lestrade's mouth on him or the feeling of Lestrade's hands brushing over his chest. It wasn't only that John couldn't get over the one thought circling in his brain, a single name, Sherlock.
A tingling in John chest told him he needed to stop ignoring what Sherlock meant to him, not a crush anymore, maybe it never was. I am in love with Sherlock aren't I? John thought and found him suppressing the urge to cry. He knew the truth deep down and he knew he needed to talk to Sherlock about it, numbing the pain with Lestrade wouldn't be enough and it would ruin their friendship, John knew it would.
"Lestrade wait," John said pushing at Lestrade's shoulders; the other man took a breath before pulling himself up away from John.
"What is it?" Lestrade asked, his hair a mess, face flushed and
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Sherlock:Caring Is Not an Advantage Part 3
Part Three: Is It Alright If I Come Home?
Sherlock paced the flat thinking of something to do; experiments seemed to be only failures and it was not like anyone knew he was alive to actually give him a case. There was absolutely nothing to do, but to pace and hate his hair and hate that John was not there.
Though he was happy to be in his old style of dressing and the warm walls of his flat surrounding him; it felt great to be home and not hidden away in some hole in the wall. It was strange how he could go three years without being this wound up yet one meeting with John in person seemed to make it worse.
When he saw John it was different, he realized then how much he did miss the other man, not that he didn’t realized that he missed him but when he saw John he realized how much. Too much, Sherlock thought, he realized what it was like to wake up and not see John’s morning face, or to not smell breakfast being cooked in the kitc
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Sherlock: Searching out a Friend.
Chapter One: Brilliant and annoying
"You have another patient outside waiting," Sarah say's popping her head into my office and smiling at me, I smile back to her.
"Thank you send him in," I say and she gives me a look, "I wouldn't thank me just yet," She giggles before leaving.
Two men walk into my room; the first one was tall with brown/black curls wearing a black long coat under an orange blanket. The second man was tall with salt and pepper hair wearing a grey suit; I think I saw him on the telly before.
"What seems to be the problem?" I ask them and the tall one with the curly hair sits on the examination table as the second holds out his hand to me.
"Apparently I'm in shock," The one sitting down mumbles with annoyance in his voice.
"I am inspector detective Lestrade; he is Sherlock Holmes and I need to make sure he does not have a concoction." I shake Lestrade's hand listening to him talk, glancing at the other man who was swinging his feet abou
13: Peppermint: JohnLockJohn loves peppermint, especially when it´s tea. But Sherlock did NOT like it.13: Peppermint: JohnLock in Short Stories More Like This
"Put your tea away" Sherlock growled. "Why should I? I still want to drink it and it´s sooo delicious...!"
"I don´t like the smell, it´s peppermint!"
- "Well I also don´t like body parts in our fridge but I don´t complain. I also don´t say a word when you play the violin at 4 am."
Sherlock couldn´t win against John. He knew he was right, but still...
"John, put the tea away.... please."
This was the word he never had used before.
John looked at him surprised.
"So you... beg me to put it away...?"
Sherlock nodded. John drank the tea right after that, stood up and went to him.
"Thank you, honey." He leaned against Sherlock, hugging him.
A bit puzzled but happy, Sherlock also hugged him.
- Well... I think I´m going to use this word more often... - he thought.
10: Frost: JohnLockIt was cold in London. Snow was falling down slowly and turned everything white.10: Frost: JohnLock in Short Stories More Like This
It was the 5th day that everywhere was snow. But nothing stopped the criminals. Nothing.
Sherlock and John were standing near a crime scene. A brutal murder. Sherlock already had deduced everything Lestrade and the cops had to know about this. The two were on their way home already.
"How can you be so... without emotions when you see a dead person? It does not touch you? Not at all?" John asked Sherlock directly.
"No, not really - no John, let me finish speaking. I don´t feel anything because I got used to corpses. Also, the person would not want to bemourned from strangers. Family and friends, yes. But strangers? I think we should find the murderer instead of crying."
John didn´t answer for over minutes.
"Yes... I understand this..."
He squeezed Sherlock´s hand a bit more.
"But it´s a good thing that you think about them", Sherlock added, "Because if there should be something like
9: Ice Skating"I can´t do this... I don´t like it, John."9: Ice Skating in Short Stories More Like This
"You´ll be able to skate, Sherlock, don´t worry. Look, I´m going to help you. Give me your hands."
John reached out for Sherlocks hands, pulling him away from the edge of the rink.
He stood very insecure on his skates, dangling a bit.
"Fokus your weight on the middle of your body. Good, good... no move your feet forward... yes! That´s it!"
Sherlock was able to skate a bit with John´s help. Both smiled happily and they went on training.
30 minutes later, he was able to run over the rink without help. Slowly, but on his own.
John and Sherlock skated side by side, talking about everything. After a while, they spotted Anderson and his wife. She was acting well on the ice, but not Anderson. He fell down - twice.
"Thinking about dinosaurs won´t help him" whispered John and Sherlock started to giggle.
"I still think one of his dinosaurs ancestors is the reason they became extinct. He was too stupid to
11: Eggnog: JohnLockJohn bought eggnog to celebrate... well, just for fun. Because he wanted to.11: Eggnog: JohnLock in Short Stories More Like This
He also wanted Sherlock to test it - he never drank eggnog before!
"Why do I have to?"
"Because it tastes good. I know you´ll like it."
"... but... alcohol destroys brain cells - "
"- if you drink too much, yes. Just ONE cup, Sherlock, come on."
Sherlock tried the eggnog. But he wasn´t used to alcohol - he never drank any.
Result: drunken Sherlock after a single cup.
He was currently sitting on John´s lap, kissing his neck.
"Sherlock... stop that. You´re drunk. I don´t want to do this when you´re like this..." John said although he had a blushed face.
"Hmmm... come on, Jawn. I wan to di iit... please..."
He bit John lightly and removed after this, grinning like a little devil.
"Jawn~ ... I know you want it, too... your pupils are dilated..."
Sherlock couldn´t finish the sentence. John carried him into their bedroom and closed the door.
12: Cider: JohnLock- "I want cider."12: Cider: JohnLock in Short Stories More Like This
"No. You were drunk a few days ago and I don´t want you to be drunk again."
- "I want to drink it!"
"NO means NO!"
- "Give it to me!"
"I do NOT want to see you drunk again."
- "You were also drunk 2 days ago, remember?"
- "Give it. Give me the cider back!"
- "So you want to drink it on your own?!"
"Wha- no! None of us will drink today!"
- "You prefer a different "entertainment"?"
"..." Sherlock blushed a bit.
"Yes" was his whispered answer. John grinned and pulled Sherlock on the couch, kissing him.
- "Good boy ~ "
".... you´re already drunk, right...?"
- "Love you too."
6: Angel: JohnLock"... Do you believe in angels...?" John asked Sherlock once.6: Angel: JohnLock in Short Stories More Like This
"Why do you want to know it?" he replied with a questionmark above his head.
"...I´m just curious."
"Ok... well, I don´t really believe in them. No one ever saw an angel and there´s no proof that they exist. You know, I´m a scientist. I just "believe" in something which can be proofed" Sherlock explained.
John didn´t answer, he just nodded and continued to write his blog.
Four years later, Sherlock DID believe in one angel - the one named John.
John wasn´t in the flat, so Sherlock was able to prepare everything.
The flat was tidied up and clean. Like, REALLY clean. The living room was decorated with some candles with wine and two wine glasses on the table. Nothing more, nothing less.
Also, Sherlock was nervous. Just a bit, but he feared something would go wrong... or John would say "No."
"I´m back, Sherlock" John entered the flat and as soon as he put his jacket away, Sherlock went st
8: Tinsel: JohnLockSherlock woke up and looked around. John was NOT lying next to him.8: Tinsel: JohnLock in Short Stories More Like This
That made him a bit sad, because Sherlock loved to wake his beloved doctor with a kiss...
Whatever. He decided to stand up, stretched his body a bit and went to the bathroom.
The first thing he noticed was the golden tinsel in his hair. With a confused look in his eyes, Sherlock started to pull it out of his hair.
There was a lot of tinsel in his curls.
Ten minutes later, he confronted John, the tinsel in his hand.
"Why was that in my hair?" Sherlock asked.
"Oh, Mycroft put that there. You didn´t sleep for over 3 days and when your brother visited us, you - literally - "fell" asleep. You should be thankful that I was able to catch you before you kissed the floor."
"...." Sherlock gave John a kiss. After that, his phone was buzzing.
A message from Mycroft.
- Good morning Sherlock, I hope you did sleep well. Lestrade and Molly really like the picture.
Greetings, Mycroft. -
At the end of the text there was a picture
4: Candy Canes: JohnLock"Sherlock, did you see the candy canes?" John asked aloud from the living room. "... no, I didn´t. You sure you bought some?" - "Yes, I AM sure."4: Candy Canes: JohnLock in Short Stories More Like This
John searched everywhere to find them. In the kitchen, bedroom, bathroom, living room, also in the fridge (and hoped Sherlock did NOT misuse them for an experiment) - but they were gone.
"Come on John, it´s ok. We can survive without them." - "But I like them." John pouted. Sherlock kissed him. "You can have my kisses instead." - "Well... this is a good offer. I think I´ll forget about the canes ~ "
John tousled through his dark curles and smiled. "I´ll go and buy a present for Ms Hudson now. See you later!"
After he left, Sherlock hung the candy canes he hid on the christmas tree with a sign on one which said "Surprise, my beloved. XXX, Sherly."
7: Pie: JohnLock"I´ll make a pie for Ms. Hudson, so please do NOT disturb me" Sherlock told John.7: Pie: JohnLock in Short Stories More Like This
"You... make a pie? YOU?!" John asked bewildered. "Wow, very interesting!" He chuckled.
"Don´t laugh. It´s my first time doing this... so please shut up."
Sherlock pouted. John pet his dark hair and smiled. "Can I help you?" - "No, I want to do it on my own." - "... just use the ingredients listed in the recipe, Sherlock. I´m serious. Don´t blow up the flat." - "I´m not an idiot."
John didn´t answer, he just smirked and went back to the living room.
One hour passed. Two hours passed.
A small "Boom!" was heard from the kitchen which caused John to look at the door. He was alarmed, stood up and ran directly to the kitchen.
Sherlock opened the door at the same time. He had dough in his face and on his hands, looking sheepish at his husband.
"Can you help me, John...?" he asked with a small voice. John smiled lovely, licking a bit dough off his cheek.
"Of course, swee
5: Christmas Tree: JohnLock"We can´t assemble a christmas tree in our flat. It´s too small." John said while looking around. "Anyway, it´s boring. Why cutting a tree and decorate it? It looks better in a forest." Sherlock was lying on the couch - bored again. There was still no case to solve.5: Christmas Tree: JohnLock in Short Stories More Like This
"But it´s a tradition to put a tree inside your flat or house and decorate it..." John sighed. "A small plant, at least? Please, Sherlock... this´d make me happy..."
Sherlock looked at his lover who had puppy eyes now. Sherlock couldn´t resist those eyes...
"Well, ok. A small plant with a small chain of lights... and more Mistle Toes. One is not enough." - "One is not enough?! Sherlock, you´re standing under this Mistle Toe once per hour! One IS enough! Also, we´re having "fun" every night in your bed, you even wake me up for this...!" John blushed a bit.
"But you like that." Sherlocked grinned.
"I´ve nothing against it, but you´re assigning me like hell... I still
The Final Case: Part TwoSherlock let the door snap shut behind him as he jogged down the stairs and out into the wind that nipped playfully at his skin and coat. Jerking his coat up to block the wind a little bit more, he started swiftly down the sidewalk, heading in the opposite direction of the store. He would worry about the shopping he promised John later, for right now, he was only interested in walking and, possibly, a drink at the corner bar.The Final Case: Part Two in Short Stories More Like This
His mind was racing as he pieced together the puzzle John seemed to be subconsciously leaving for him. It was difficult, to give the doctor props, and very well thought out. He kept leaving small hints here and there, slipping them into everyday conversations and actions. He knew John thought he wasn't picking them up, but of course, he was. Problem was, he wasn't sure how he was supposed to come up with an answer. He didn't know what he was supposed to figure out; cases were easy, he knew the basic outcome. There was always the victim, and there was always the cu
The Final Case: Part Three"Oh, Sherlock," John sighed as he approached his friend, who was downing another drink while giggling at the bar tender, who was smirking slightly and leaning on the counter. He placed a hand on his friend's shoulder and caught his attention. "You okay?"The Final Case: Part Three in Short Stories More Like This
"Fine, Jothn," Sherlock slurred, smiling up at his friend and turning completely in his seat to face him. "Neva' felt betta."
John sighed heavily but couldn't help but smile down at his beaming friend. "How much did you drink?" John asked, chuckling and brushing a strand of hair out of Sherlock's eyes as he attempted to blow it from his forehead.
"He only had about twenty glass," Steven sighed. "I'm sorry, I was going to stop him, but he did that… that mind trick shit on me and… well, I suspect you know how that goes, being his partner and all."
"Oh, no, no, no, I'm not- I mean, I just his friend," John corrected, waving his hands and laughing nervously. "He's not my partner."
"Oh, my apologizes. I've just heard so much about you that
Merry Christmas, Sherlock, and Happy New YearsSherlock sat in the ally way a few blocks from 221B, a cigarette burning lazily in his right hand, a phone in his left. His eyes were glued on the phone, the pink silicone case feeling smooth in the palm of his hand. As he raised his right hand to his lips to take a long drag of the cigarette, his eyes fluttering closed, memories rushing back to him.Merry Christmas, Sherlock, and Happy New Years in Short Stories More Like This
" You don't have a girlfriend then? "
"Girlfriend? No, not really my area.
Oh, right then. Do you have a boyfriend? Which is fine, by the way."
"Right, okay. You're unattached, just like me. Fine. Good."
"John, um… I think you should know that I consider myself married to my work and while I am flattered by your interest I'm-"
"No. I'm not asking- no. I was just saying. It's all fine."
Sherlock couldn't hold back the sad chuckle that came from his lips as he blew out the smoke. He remembered the slight blush that had crept over John's cheeks as he muttered the last few words. Remember
The Final Case: Part oneHe's a genius. A bloody brilliant man and easily the smartest in London – Hell, maybe even the world… yet he can't even see the most obvious thing in the world even if I shove it in his face and scream it at him… John thought sadly as he watched the amazing arrogant bastard as he lay on the couch, his hands pressed together and rested against his lips. His eyes scanned the ceiling lazily as he thought, his body so relaxed and his mind so sharp. He turned back to the pile of dishes that sat in front of him, picking up the rag next to the sink and drying the plate in his hand, running slow, small circles on the glassware. Will he ever see..?The Final Case: Part one in Short Stories More Like This
"John," Sherlock's sharp voice cut into his thoughts, making John jump slightly and snap his attention to the detective at once. "Stop thinking, will you?"
"Wha'?" John asked, his face turning the lightest shade of pink.
"Stop thinking, it's too loud and annoying. I'm trying to figure something out which I can't do when you're thinking
One Doesn't SimplyYou and the stranger both like johnlock.One Doesn't Simply in Short Stories More Like This
You: Get off the roof, John. –SH
Stranger: Who is this? –JW
Stranger: This isn't funny. –JW
You: Irrelevant. –SH
You: This is no joke, John. –SH
Stranger: This is ridiculous. –JW
You: Now get off the roof before I come up there and get you. –SH
Stranger: I'm staying up here. –JW
You: I don't want you to do something stupid, John. –SH
You: Don't be boring. –SH
Stranger: Piss off. I don't want to live on this planet any more. –JW
You: And why not? –SH
Stranger: Because everything is stupid. –JW
You: You're being stupid if you think jumping and ending your life will change anything. Now tell me what the real reason is. –SH
Stranger: I've told you. I don't want to be here anymore. I plan to die - I'm accustomed to the thought now. I want to, even. -JW
You: But why? One doesn't simply want to die because everything is "stupid." -SH
Stranger: But everything is stupid. And I do want to die. This planet is boring. Goodbye. -JW
You: John, don't you dare
UmbrellasLestrade thanked the barmaid and stared rather moodily at his martini. He plucked out the little paper umbrella that was the sole reason for ordering the martini, and twirled it idly. He'd never told anyone, but he found umbrellas strangely fascinating and attractive. He stared at the spinning spokes of the umbrella so intently that everything else in the pub seemed to disappear around him. He entered a state almost of hypnosis from the pattern on the umbrella. He hadn't realized his fascination was quite so intense.Umbrellas in Short Stories More Like This
Greg was startled out of his reverie by a tap on the shoulder. He jumped and turned to see who it was. Mycroft stood there, abruptly close to Greg's shoulder. He had never noticed that Mycroft wore ties with an umbrella pattern. He found it oddly…
"I need you to come with me," Mycroft said, jolting Lestrade out of his musings. Lestrade narrowed his eyes.
"Why do I need to come with you?" he asked. He didn't know Mycroft very well, but if he was anything like his brother, b
TeaJohn limped up the stairs into his flat and entered the kitchen to make himself a cup of tea. He had just paid his daily visit to Sherlock's grave, and that always made him depressed.Tea in Short Stories More Like This
When the tea was done, he limped heavily into the living room and turned on the telly. He'd never liked crap telly much, but he watched it now as much for nostalgia's sake as just to have noise in the room. It wasn't the same without Sherlock in his armchair yelling at the screen, though. But it was the best he had, and he could imagine all the times Sherlock had gotten angry at some stupid program that John hadn't even been paying attention to.
"Well, is he the boy's father?" John asked of an empty room. When only silence answered him, as it had for the past three years, John sighed and leaned against the back of the couch. He pulled Sherlock's old blue dressing gown over him for warmth, and fell asleep to the sound of the telly.
"You kept that old thing?" John woke with a start at the voice. He knew he
Hearts (chapter 2) It was the first day of the new school year after the hols, and John was sitting down to lunch with some of his classmates. He was just setting his tray down when he felt a tap on his shoulder. It was that boy from the playground. What was his name? Oh right: Sherlock. An odd name. He appeared to have grown over the summer and was now only a few inches shorter than John.Hearts (chapter 2) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Can I sit with you?” he said. John was about to reply when another of the boys at the table said scornfully, “Don’t let him; he’s a freak.” John turned to the other boy. “What do you mean he’s a freak?” John asked, a bit harshly. Turning to Sherlock, he said, “Of course you can sit here.” The other boys at the table stared at John, stunned, and turned to glare at Sherlock. The boy who had spoken to John answered his question after the two boys had sat down.
“He has this trick he does where he can tell you everything you&
Hearts (prelude/Chapter 1)John looked up from his notebook and looked across the playground. A small, somber boy, probably around the age of six, was looking steadily back at him. John eyed him curiously from the other side of the playground, across the sea of children yelling and playing. The other boy seemed to be trying to read his mind from across the playground. John shook his head slightly, trying to shake off the younger boy's gaze. He turned back to his notebook, and realized that he had been sketching without noticing. Blushing slightly, he realized his hand had drawn a truly excellent sketch of the younger boy across the playground. He glanced up at the other boy who was smirking as if he knew exactly what John had been doing. John's eyes flickered down to his notebook and then back up, but when his glance returned to the opposite side of the playground, the boy was gone. John had no idea who he was or why he had been watching John. He shook his head once again and returned to his notebook.Hearts (prelude/Chapter 1) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was the
A Love Poem for Sherlock Holmes"Oh Sherlock, how I love thee…"A Love Poem for Sherlock Holmes in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sherlock and John started from their respective seats and hurried to the window. Sherlock opened it to reveal a young woman standing in the half-light, declaiming to the entirety of Baker Street. John wondered who on earth she was.
"Thy hair like soft coal…"
Sherlock turned to John. "What on earth is she talking about?" he said in annoyance. "I think it's a love poem," John answered, still staring out the window.
"Thine eyes like the sea…"
"Why would someone be writing me a love poem?" Sherlock asked, confused. "One of those stalker fangirls, I'd think," John replied. "You know, that's actually not a bad description of you." Sherlock stared at John. "What?" "Well, a bit over-romanticized, obviously," John added hastily. Returning to his chair, he said under his breath, "It's not bad, though, actually…"
"Thy fingers as soft spiderwebs, stroking silent strings…"
"Shut up!" Sherlock yelled out the window and slammed it shut. He flopped back down on the couc
Jr. LoveIt was my first day for 5th grade. Yep, 5th. I was getting older by the day. The only thing I hated about oving up to 5th grade is that everyone knows me. Due to my dad, they think I'm completely retarded. They always say it's the terror or the offspring of Satan's son or something completely stupid, making me feel like I'm nothing.Jr. Love in Settings More Like This
"Jr. ready?" Mom called to me. Dad, or I call him Bart most of the time, was waiting with her. He's always glued to her side, unlike Grandma and Grandpa.
"Yeah, I'm coming. Sophie! Come on, we gotta go." I called to my sister. She was as smart as my aunt Lisa. She was a gifted child in a good way, mostly in smarts. She trusted me more than anyone yet I don't hang out with her. I love her but she is just annoying at times.
Sophie came down about a minute after I was waiting in the hall with mom and dad.
"Okay, I'll be back." Mom kissed Dad and we were headed out the door. "Jr, since you're bigger, you can ride in the front." She smiled at me as I jumped with
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"Ok, what do you wish for daddy to do the most?" Bart smiled lightly,trying to cheer his daughter up.
"For you to die a slow,painful death." Sophie said, with a low mellow tone. She didn't have a care in the world for her father. Not only did he ruin her only chance to meet her idol, Amy Lee, that he also screwed up her entire ninth birthday.
For him, he felt like he did nothing wrong. He was trying to be a decent father but i guess that didn't turn out quite well for him.
"Look, Sophie, I'm sorry. I've known I have said that about fifty times already but, this time, I mean it." His voice quivered.
"This time?! Oh, then forget it dad! You have treated me like crap for many years now! I am sick of it!" She started to yell as Bart's pupils shrunk. " I'm never EVER going to forgive you!" She struck up the middle finger and stomped into the second floor bathroom.
The Simpsons story part 2Finally, the time came for Jess's friend party. They were dressed up in some fancy clothes and were headed out the door.The Simpsons story part 2 in Settings More Like This
"Now, you guys better behave yourselves there. I mean I know it's auntie Jess but all of my old friends are going to be there so please! Especially you Jr, I know you get your rembuncious side from your father." Kasey rolled her eyes as they drove into Jess's driveway. Bart kept his arm around Kasey when they headed to the door. She knocked on Jess's door and she came out.
"Oh hi guys! Just in time. Jr!" She smiled as Bart Jr, lept into her arms.
"Auntie!" he wrapped his pudgy little arms as far as he could around her, giving her a huge hug.
"So...can we come in now?" Kasey asked, smiling.
"Oh yeah sure. I'm blocking the way...DUH." Jess moved out of the way and Kasey and Bart went inside.
Kasey saw so many fimiliar faces she hasn't seen in years.Amber, Amanda, Lisa all of her old friends. They all stared at her, in amasement. "Uhh, hi guys. I haven't seen any of you
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"Yeah, well I gotta go." Lilly started to walk off towards the door.
Sapphire gave me a look like she was ready to kill me. I knew she was jealous, big time. I slowly back up and started to run for my life. She chased after me! It felt like being chased by a rabid tiger on crack or some kind of drug. Like my dad says, whenever a girl chases you, RUN FOR YOUR DAMN LIFE!! She chased me all around the school playground and around the grownskeeper's shed. I look behind to see she isn't running anymore and as soon as I turn around, I run right into the Principal. Principal Skinner, or Skinrash.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't the spawn of my worst student, Bart Simpson Jr." He looked at me sturn, holding both of my arms.
"I'm already in trouble on the first day of school aren't I?" I stunk my head a little. I could already feel it.
He knodded as he dragged me towards the main door. Sapphire gave me an evil smirk and waved. I flipped her off. Yeah, I was already pissed. I turned my h
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Homer: Everyone ready? *Homer stopped singing*
Lisa: Yes, Dad! *Lisa looked at Bart as if to say, 'You better say yes!'*
Homer: OK then! Off we go! WOOHOO!!!
Bart: I thought you didn't want to come!
Homer: That's in the past, boy! Just like "The Ghost of Christmas Future"!
Lisa: Dad, don't you mean "Past"?
Homer: Past what?
Lisa: The Ghos- Oh never mind! Can we go now!
Homer: Go where?
Lisa: Urgh! To get the Christmas tree!!!
Homer: Oh right! *Homer laughed*
Homer: Why Won't You Work *Homer tried to start the car*
Homer: COME ON! *Homer banged his fist against the steering wheel*
Homer: If this is another one of your pran- *Homer's car started*
Bart: I didn't do nothin'! *Bart grinned a big cheesy grin at Homer*
Homer: Let's see what's on. *Homer switched on the radio*
KBBL: 102.5 FM, KBBL here, making your day average. First up is a once in a lifetime opportunity to win a lifetime s
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Bart: I'm okay!
Homer: No! I'm not ok! *Homer sobbed*
Lisa: What is it, Dad!?!
Homer: I'll never get the lifetime supply of bottled water!!!!
Lisa: Ok, at least we're all ok
Homer: I didn't hear the address I was supposed to send my details to! Why is life so cruel! *Homer wailed loudly*
Bart: We're never gonna get the stupid tree!
Seymour: Good Lord! Is everyone ok?! *Seymour leaped out of his car to aid the Simpsons* (Seymour had been driving past when Homer crashed. Seymour had been out doing errands for Agnes)
Bart: Could it get any worse?
Lisa: Yes, Principal Skinner. Everyone is fine.
Seymour: Let me at least give you a ride home.
Lisa: We weren't going home, we were going to get a Christmas tree. I guess we'll have to walk there now.
Homer: Walk!?! *Homer and Bart groaned*
Seymour: I'm on my way to buy a Christmas tree for Mother. Want to come along?
Lisa: Thank you for the kind offer but we coul-
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Marge: Homie, can you go down with the kids to buy a Christmas tree? I have to do the Christmas shopping. (Christmas the year before had been not much short of a failure due to the fact that Homer forgot to do the Christmas shopping)
Homer: Do I HAVE to??? *Homer moaned*
Marge: It's Christmas tomorrow, and I don't want this family to have another 'crisis'. *Marge glanced sternly at Homer*
Lisa: Can we Dad?
Bart: Yeah, c'mon Homer!
Homer: But I wanna watch the game!
Marge: Homie, please? *Marge waited for Homer's response*
Bart: Nevermind Mom. Just let the fatso watch his gam-
Homer: WHY YOU LITTLE! *Homer strangled Bart*
Bart: ACK!! URRK! GACK!!!
Marge: HOMER! You're going to get that tree and no more television for the rest of the day!!!
Lisa: Thanks Mom.
Bart: Come on big boy! *Bart laughed at Homer*
Homer: Watch it, boy! *Homer opened the front door and walked outside*
Lisa: Can I pick which tree we get, Dad?
Bart: NO! Mom
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Lisa: Should we tell Mom what happened to Dad's car? *Lisa put her seatbelt on*
Homer: Uh, kids Let's just pretend that 'thing' with the car, never happened.
Lisa: Ok, Dad *Lisa sighed sadly*
Bart: It'll cost ya, Homer!
Homer: How much? *Homer looked at Bart with mild frustration*
Bart: Ten bucks. *Bart opened and closed his hand as if to say 'Gimme'*
Seymour: Not in my car, young man! *Seymour started driving his car*
Homer: He sure told you, boy! *Homer laughed at Bart*
Bart: Are we there yet?
Bart: Are we there yet?
Bart: Are we there yet?
Bart: Are we there yet?
Bart: Are we there yet?
Bart: Are we there yet?
Bart: Are we there yet?
Bart: Are we there yet?
Bart: Thank god! *Bart jumped out of the car*
Lisa: Just in time. *Lisa looked at Homer then got out of the car quickly*
Seymour: Ok everyone, remember to stick
Meg Griffin: Expressing Herself, Part 5That weekend was a three-day weekend. For the rest of Sunday and most of Monday, Meg wrote down revenge ideas for Connie and her little clique, and that was when she wasn't practicing archery.Meg Griffin: Expressing Herself, Part 5 in General Fiction More Like This
Meg had more time on Monday because the archery center was closed due to Martin Luther King Day.
The majority of that day was spent drawing out the plan. Alright, so she wasn't as good a drawer as Chris, but hey, at least it was understandable.
After all the writing and drawing got finished, Meg took the family car and went to the store to buy everything she needed for her plan.
When that was all done, she tried to practice, but she could barely concentrate due to how excited she was for school tomorrow. Tomorrow was definitely going to be one of the best days ever, no arguments.
Meg decided to go to bed early that night so that she could have more time to review her notes and get all her supplies ready for Connie's "surprise."
She set her alarm for 6:00 AM, an hour earlier than usual, and went i
Meg Griffin: Expressing Herself, Part 6Some time passed, and it was now early February. Since her little stunts pulled on Connie and Peter, Meg's life had gotten a bit better.Meg Griffin: Expressing Herself, Part 6 in General Fiction More Like This
Peter avoided Meg almost completely, and to make a long story short, Connie was being put on a strict diet, and she was going to be home-schooled for the rest of the year.
Eliza invited Meg over for a sleepover, which was a rare occasion in Meg's life, on Friday night.
"So what's your family like?" Meg asked as the two girls walked to the archery center on Friday afternoon. "I only met your parents and your sister at the banquet after my victory."
"They're just a normal, average, boring family," Eliza shrugged. "My dad's a book editor, and my mom's...overprotective. She's a stay-at-home mom."
"So's mine, minus the overprotectiveness," Meg nodded. "My dad works at the Pawtucket Brewery."
Eliza started laughing.
Meg frowned. "What's so funny?"
"Oh, nothing," Eliza shook her head. "That's just so predictable of your dad. I mean, with him being an alcohol
Meg Griffin: Expressing Herself, Part 4Meg smirked at Peter. Time to rub her victory in his face.Meg Griffin: Expressing Herself, Part 4 in General Fiction More Like This
"Hi, everyone!" she called to her family, approaching them with a smile.
"Nice job, Meg," Brian complimented. "You did well out there."
"Thank you, Brian," Meg gave him a smile.
She then turned and looked up at Peter, remembering their little "bargain."
Peter raised his eyebrows. "What are you looking at?"
"I won, Dad," Meg beamed. "I won fair and square. You might as well pay up."
"Pay up?" Peter and Lois chorused. As if Peter didn't already know.
Meg turned to Lois, her smile never leaving her face. "Well, Mom," she explained, "before I went up to compete, Dad pulled me aside, and made a compromise. If I lost, then he would disown me. If I won, which I did, then he would pay me $100 and let me stay."
"Peter!" Lois scolded. "Why?"
"Umm..." Peter looked around, possibly for something that could save him. "Oh, look! Beer!"
He ran to the table where other parents (mostly fathers) were drinking beer and other alcoholic beverages.
The Knight and His Damsel in DistressEvery week I go to this coffee shop that is on the corner of the street that I live on. I live in the ridiculously busy city where I play gigs at clubs blasting loud and blasphemously outrageous songs that get everybody fuckin' pumped. The people truly love my shit and I can't blame them cause I produce some quality shit. Every week I continuously come into this coffee shop during the day because considering that I wake up at 2 in the afternoon to start the day, I might as well start it with a nice cup of coffee. Lately there's this girl who makes my drinks. She is pretty much the reason why I keep coming back. When I walk in today, the place is contently busy and not so loud. Everybody is minding their own business while they utilize the full potential of the free wi-fi at this place. I walk over to the counter top and my eyes are scanning for her. I don't see her immediately. "I'll have a double chocolatey chip frap." Some douche takes my order as I turn around and try toThe Knight and His Damsel in Distress in Short Stories More Like This
Nightmare VriskaxKanayaSince the incident Kanaya keeps having nightmares. Every single night. Plaguing her. Ripping apart her mind and scratching at the heart she no longer wishes to beat in her chest. Every second that goes by in these nightmares feels like millions of sweeps have passed by. When she finally screams herself awake she buries her face in her hands. Jade tears in streams falling onto the green silk sheets. From the uncontrollable sobs and the frantic and longing heart rate she has, she can't take this anymore. She doesn't want to do this anymore. As Kanaya's arms wrap around her torso to try to stop the shaking, her nails slip their way into her skin as small slivers of jade blood begins to spill. Theres a knock at the door. She wipes her eyes and tries to snuggle her way under the blanket enough so that it doesn't seem like she is shaking. "Come in" the weary voice mumbles. Rose enters the room without making any eye contact, her eyes practically glued to the flood. "Kanaya...is everything alNightmare VriskaxKanaya in Short Stories More Like This
She never came home JohnxVriskaShe never came home JohnxVriska in Short Stories More Like This
John and Jade were almost there. They were nearing the moment they longed for during those three years. It seemed like those three years were going to last for eternity because every single second until John could get to see Vriska felt like all of the sweeps in the world. He couldn't wait for the moment that he finally could see her, and maybe, just maybe they could go on that date. Or how she would say "a d8."
"John we'll be there any minute now!" Jade exclaimed. She was just as excited to meet everybody, especially Dave.
John was filled with anxiety, brimming to the top of his being, he felt light-headed dizzy. He couldn't believe that this is actually happening. Maybe he will wake up, maybe sburb doesn't even exist. He knew deep down this wasn't true, he knew that what he felt in this moment and every moment ever spent talking to Vriska was real and something to hold onto dearly. What he feels building up in his chest, the feeling that is overwhelming his entire being is complet
Simpsons Chronicles (Treehouse of terror 1)Intro:Simpsons Chronicles (Treehouse of terror 1) in Settings More Like This
April: at least.. why did you called us?
Smithers: is something that i kept in secret
Charles: come on dear.. we are on a rescue mission
Ryan: roger that (flumoxed)
Smithers: i'll be a little bit danegerous i guess.. you better stay here..
They: NEVER! is a rescue mission so we won't leave ok?
(they took a jet and start flying)
--- Treehouse of terror presents...---
April: but how did this happend?
Smithers: *sighs carrying a photo* let me tell you a story.. maybe you could understand it all
--- Origins : a new soldier in springfield ---
Smithers: well.. once upon a time...
(Army's HQ : 2:00 hours)
Partner: hey... hey you soldier!! wake up!!
Mary: iiaaahh.. i hate cold water!, blazkowicz
Bj: ok.. lets move quick
I take my bakpack.. mi 1911 colt and my blue stone amulet.. i'll need it maybe...
Bj: the general called.. there are new movements about enemy's forces...
Mary: oh no.. again? didn't they got enough the last time?
Bj: they never sleep.. so we won't it too... w
Simpsons chronicles (The insanity begins)The first time i make an english fanfic of The simpsons)Simpsons chronicles (The insanity begins) in Settings More Like This
tee hee.. hope you like it n_n
It was 8:30 am on the nuclear power plant... Mr burns was on his office as always... and the employers.. well they aren't here XD
Smithers: hmm? *checkig the work place* hmm.. (he moves out)
Always at this hour is empty but this time was completelly strange this situation
Smithers: *taking a coffee* mary... Don't you think there something suspicious on this day?
Mary: (My OC) no, sweetie... and you?
Smithers: ahh... no.. n_n (he drink his coffee)
* go there to see who is --- http://fav.me/d57aoqj
Everything was completelly quiet until a savage comes in.. yelling and running
Man: AHH! i'm late, I'M LATE!!! (he continues running)
Mary: (moving the patients scores) WOAH!! HEY!!! LOOK OUT!!!
Man: i'm late i'm late i'm laaate!!!
Mary: SMITHERS!!! LOOK OUT!!! (I push him but we fell over the floor)
Man: ahahah!! you naughty psychologist...
Smithers: (i was dizzy for th
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lets continue then....
Mary: grrr.. COME ON! (pluggin the cables to turn on the computer) yeah.. lets start... general strasse GENERAL STRASSE, DO YOU COPY? , over!
HQ: *scree* g...*scree* strasse here! report your status!
Mary: general, can you explain me what happend to milwawkee?
General: a insane guy killed him, im so sorry i though that he would be alive on this
Mary: he got a family (with anger)
General: don't yell at your general and get foccused on the mision, soldier! we need that information to stop them before is too late! SO SHUT UP AND DO IT! (he cut off the comunicacion)
Yeah i was in bad mood but sad because of that... anyway... i must go ahead i guess...
The day's continue and i'll finded little information about that supossed guys that i must spy... but after my mission.. i spended few hours with waylon, ryan, april and lisa... i have to say it.. they are completely awesome guys... indeed yes
on this hours
When We Collide (Chapter 1...Playing Catch Up)This is something from my fanfiction account (under the same name asWhen We Collide (Chapter 1...Playing Catch Up) in Profiles More Like This
this account) I just wanted somewhere else to share my writings
I hope you enjoy this...Its basically a crossover between Doctor Who and Harry Potter.
Summary: Hermione's world has finally begun to reach normality...That
is until a mysterious blue box appears on her street corner, now her
entire reality is going to be turned upside down! But will it be for the
better or worse?
Chapter: #1..."Playing Catch Up"
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Doctor Who or Harry Potter...To think otherwise is just plain silly.
Hermione Granger was a strange woman...
The knowledge of a Ravenclaw,
The cunning of a Slytherin
The bravery of a Gryffindor
The loyalty of a Hufflepuff
was the perfect woman, with any and every quality a man or woman could
wish to posses. She had been away from Hogwarts for 7 years, single and
trying to live her life.
The seven years of work and adventure
with Ron and H
When We Collide...(Chapter 2, Who on Earth?!)Not much to say here...So enjoyWhen We Collide...(Chapter 2, Who on Earth?!) in Profiles More Like This
At 9:30pm, Hermione trudged in from work, her feet achy and her stomach yearning for a decent meal that didn't consist of frozen waffles and fish fingers or dehydrated noodles. She toed off her black court shoes and tossed them into her shoe cubby (a small cupboard nestled in one of the walls that she found was the perfect size to store her shoe box).
She hung her keys on the hook above the small table beside the door, the charms jingling and clanking as the chains stilled from the momentum, and pressed the voice message button on her house phone, that lived on the small table along with a notepad and pen for any numbers or memos.
She listened to the droll tone of the message play as she wandered to the kitchen, pulling off her blazer - tossing it onto the sofa then-unbuttoning her blue, fitted shirt, throwing it into the empty washing machine and unzipping her trousers, letting them pool at her fee
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Thank You Thank You Thank You! XD
Now i'm going to stop fangirling and get going
Hermione giggled at the Doctor's simple joke. "Well then, that makes sense."
"I digress, besides...What kind of woman - sorry! - witch comes and talks to a man with a bonkers blue box?" enquired the Doctor, raising an eyebrow.
Hermione shrugged. "One that is sick of talking to her cat all night I suppose. Besides there's only so many times you can read an Edgar Allen Poe anthology alone before you start to freak yourself out."
The Doctor seemed content with this reply, but couldn't resist letting a smirk slip.
"I've met him y'know" said the Doctor casually, pushing his weight off the box and standing straight, hands in his pockets.
Hermione appeared perplexed at this statement. "Met who?"
"Poe. Right mad'un he was...Brilliant! But mad all the same" he babbled, wandering in a small circle infront of Hermione.