BBC Sherlock - StudentsDr. John Watson shook his head in bemusement as he entered the flat.BBC Sherlock - Students in Fan Fiction More Like This
He could smell food, Carbonara if he wasn't mistaken. This could only mean one thing.
One of Sherlock's lesser known but more endearing habits was his tendency, when a case had been solved, to make up for his lack of eating and sleeping during his investigation. Running on the glee and adrenaline high of being proved right, he would go whipping around the kitchen like a whirlwind as he ate half his body-weight in food before crashing on the sofa and sleeping for about twenty hours solid. As the detective found the depression and boredom of inactivity began to sink in soon after, John had learned to savour the time while it lasted as soon after he knew Sherlock would be shooting holes in the walls again.
As John entered their front room, his eyes were automatically drawn to the sofa.
Sherlock was curled up on the sofa in an angular tangle of elbows, knees and lanky legs. He was snoring quietly, one hand resting on Glad
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The habit of sticking the post to the mantelpiece with a knife he discovered on the very first day. The emergency pack of cigarettes concealed in a small Persian slipper behind a stack of books took a while longer (It was unopened; much to Sherlock's pride the detective was doing remarkably well with quitting smoking.) The fact that, when Sherlock has exhausted himself with a case, his sleep is silent but on the rare occasions when he sleeps just for the sake of it he snores like a particularly troublesome drain unblocking took still longer to discover.
John had thought that he had found out all that there was to know about the detective in the near two years since he had first moved in with Sherlock. Although, he willingly admitted with a great deal of amusement, today had most definitely proved him wrong.
He had learnt three things today. One- You should never
BBC SH - Reunion - MycroftThe Diogenes Club was old. The dark wood panelling and the high ceilings marking it out as a relic of a bygone era.BBC SH - Reunion - Mycroft in General Fiction More Like This
Rather like many of its inhabitants.
And like every old thing, it was a bit battered around the edges.
Normally, Mycroft Holmes saw the grandeur and the glory of the building's past.
But today, in the gloom of January with the rain pattering with insistent consistency against the window, Mycroft found it hard to ignore the flaking paint and chipped wood surrounding him.
But then again, the entire world seemed a little bit tarnished now.
He sat in the window seat, a glass of brandy cradled in his lax fingers, gazing numbly down at the hooded and umbrella-d figures hurrying along in the street outside.
The door opened and closed quietly; informing him that someone else had entered The Stranger's Room.
He raised his brandy to his lips and gave it a sip.
The figure moved towards the window, following Mycroft's line of sight.
They stood in silence for a moment.
Then a low voic
BBC Sherlock-Christmas DinnerJohn Watson rolled his eyes as he heard yet another smash coming from Sherlock's bedroom. He had never ventured past the (faintly-charred) door and had no ideas of the horrors which lurked within. But, he mused, given that it belonged to a man who kept eyeballs in the microwave and frequently attempted to create plastic explosives in the kitchen sink, chances are he probably had some nefarious experiments in there. Experiments which, to judge by the noise, were currently being knocked to the floor.BBC Sherlock-Christmas Dinner in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Sherlock, we're going to be late." He called through the door.
"I know, I know!" Came the irritated response, coupled with a sound like a parrot being sat on.
"Mycroft specified 6:30. If we're to get to Holmes House in time we've got to leave in the next five minutes. Especially since taxis are always so scarce on Christmas eve." John said, re-reading the invitation he held in his hand.
"I know." There was a high pitched whizzing noise and a thud as something embedded itself i
SH - The Russian Ballerina 4Sherlock Holmes was rapidly coming to realise something. It is difficult and uncomfortable to ride pillion on a dirt-bike, even at the best of times.SH - The Russian Ballerina 4 in General Fiction More Like This
Especially when it is being controlled by a teenager whose general scatter-brained air and drug habits were common-knowledge to all who knew him.
And, as said teenager was traversing London's darkened, rain-slicked streets with a reckless disregard for the state of his bike or his passenger's spine, in a desperate attempt to prevent the death of Sherlock's niece, this could hardly be considered as the best of times . . .
The brakes howled as Banjo's dirt bike skidded to a halt at a curb, the battered Ford Fiesta following them screeching to a stop and missing them by all of six inches.
As the occupants of the Fiesta scrambled out, Sherlock tore the helmet from his head and gasped as the cool air hit him.
"She must be clos-" He began but he froze as a sound sliced through the air.
A gunshot like a distant crack of thunder.
Then a desperate
BBC Sherlock - CakeJohn stood in the kitchen doorway and stared.BBC Sherlock - Cake in General Fiction More Like This
Sherlock Holmes was baking. The tall, slim figure had his back to John, a bowl cradled in his arm with all the ease of a master patisserie chef.
"You're staring John." Sherlock said, not turning round.
"And you're baking."
"And we have both just established that we have a firm grasp of the obvious." Sherlock said, amused, as he carefully sifted flour into the bowl and proceeded to mix it thoroughly.
"Are Tristan, Isolde and Persephone coming round then?" John asked, remembering the only other time he had seen Sherlock baking, that time for his little nieces and nephews in an attempt to spite Mycroft by violating the sugar embargo he had placed upon his offspring.
"No." Sherlock said, spooning the mixture into two cake tins.
"Can I not do something simply because I enjoy it?"
"Yes but you're not just doing it for giggles, are you?"
Sherlock smiled at John's accurate deduction. "No. Not this time no. But the point still stands. I
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The pale-haired Polish lady was pacing up and down in front of the window of that grey-haired Detective Inspector's office, tears smeared down her face.
Twelve hours old. That's how old her baby had been when the father's psychotic brother had taken her. Saying that no brother of his would raise the offspring of a whore.
She'd only been released from the hospital an hour before her daughter was snatched away.
Rejecting the violent and domineering Henryk, an ex-army man from the Klodzko Valley, was no doubt the best and worst decision of her life. Best, because any man who called the hard-working hospital orderly a whore was an appalling human being. And worst, because - in having his meek little brother Mikołaj's baby - she had inspired the man's fury in the worst possible way.
Mikołaj was a good-hearted man but too weak to protect Alina from his brother's wrath. The woman would
SH - Echoes of EvensongFor a very long time John Watson had feared sleep.SH - Echoes of Evensong in General Fiction More Like This
So often he would wake in a cold sweat with the echoes of nightmares screaming in his ears, or lurch awake in a panic as his body confused simple rest with returning to the coma from which he had barely escaped.
He took to drinking lots of coffee, forcing himself to remain awake for as long as possible until he balanced on the brink of exhaustion before crashing over into unconsciousness. It was not as restful as sleep but it kept him sane and it kept the nightmares away.
It took several months after he had moved into 221B Baker Street to change that.
Three o'clock in the morning and he was padding down the stairs, eyes half lidded, steps shuffling and irregular.
He needed a cup of tea.
A light was on in the kitchen.
Sherlock's skinny frame was swamped in John's oversized towelling dressing gown. His own one had been badly stained in an experiment and so John had loaned him his.
He was stirring a cup of tea.
One of two.
Wordlessly he t
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The audience was alive with noise. The intermission had just ended and everyone was shuffling back in from various toilet/cigarette breaks. Feet were trodden on, apologies mumbled and bottoms wedged into those ridiculously tiny theatre seats.
Still, it's not often a university group is given the run of a West End theatre for the night. There wasn't enough of them to fill all of it, but the stalls were completely filled even if the dress circle wasn't. The students who had come to watch rather than participate in the charity show grinned gleefully at each other, enjoying the comfortable warm fug of lots of people in a confined space and the fluffy brained feeling of alcohol. It was impossible not to love the magic tingling electricity of sheer potential found in all theatres.
The lights dimmed, the curtain rose.
A brief murmur echoed through the audience.
It was that unusual purple-haired girl, that
SH - Purple Hair-DyeMrs Hudson tutted mildly and looked up at her ceiling.SH - Purple Hair-Dye in General Fiction More Like This
Sherlock was pacing about like an angry dog. John must have been called into the surgery again as he could normally get Sherlock to sit still.
Although in extreme circumstances this did necessitate gaffer taping Sherlock to a chair.
She heard the doorbell go and the thunder of feet on the stairs.
He opened the door.
"And hello to you too." Ophelia teased. "You were expecting Lestrade?"
A pause and, from her own flat, Mrs Hudson could almost see the expression on Sherlock's face, challenging his niece to explain herself.
"John has his own key so doesn't need to be let in and the only other person who can warrant such an enthusiastic canter down the stairs is the good detective who brings you your cases." Ophelia said, smugly.
"Very good." Sherlock stepped to the side to allow his niece entrance. "He thinks he might have a case for me. And you are here . . . ?"
"Can I borrow your bathroom? Or your kitchen? Anywhere with a suppl
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The dark haired detective took a cab and told the driver to let him out in front of Scotland Yard. The traffic was not so terrific and they only moved forward slowly. Sherlock didn't mind, as he was in no hurry to get there. Right now he had to process his problem. It wasn't so much a problem, but more like a puzzle which he didn't know the correct solution to. Sherlock couldn't rely on his brain and his body had betrayed him. He looked out of the window, not really seeing the city pass by him. His train of thoughts always came back to the feeling of kissing John, his warm lips and ragged breath, his dilated pupils. Of course Sherlock had noticed all of this, even though his brain hadn't worked perfectly and hadn't been as fast as usual. He knew that John had liked the kiss and that he was attracted to Sherlock. Quite certainly did he want to kiss Sherlock again and for the consulting detective it wasn't any different. But he didn't know wh
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John had been attracted to his flat mate for quite a while now. He caught himself staring at Sherlock way too often, but until now there had always been the possibility that he was simply attracted to the other man's looks. That he wouldn't like Sherlock touching him - not that he had ever really considered that this could happen, but still. What he felt now was far from dislike. It felt so good, Sherlocks mouth pressed on his, their tongues moving against each other. Another small moan escaped him and he blushed slightly in embarrassment. His hands had moved to Sherlocks dark curls, pulling slightly on them. God, what was he doing?
Without any prior warning Sherlock pulled away from John, breathing heavily and a smirk plastered on his slightly swollen lips.
"You are brilliant, John!" Sherlock exclaimed, his hands still lingering on John's face, which wore a confused expression. "You were right; my brain just needed some sugar in order to work properly again.
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A week passed without one of them talking about what happened. Sherlock was surprised that John wanted him to admit defeat. He had expected that John would want to talk about their kiss. That he would be mat at Sherlock for kissing him. That he would just buy him the patches, but not that John would strike back. Sherlock had of course noticed right away what John wanted to do, but he didn't mind, no. Quite the opposite was the case.
Truth was, Sherlock didn't want the patches anymore; he wanted to kiss his good doctor again. It had felt so good. It had felt like nothing he had felt before. He had kissed a few people, back in his college days, but he had always felt disgusted by their saliva mingling with his own.
John was different, his exception. Sherlock had found himself touching John whenever he could without being too obvious. John had been more observant than he usually was, catching Sherlock staring at him out of the corner of his e
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Sherlock didn't have to wait long, as London was a center for criminal activity and the police needed his help far too often. Scotland Yard sent him case files home, so that he could look into them and solve the case for them as soon as possible.
Sherlock lay on the couch, deep in thoughts, but they were not about the case. He had solved it almost instantly, it had been an far too easy, boring case. Sherlock thought about his next move. Should he just wait, until John would get the sweets on his own? Should he put on an act, so that he wouldn't have to wait too long, until John would think that the case was difficult for Sherlock? No, he would wait, even if he wasn't the most patient person. It was highly probable that John would look through it if Sherlock put on an act. John did most of the time. Waiting would be the best solution. His hands moved up to his chin, resting on his chest. This was so boring. A small smile played on Sherloc
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Sherlock gasped in surprise at John's unexpected reaction. The consulting detective knew that John had liked, no had found the kiss arousing. Not only because of the delicious noises he had made, but also because of his dilated pupils. John slid his tongue over Sherlock's teeth, trying to get the candy back. Sherlock moved his hand from John's cheek to his shoulder in order to steady himself, his knees threatening to give out under him. His heart raced at a rapid speed and he couldn't think clearly anymore, partly because of the lack of oxygen and partly because of his proximity to John.
The other mans tongue skimmed over his and Sherlock gasped, opening his mouth further. John pulled away slowly, leaving Sherlock panting and gasping for breath. A satisfied smirk appeared on Johns wet lips. Sherlock hadn't noticed in the passion of their kiss, that his doctor had taken his candy back.
"Let's call it a tie" Sherlock nodded weakly bef
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The case Sherlock was working on was far from being solved. Although he should have enough information to do so there was no progress. Sherlock couldn't think of the right conclusion that fitted all the facts. All possibilities he thought of left something that didn't fit the facts. So Sherlock's mood wasn't the best and John had gone out to buy something sweet to eat.
Sherlock noticed that he was out of nicotine patches, which was pretty bad in his current state, but he was too lazy to text John about this problem. He decided that he would wait until the doctor would come back and then ask him to buy him some.
An hour had passed when he heard John coming upstairs, and he bent his head a little when the door opened so that he could look at John.
"John could you get me some nicotine patches?" he saw John's mouth twitch. Maybe he should have texted him after all, but his mobile was in his coat. It never crossed his mind to go a
On a rainy day - MystradeThe small café was full of people, as it was pouring outside. Lestrade was one of them. He hadn't expected it to rain today, so now he sat by the window and waited for it to pass by. He had no money for a cab either, just enough to buy a coffee. He sighed. It didn't look as if the rain would stop anytime soon. It was a twenty minute walk home. Well, there no helping it. Lestrade could either stay in the café for the next few hours or endure twenty minutes in the rain. Just as Lestrade was about to step outside the door, his phone went off. He looked at the text message and a small smile crept on his lips.On a rainy day - Mystrade in Romance More Like This
Are you intending to walk home in this weather? It's rather unpleasant.
Are you observing me?
Yes, of course I am. Care to answer my question?
Don't have a choice. No umbrella, no money.
I could provide you with both if you want me to.
Only need the former.
Instead of a reply a black car pulled up nearby and a man in a bla
Missing Piece Chapter 6 - JohnlockThat night Sherlock hadn't slept for a second. When the sun rose and its rays hit the inside of the flat, Sherlock had already drunk his fifth coffee and waited anxiously for the postman to arrive. When he did a few hours later, Sherlock rushed downstairs, almost falling over his own feet and snatched the mail away from the surprised postman. He quickly looked them through and threw everything except one brown envelope on the floor. It was a regular envelope, one you could buy in every store. Then he rushed back into the living room and tore it open.Missing Piece Chapter 6 - Johnlock in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock's blood froze and his heart skipped a fearful beat at the content of it.
There weren't many possibilities for what could be on it if not John. In fact nothing feasible came to his mind. Sherlock opened John's laptop and opened the disc slot after placing it on the table. He placed the DVD inside and with a slightly shaking hand he pressed play.
His sucked in his breath as he saw John tied to a chair and some masked guy with
Missing Piece Chapter 11 - JohnlockThe sight of John staggering while he clung to Sherlock as they made their way outside made the consulting detective wish there was still one of the kidnappers left he could vent the fury he felt on. By now Mycroft had surely already secured Birch and taken care of his wounds. Hopefully they would take a very long time to heal. Sherlock pursed his lips at the thought of that man in disgust.Missing Piece Chapter 11 - Johnlock in Romance More Like This
One hand wrapped tightly around John’s back they slowly ascended the stairs. His gray eyes were on John the whole time, though he was trying not to look at the wounds all over John’s body. He couldn’t stand to look at them.
It was his fault they were there.
John stopped when they stepped outside into the sunlight, drawing in one ragged breath. Most of his weight weighted on Sherlock and he was glad for that in one way. It made it feel more real that John was back at his side.
“I never thought it could be so nice,” John began looking up at the sky, squinting his b
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It was a perfectly normal day at 221b Baker Street, but John had had a really bad day at work and the small piece of patience he usually had for such a normal day was wearing thin. Very, very thin. So it should be completely understandable when the good doctor snapped.
It was his bloody right to snap from time to time. Normal his ass! This was absolutely intolerable and unbearable.
"Goddamn it, Sherlock!" John shouted furiously, standing in front of the opened fridge. Tapping his foot impatiently, he waited for an answer or better yet for the named person to step into the kitchen. No reply. No Sherlock came.
"Get you lazy ass here. Now!" he growled the last part. John's voice was commanding and the consulting detective had learned that it was better to hurry up when John used that tone on him. The first time Sherlock had heard this tone was after he had accidentally burned a few of John's jumpers. One experiment hasn't quite gone as planned and they had unexpectedly
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I'm at work Sherlock.
I'm aware of your location.
I mean I'm busy.....
No you're on break.
That's beside the point. I could be busy.
But you're not. And I'm bored.
So do an experiment or something.
So drop by Bart's and ask Molly for something. I'm sure she would love to see you.
Yes. But I'd rather not see her.
That's not nice Sherlock.
No it isn't. But why is that relevant?
Why do I bother?
Bother with what?
Nothing. Never mind.
John have you ever thought about us in a romantic sense?
Where the hell did that come from?!
Ms. Hudson just came up. Made a comment about the two of us being so sweet together when she saw I was texting you at the clinic. Everyone else seems to think of us as more than friends.Just curious.
Oh. Well yeah. I suppose.
And I think it sounds
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Sherlock are you busy?
No. Aren't you?
No. Light day.
So you can text me while you're working, but I can't text you?
You do text me.
Yes, but it bothers you.
You act like it does.
That's because it should bother me.
I don't follow.
I have question for you.
I know what you meant.
Good. What's your question?
What should we call ourselves now that we're together?
John and Sherlock.
Or perhaps Johnlock. If you're the sort for couple names. Frankly I think they're ridiculous.
I mean with other people. How should I introduce you?
As a genius.
Right. Sorry. As your boyfriend then.
But that's so common. Everyone has a boyfriend.
You know what I mean. It just doesn't fit us. To pedestrian.
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You still haven't given me an answer.
An answer to what?
Don't play the fool.
I'm not playing anything.
So you are a fool?
It's a fair question.
It is not, you tosser.
You can answer "No". I won't be offended.
Answer "No" to what?
Really John, we went over this yesterday afternoon.
I was at work yesterday afternoon!
Not my fault you weren't listening.
I don't have super-human hearing!
Would you just ask me again?
You know I dislike repeating myself.
Well I can't answer if you don't ask.
But I've already asked.
Keep this up and I'll just answer "No" to end the conversation.
That's unfortunate. It makes perfectly logical sense.
What makes logical sense?
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You should have come with us!
You know I don't enjoy noise, crowds and idiotic behavior. Pubs are prolific in all three.
Your no fun.
Don't you mean "You're"?
You're intoxicated aren't you?
Nop. Well maybe a tadd.
Tad only has one D. And I'm assuming you meant 'Nope'? Obviously incorrect.
You've mentioned that before.
Ive just noticed that its true in boht meanings of the wrod. You act like a smart-arse and you've got a smatr lloking arse.
Was that supposed to be a compliment? Because it lost its charm amidst the third spelling error.
Whats smoeothing I've ever done?
Whats somthing I h
The Wedding Part 2 - To Have and To HoldThey break off a few moments before the cab pulls up to the large brick building.The Wedding Part 2 - To Have and To Hold in Short Stories More Like This
John attempts to flatten his hair back into place from where Sherlock had enthusiastically carded his hands through it, tugging it in all different directions.
Sherlock snorts at his attempts "I don't care what your hair looks like."
"Well I do. I'd like to look respectable in the pictures. The last thing I want is for Harry to say 'Got yourself some action before the wedding, didn't you Johnny?' when I show her the pictures."
Sherlock's mouth twists into a smirk "If you call that action John..." he started, drawling his voice slightly, knowing it speaks to an entirely different piece of John's anatomy than those related to audio reception.
"Don't start." John warns, doing his best to picture something off-putting as he feels himself already heating up beneath Sherlock's mischievous gaze. Recalling his drinking and Mycroft's embarrassing escort home the night before does the trick.
By the time they exit t
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Are you awake?
Sherlock? What's wrong? Where are you?
In my room.
Oh. Is something wrong?
Yes. I'm cold.
Well it is snowing outside
You texted me at 3:30 to tell me you're cold?
3:27. And yes.
Get a blanket!
Won't work. I need another source of heat generation.
Do you expect me buy you a heater?
Don't be ridiculous. I want you to be my heater.
You want me to sleep with you?
No. I want you to come stand in the room so that the heat generated from you body helps to raise the overall temperature.
Are you serious?!
It's called sarcasm John.
Oh. Right. Well it's too early for sarcasm and I'm too tired.
Too tired to sleep with me? I wasn't implying anything.
Too tired for sarcasm.
Oh. Right. Sorry
Are you coming?
Why should I?
I just told you - I'm cold!
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I'm not sure why I'm doing this. Writing like it's a letter I mean. You won't ever read it. Hopefully no one ever reads it since I'm writing it in my journal.
Is it stupid to still have a journal at my age? I don't really know and I didn't think about it when I bought it and started writing in it. I mean, there are so many things I want to say out loud but I never do because I can't or because they won't come out right - but I have to get it down somehow so I guess this is the next best thing.
But all of that really isn't the point. The point is I have a lot of things floating around in my head that I want to tell you but I don't because it's not really right and it's not really fair and I know that may not make much sense but maybe you'll understand when I write more.
I know I could tell you everything I'm going to write down and you'd listen patiently until I got it all out and all right and you'd smile and nod even if you thought I sounded like an idiot or something.
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Where are you?
Well that's not vague at all
Sarcasm is not appreciated when I'm working
And what are you working on?
Trying to determine the origin of a specific greeting card
A greeting card is important to a case?
Yes, as the killer sent it to the victim.
So why do you need to find out where it's from?
Because we need to pull security footage to get a visual on him.
Oh. Don't suppose there's any chance of you leaving it until tomorrow and coming home?
Certainly not. Will you ever stop asking stupid questions?
Nope. I enjoy annoying you too much
That explains a lot.
Like why you are texting me when I'm busy. You know I dislike being disturbed; it breaks my concentration.
Actually I'm texting you because we're supposed to have dinner tonight. You know, real food. At a restaurant.
I don't recall those plans.
That's because I
The Wedding Part 3 - Cheers!Mrs. Hudson insists that they stop outside the cafe and take a few photos in front a small tree that was planted for landscaping. They acquiesce and loop their arms around one-another's waists.The Wedding Part 3 - Cheers! in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock despises having his picture taken, but he manages a polite smile. John has a ridiculous grin that he can't wipe from his face. Mrs. Hudson snaps away on the digital camera they'd gotten her for Christmas until Sherlock finally gets tired of it all and walks out of frame.
"Sherlock! I wasn't done." she reprimands, gesturing for him to go back.
"You've gotten at least a dozen photographs of us in the same position. If none of those are to your satisfaction then I suggest you find a professional photographer to handle it." he retorts with a dismissive gesture.
"I want pictures of you with the wedding party." she insisted, lightly shoving Mike, Molly and Lestrade in the direction of the tree.
They formed a group, with Mike on the far end, Molly, then John, an empty space for Sherlock, and L
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John where are you?
At the clinic. Why?
I think there's something wrong with Sherlock.
What happened? Where are you?
Calm down. Nothing like that.
Oh. What's going on then?
He just invited me to dinner.
And called me Greg.
That was my reaction too.
I don't even know what to say.
Neither did I.
God, this is so bizarre.
You're telling me.
I wonder what's going on.
Think it might be an experiment or something?
Not likely. I doubt he'd learn anything by taking you to dinner.
Never can tell with him.
That's true. Exactly what did he say? Might help me figure this out.
"Greg, since your wife is at her mother's why don't you join John and I for dinner tonight? There's a lovely Italian restaurant we frequent."
Well he does get to eat there for free. If it makes you feel better.
It does actually.
Sherlock x John Part 1Shaking with shock, but trying desperately to hide it from his keen eyed companion, John Watson glanced at Sherlock, his long stride easily putting distance between them before Sherlock would glance back and casually slow his pace to match John's shorter one. John clenched his jaw to stop it from trembling and clenched his hands into fists. His pace slowed as he remembered what had just occured not that long ago...Sherlock x John Part 1 in Profiles More Like This
Sherlock x John Part 3John woke up in a good mood. Which was probably because of the one and only Sherlock Holmes in his bed. A smile stretched across his face. It was quite rare to see Sherlock sleeping. He was probably exhausted after his fight with the suspect...Sherlock x John Part 3 in Profiles More Like This
Sherlock's face was so relaxed and peaceful and... so innocent. His curls were a mess and John noticed that his hand was still tangled in Sherlock's curls. He flexed his hand, wincing when his hand cramped. He gently withdrew his hand and gently stretched it.
Yawning, he looked at the time and groaned when he saw that it was only 5am. He knew that he had no hope of going back to sleep, so he thought about what he should do. He could stay here and watch Sherlock sleep, or he could get up and go shopping. He could get some of Sherlock's favourite tea...
Nodding decisively, John slowly withdrew his legs and let go of Sherlock's hand. John froze when Sherlock frowned, reaching out. Thinking fast, John grabbed a pillow and gave it to Sherlock, who cu
Sherlock x John Part 2John Watson was doing what he thought he would never do. Hold hands with Sherlock Holmes. Unable to keep the grin off of his face, John turned his head to the side so that Sherlock wouldn't get too smug.Sherlock x John Part 2 in Profiles More Like This
Then he remembered the huge love bite Sherlock had given him. John's grin dropped and a scowl replaced it. He turned his head and glared at Sherlock, who was looking in the opposite direction from him. He opened his mouth to yell at Sherlock, but the consulting detective sighed heavily and looked directly into John's eyes. "OK, so I bit you. And gave you a huge love bite. Who cares?" Sherlock groaned.
John was just about to tell Sherlock exactly 'who cares', but, once again, Sherlock cut him off before he could start. He leaned down to whisper in John's ear, his hot breath sending shivers of pleasure through John's being. "Besides, we both know you enjoyed it," he whispered.
John face flushed from embarassment, and Shelock, obviously enjoying John's embarassment, started nibbling light
Sherlock x John Part 7When John woke up that morning and went down stairs, Sherlock was sitting on the couch, wrapped in a thick doona, sniffling. Alarmed, John rushed over to him. "Are you alright, Sherlock?" he asked, worriedly, pressing his wrist to Sherlock's forehead.Sherlock x John Part 7 in Profiles More Like This
Sherlock swatted his hand away. "Don't be daft John. I am perfectly alright," he responded, his voice sounding thick.
"Sherlock! You've got a fever; you have to go back to bed, no buts, doctor's orders. I'll call the clinic; tell them I'm taking the day off. Now, up to bed with you, I'll be with you in a sec with a nice hot cup of tea," John fussed, shooing Sherlock away.
Grumbling, Sherlock complied, complaining all the way. Well, he wouldn't be Sherlock if he didn't.
Grinning, John picked up his cell and dialled the office, praying Sarah wouldn't be there. He started fixing Sherlock some tea as he did so. "Hello, Sarah speaking. How may I help you?" Sarah answered politely.
"Ah, hello Sarah, John here. Just wanted to let you
Sherlock x John Part 6John slowly walked downstairs after getting dressed, the same question pounding through his head though he tried to ignore it; why hadn't Sherlock come and slept in bed with him?Sherlock x John Part 6 in Profiles More Like This
He shook his head irritably, already in a bad mood. Apparently he couldn't get a good night's sleep without Sherlock, which made him annoyed at himself and sink deeper into his bad mood. He skipped his tea, and grabbed his jumper, storming past Sherlock and straight down the stairs. His bad mood deepened even more when all the cabs ignored him, forcing him to walk.
He arrived late with a massive headache, and Sarah was being rude and unhelpful. His clients are were whiny and annoying. Sarah made him stay after work to do paperwork at which point he was ready to shoot something. Even that blasted smiley face on the wall.
His patience was wearing thin as he entered the flat at 7pm, and then remembered he had to go out with Greg. He marched straight up to his room and changed into something nice. He shaved, for h
Sherlock x John Part 4John sighed, closing his eyes briefly before opening them again and looking straight at Mycroft. "What about Sherlock and I?" He asked wearily, not really in the mood to deal with him.Sherlock x John Part 4 in Profiles More Like This
"As his older brother, I feel that it is my duty to warn you of the consequences if you happen to break Sherlock's heart," Mycroft stated, completely serious.
John knew he was being serious, but the words sounded strange coming out of Mycroft's mouth. "I know that is how you feel, Mycroft, but I think that it is none of your business what Sherlock and I do. Besides, Sherlock is old enough to kill me himself if I happen to break his heart, which I have no wish to do," John stated, lifting an eye brow at Mycroft.
"I know that is so, John, but just know that I will be watching. And if you do any wrong to my brother, accidental or not, it will be me you will face," he threatened.
John bristled at the threat was just about to tell Mycroft exactly what he thought, but the door opened and
Sherlock x John Part 8After John had relieved himself, he had come back and found Sherlock in a deep sleep. At first he hadn't been worried his fever had gone down and he wasn't coughing or sniffing anymore, but he hadn't woken up.Sherlock x John Part 8 in Profiles More Like This
Worried, John stayed awake all night, ignoring his thirst and instead eating the cookies Harry had made. A few times, he almost fell asleep, but caught himself. Sherlock didn't wake up the next day either. Feeling a bit panicked, John decided that if he hadn't woken up by the night, he would call Mycroft.
When night came and went, John reached for his phone and called Mycroft, anxious. "Hello? Mycroft? Yes, it's John. It's about Sherlock, he went to sleep after you left and hasn't woken up yet, I'm getting worried," John said; his anxiety evident in his voice.
"I'll be right over," Mycroft said, his voice sounding drawn.
"And can you please get me some water?" John asked a second before Mycroft hung up.
Sighing, John reached out and cradled Sherlock's face in hi
Sherlock x John Part 5Regretfully, John had to go to work. He was more reluctant than usual, not just because he had to see his ex. But because he had to give up his time with Sherlock. Sighing, he grabbed his coat and left, glancing once more at Sherlock who was so deep in thought if John had said anything, he wouldn't have noticed.Sherlock x John Part 5 in Profiles More Like This
Sherlock's strange drink had helped his headache, but he had thrown up a couple of times before all the alcohol was out of his system. Glancing at his watch, he noticed that if he took a cab, he would be early and have to sit in an awkward silence with Sarah while they waited for customers. Shrugging, he started walking, enjoying the crisp morning air.
It was around seven o'clock at night when John finally got off work. It had been a hectic day with lots of customers, and John was exhausted. He was starving, tired, and his leg and injured arm was aching.
He knew Sherlock wouldn't have made dinner, so he grabbed some Chinese for both of them and continued walking stiffly
Sherlock x John Part 22Eyes opening, John sighed as he realised he was still tiny.Sherlock x John Part 22 in Profiles More Like This
Stretching out on his pillow, John hopped off the bed, gasping a little at the impact and walked through the open bedroom door.
Climbing down the stairs was difficult and time consuming, but John didn't want Sherlock to have to trudge up and down the stairs each time.
Huffing, out of breath, John walked into the living room, and was surprised to find Sherlock not there. Walking into the kitchen, Sherlock wasn't there either.
Beginning to panic, John called out to him.
Hearing no response, John bit his lip, wondering where Sherlock had gone.
Slow footsteps came up the stairs and John froze. He recognised them a second before he heard the high-pitched male voice.
"Oh, Johnny boy~! I know your in here!"
Feet slipping slightly on the floor, John dived under the couch and pressed himself against the chair leg as the footsteps entered the room.
"Did you miss me, Johnny boy? I thought you might call," Moriarty's voice taunted him, th
Sherlock x John Part 10When John woke he was feeling better than he had in a long time. He opened his eyes and was surprised to find no Sherlock in bed. Frowning, he licked his lips (a bad habit of his) and sat up, rubbing his eyes.Sherlock x John Part 10 in Profiles More Like This
The sheets beside him crinkled, and he turned his head, seeing a folded piece of paper. He reached out and grabbed it, he glanced at the door and unfolded it.
'Dear Johnny boy,
Did you miss me? I know I missed you. Why don't you come to the café at 10 and you and I can have a little chat.
John frowned; the handwriting was bugging him. There was something about it, but he just couldn't place it. He glanced at the clock it was only 9am. He shook his head, what a big sleep in, and got up. He went over to the bathroom and had a shower, cleaning himself up after last night.
He walked into the kitchen in a pair of fresh clothes and saw Sherlock sitting on the couch, clearly thinking. "Tea?" John asked as he walked past, wondering how to tell Sherlock about the note.
ExperimentJohn?Experiment in Short Stories More Like This
I need you to come get me...
They won't let me leave.
Why not? What did you do?!
I'm too drunk.
Ha! You?! Drunk?! There's a new one!
Ok, ok, I'm sorry. I'll be right there.
The pub on the corner right?
Would you stop laughing at me?
After all the times I picked you up from this pub!!
I'm almost there.
John walked over to Sherlock who was sitting at the counter. John greeted the bar tender, took Sherlock's wrist, and helped him stand.
"I can -walk- John!" Sherlock hissed, pulling his wrist out of John's grasp.
And he seemed to be right. He lead the way out the exit and looked up and down the street. Something about Sherlock, being drunk never affected him. He could talk perfectly fine, walk perfectly straight, think perfectly annoyingly as always... The only thing the alcohol may do to him is ge
A Week Without John"Morning Sherlock." John said as he entered the kitchen in his robe and opened the fridge.A Week Without John in Short Stories More Like This
Arms wrapped around John's waist as Sherlock's chin rested on his shoulder. John froze, hand half wrapped around the milk.
"Good morning." Sherlock smiled.
Sherlock's hand was wrapped around the belt that held John's robe closed. He pulled it slightly till the knot was threatening to fall apart, revealing John's body underneath.
"May I, John?" Sherlock asked biting John's ear.
John moaned and giggled, closing his eyes. Sherlock pulled the string a little more, almost having it fall apart.
Did Sherlock know?
The knot broke and the robe fell open, revealing John's body and boxers. As the cold breeze hit his skin, he gasped.
"Sherlock... Is this because I'm... ohhhh..." Sherlock bit John's neck then stopped.
"You're what?" Sherlock asked slowly.
John sighed, upset that he interrupted what could have been a great time, and closed the fridge door. He turned towards Sherlock.
"Sherlock... Read th
Single: Part 12Sherlock hiked up the stairs that lead to thei... his flat in 221B. Without John, this place was nothing short of Hell. Sherlock walked across thei... his flat and opened the cabinet in the kitchen, the whole time avoiding looking at John's old arm chair. The place he had died. Where Sherlock held him his last moments of life. Where Sherlock had kissed the last breath out of him...Single: Part 12 in Short Stories More Like This
Removing a pistol from the cabinet, he strode from the flat, avoiding that chair, and locked the door behind him after leaving a note on the kitchen table.
-I will not be back.-
Sherlock walked the dark streets of London. He knew he could never return to 221B Baker Street, there were too many sad memories that would haunt him of a time, happy with John. A time that can never return, no matter how much he willed it back. Wanted it back. It was all a sad dream now.
Sherlock fingered the pistol in his pocket of John's jumper. He could never take the jumper off, from the simple fact of it
221B Baker Street"Sherlock..." John moaned, his head feeling like it was about to explode.221B Baker Street in Short Stories More Like This
John lay in his bed, a cold sweat running down his face. He had no idea what was wrong, but he knew all he wanted was death... That, and Sherlock.
"Sherlock." John called in a weak, raspy, moaning voice. "Please..."
The door to his room opened and Sherlock froze as he saw his lover, sweating, crying from pain, his skin a ghostly pale, almost transparent, and his eyes were sunken into his skull. Sherlock has never seen John so... Depressed... Upset... Helpless. Sherlock walked over, carefully, to John's bed and sat down next to him. Sherlock took the back of his head and placed it against John's forehead. He was burning up.
"Sherlock..." John moaned in pain.
"I'm here, John, I'm here." Sherlock had no idea what to do. Was John okay? Was he going to be okay?
"Sherlock... do something... For me..."
Sherlock took John's hand. "What? Anything my love."
"Listen to me... Sherlock... Kill me..."
He sat there, shocked. Jo
Watson LockedJohn looked so cute. So peaceful as he slept, his arms crossed over his stomach, his mouth opened just slightly ajar, his breathing deep and gentle, one in a while swallowing and taking a deep, long breath. Sherlock never knew someone could look so at peace. He almost had second thoughts of waking the peaceful solider. But yet, he needed him... Needed to hear him speak, needed to have him hold him, needed to have John's warm lips brush his forehead with a kiss.Watson Locked in Short Stories More Like This
Slowly, Sherlock entered the room.
"John?" He asked softly, still unsure about waking him. "John?" He asked a little louder.
He knew John was a heavy sleeper... But still. He walked over and sat down on the edge of John's bed. As he breathed, he smelled John. Just the light smell in the atmosphere that reminded Sherlock of vanilla and tangerines. He adored that intoxicating smell that was, and always will be, John Watson. -His- John Watson.
He brushed John's soft cheek with his finger and smiled. John's eyes slowly fluttered ope
This is My NoteI am John H. Watson. Ex-army doctor in the Afghanistan War and the only friend to Sherlock Holmes. I was his "live in", his flatmate, his coworker, and his blogger. I was the only one really able to put up with his crazy psychopathic ways and in a way, I ended up bring the one to take care of the lazy bastard.This is My Note in Short Stories More Like This
I owed it to him to put up with his silly little experiments and the random severed body parts in places where we kept our food, the little we had (the register at the store and I don't really get along. One day I will shoot that thing and just walk away...). He saved me from a life after the war, the life I never wanted to live. The life where I felt old and slow, with a limp in a leg I never hurt and a hollowness that only came from loss of interest in... Well... Everything. Each day, I would regret getting up and getting dressed. Each day I would walk the lonely streets of London alone. Each day, I would have my coffee, read the paper, watch crap telly for a few hours, have di
Morning LipsGood morning you." John said cheerfully as he walked out of the kitchen to see Sherlock slumped in his armchair, his feet dangling over the edge and his head propped up on his hand.Morning Lips in Short Stories More Like This
"Hummm?" Sherlock asked, raising his head just enough to look at John. "Oh, Good morn-"
John came up to him and kissed him on the cheek. Sherlock, shocked, sat up a little more and watched as John went over and sat down in the chair across from Sherlock. John smiled, noticing he was staring.
"You okay?" John asked beaming.
"You just..." Sherlock began, then stopped mid-sentence and touched his cheek with his fingertips, smiling. "Yeah." He said. "Yeah. Perfectly fine."
John smiled and started to unfold the newspaper. Sherlock stood, walked over to John, placed his hand on his shoulder and bent down, kissing him on the cheek back. John took a deep breath of contentment as Sherlock pulled his lips away and went into the kitchen.
-Oh Sherlock...- John thought, smiling and touching his cheek. -Today, your cheek
Looks StunningWith John still in the hospital, it was tediously boring and quiet in the flat. It was back to the way it was before John walked into Sherlocks life, and Sherlock hated it. Sherlock never noticed how much he needed John to be with him. He knew that he couldn't live without him, but he never really knew how much it would hurt. Sherlock paced the flat, looking for something to do. Nothing.Looks Stunning in Short Stories More Like This
Slowly, he walked into the kitchen, then towards his bedroom. John's door was slightly opened, unclosed from the rush of the ambulance getting him out of the flat, and Sherlock close behind in a cab. He paused, staring at the door and slowly pushed it open. He gently pushed the door closed behind him and walked into the room fully. Standing next to John's bed, he took a deep breath. That rush of John, vanilla and tangerines. Sherlock laid down on his bed, John's smell surrounding him, then, he took the bed sheet and wrapped himself in it, over his head. He inhaled deeply, breathing John in. Breat
Single: Part 11"Sherlock..?"Single: Part 11 in Short Stories More Like This
Lestrade approached Sherlock carefully. Sherlock sat in the grass, staring at John's grave. The rain has been pouring down since the funeral and Sherlock has been sitting there ever since, his hair plastered to his face and his tux soaked. He was holding John's jumper under his chin, his legs pulled to his chest. It still smelled like John.
"Sherlock..." Lestrade placed a gentle hand on Sherlock's shoulder. He expected him to pull away like he always did, but he didn't, he actually leaned into it slightly. "He's in a better place now..."
"It's not fair..." Sherlock's voice was strangely calm through all his tears. "It's just not fair..."
"I know... He was a great man who deserves to be-"
"It should have been me... If anyone was to die, it should have been me."
"Sherlock... He choose to..."
"Because of me!"
"Sherlock, he's happier now... In a-"
"Don't say a better place..."
Lestrade shook Sherlock's shoulder comfortingly then turned to leave.
"John..?" Sherlock whispered a
True LoveThat look... That smile... That... Touch...True Love in Short Stories More Like This
I can't think of one thing about you that doesn't make me just...
What have you done to me?
Ever since the unforgiving day of our first kiss, I've fallen harder with each passing day... Each passing hour... Each passing second... That I got to spend with or without you. You've been stuck on my mind, and no day soon are you leaving my heart... That you've made clear...
I smile with each word I get from you, even if it's not from your beautiful voice, but just another text off these beautifully blasted cellular devises. ...Stupid technology...
...Stupid beautiful technology...
Your lips are what I've craved for the past few weeks, ever since you've proclaimed your love to me and mine to you.
A day without your beautifully charming smile might as well be a year without happiness to me.
What have you done to me?
Time slowly moves on that clock, hung perfectly in the doctors office above the table. The perfect picture of what a doctor's o
BBC Sherlock: NightmaresThe moment John woke up, he knew something was wrong. He was a light sleeper, courtesy of Afghanistan, so any sign of danger could instantly jolt him wide awake. And now he clearly sensed that his life was hanging by a thread. However, John decided to be cautious and not to make any unnecessary movements, which might provoke an assault. Instead he just opened his eyes slightly and carefully scanned the room shrouded in darkness. Yes, his instinct didn't fail him. There was someone standing at the door. The stranger was motionless, but John could hear him breathing irregularly, as if he just stopped running and tried to calm down. A shadowy, anonymous silhouette, like a monster from children's nightmares.BBC Sherlock: Nightmares in General Fiction More Like This
John felt fear rising in his chest, but years of being a soldier helped him to maintain his cool. His mind started racing, desperately trying to figure out what to do. He thought about the gun he kept in a bedside table's drawer, but he doubt he'd be quick enough to grab it before th
BBC Sherlock: In Bed"I'm dying, John!" Sherlock whined, looking at his flatmate like a sad puppy.BBC Sherlock: In Bed in Humor More Like This
John rolled his eyes.
"No, you're not. You've just got a cold," he explained patiently, pointing his finger at Sherlock to show who was to blame for the whole situation. "I told you not to run around the flat barefooted and only in your dressing gown!"
Sherlock sneezed loudly three times in a row and then huffed with annoyance.
"My head is pounding, I can't think!" He protested while wrinkling his nose in indignation.
John sighed heavily.
"No wonder, you have a high fever. Just stay in bed and wait till the medicines I gave you will kick in."
"I won't, staying in bed is boring!" Sherlock stated defiantly, sat up and folded his arms on his chest.
"Sherlock, lie down!" A note of warning could be heard in John's voice. He used that tone to his most problematic patients at the hospital.
"No!" Holmes pouted like a stubborn child, ostentatiously not looking at John.
"Lie. Down." John repeated more force
Sherlock BBC: The Meowing ProblemSensing that it was John, who was coming home and not someone else, didn't prove a challenge to the great Sherlock Holmes. Doctor Watson had this very specific way of opening the front door, unique pace of climbing the stairs and breathing pattern that somehow felt soothing. But Sherlock, sitting in his armchair and browsing through a newspaper, knew that something was different today. All those little habits of John's were slightly altered. Perhaps due to the rain that kept falling incessantly for the whole day. Whatever the reason, Sherlock was mildly intrigued. Something was afoot.Sherlock BBC: The Meowing Problem in Romance More Like This
"Hello, John," he said casually, eyes fixed on John.
"Hello, Sherlock," John replied quickly and hurried to the kitchen, clearly trying to avoid the attention of his flatmate. Obviously, that had quite the opposite effect, especially when a muffled "meow" could be heard coming from the general direction of John.
"John?" Sherlock asked with misleading calmness.
"Yes?" The water was dripping from him as if
BBC Sherlock: Eight days a weekJust an ordinary morning like many before. Sherlock was sprawled on the couch in his dressing gown, browsing through the newspaper and John was bustling about the kitchen, making breakfast for both of them. He was convinced that if he left Sherlock in charge of his own nourishment, the man would simply die of starvation. A bit not good for the world and for John, so he accepted grudgingly the role of the detective's dietician.BBC Sherlock: Eight days a week in Romance More Like This
Something was different that day, though. A characteristic melody came in through the slightly opened kitchen window, breaking the silence that normally permeated the flat at this hour. One of the neighbours was listening loudly to the radio while tinkering with his car.
John smiled to himself, putting the kettle on. He recognised the song immediately, even though it wasn't in English. He had heard it so many times that he knew the lyrics by heart. John didn't plan this, he just started to sing along casually.
"Au soleil, sous la pluie, ą midi ou ą minuit, il
BBC Sherlock: W kinieO Sherlocku Holmesie można było powiedzieć wiele rzeczy, ale na pewno nie to, że jest ekspertem w dziedzinie miłości i randkowania. Obszar ten wciąż pozostawał dla niego niezgłębioną tajemnicą, mimo że jakiś czas temu jego przyjaźń z doktorem Watsonem przemieniła się w coś więcej. Sherlock, jak zawsze w momentach niedostatku własnej wiedzy, konsultował się z ekspertem. Tym razem, papierowym. Detektyw leżał rozwalony leniwie na kanapie i z uwagą studiował nowy numer Bravo Girl". Przeglądanie tego typu pisemek stało się jego nowym hobby, ku wielkiej rozpaczy Johna. Zwykle bowiem padał ofiarą tyleż romantycznych, co ekscentrycznych eksperymentów Sherlocka zainspirowanych miłosnymi poradami dla nastolatek.BBC Sherlock: W kinie in Romance More Like This
Tematem numer jeden obecnego wydania magazynu było podbijanie serca wybranka. Co ciekawe, wed
Sherlock BBC: Cinema dateMany things could have been said about Sherlock Holmes, but surely nobody would call him an expert in the fields of love and dating. Those subjects remained an unsolvable riddle to him, even though his friendship with doctor Watson had changed not so long ago into something more. Sherlock, as always when in doubt, decided to consult a specialist for additional information. The paper specialist.Sherlock BBC: Cinema date in Romance More Like This
The detective was sprawled across the couch in a lazy pose, browsing intently through the newest issue of "Cosmopolitan" which became recently a hobby of his, much to John's dismay, since he usually fell victim to Sherlock's experiments that were as romantic as they were eccentric.
The main topic of the magazine (apart from a guide how to choose a fitting pair of high heels to your miniskirt) was how to win your crush's heart. According to the author of the article, the best way to do it was to go on an exciting date to the cinema. Sherlock found it really peculiar movies always seemed re
BBC Sherlock: Take my love, take my land...John walked slowly through the cemetery, thinking how lifeless the world looked today. The sky was ashen, painted in a dull, homogeneous shade of grey. There were no sounds, no birds chirping, no beeping of horns, nothing. Only John's steady footsteps on a gravel path were resonating in the absolute silence of the necropolis. The air seemed stale and heavy like in a room that hadn't been opened for years. No trace of wind among the graphite leaves, no gentle blows to ease the pain and chase away all the undesirable thoughts. John wished it was raining. Or storming. It's always easier when the sky at least pretends to weep with you. Instead, the whole place seemed to be wrapped in a shroud, waiting apathetically for its funeral.BBC Sherlock: Take my love, take my land... in Romance More Like This
John finally stopped and tried to shake off his melancholic observations, knowing how irrational they were. Sherlock would probably have a field day if he only knew. If.
"It's been three years already, " said John thoughtfully, staring at the tombstone adorned
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 about 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
BBC Sherlock AU: BohemienParis is indeed splendid. Doctor John Watson thought to himself as he was strolling on a boulevard right next to the Seine. Weather was certainly more pleasant here than in England all sunny, with occasional white cloud puffs blowing across the blue sky.BBC Sherlock AU: Bohemien in Romance More Like This
John was really glad that he had accepted an invitation to a medical conference, which took place in the capital of France two days ago, and decided to stay in the city for a whole week. A well-deserved vacation, he repeated inwardly with satisfaction. And the hotel was just marvellous.
He glanced mildly intrigued at bookstalls lined up on both sides of the path, but he brought himself to heel and averted his gaze. He wasn't here to browse through musty novels, his purpose was far more important. Or so he hoped, filled with doubt.
It was still relatively early, so the gas lanterns weren't lit. John, however, wished that the darkness could come and engulf him, hiding from prying eyes of other people. As a doctor and a gent
BBC Sherlock: The Ghost of YouOctober 31, Halloween. Just another day, another empty date in the calendar. All days were the same since Sherlock had died. John woke up, took a shower, went to work, returned from work, sat idly while staring blankly at the wall, took shower again, went to bed. Stuck in a loop. Dull, tedious, predictable, unbearable.BBC Sherlock: The Ghost of You in Drama More Like This
The stupor and ennui weren't all that bad, though. They helped John to distance himself, to switch his mind off, not to think about what he had lost and how hollow, how broken he felt. Nothing could change his miserable state. His friends' efforts to help him move on were all in vain. John noticed the grinning jack-o'-lantern that Mrs Hudson had put on the table in the faint hope to cheer him up, but the doctor didn't care. Not anymore. He closed his eyes slowly, sinking in Sherlock's armchair. Oh God, how he missed him...
He still could hear Sherlock in his head. The man's deep voice, magnetic eyes, distracting cheekbones, his lean figure, his dark, curly hair
Caring / Chapter 3 Mycroft x reader“Asshole.”Caring / Chapter 3 Mycroft x reader in General Fiction More Like This
“Watch your mouth, young lady.”
“You left me outside in the freezing cold and rain. Mycroft will kill you when he finds out about this, you know.” You glared at the jerk across the room from under your thick blankets, still shivering. Of course, Mr. Smarty-Ass-Pants over there wasn't willing to help. Wait til Mycroft gets home.
“It was an experiment, (Name). I had to leave you out there.” Was his smug reply.
“What kind of an idiot doesn't know that you get sick after being stuck in the cold without the proper attire?”
Sherlock had a quick look of hurt before it was gone again and replaced by a smirk. “That wasn't the experiment.”
“Whatever. Just bring me tea.”
“Fine.” And so he did as was told, for once, and brought you tea. He sat beside you with an intense gaze, watching your every move. It was a little frustrating. Why the hell couldn't he just leave you alone? You were already
Caring / Chapter 2 Mycroft x Reader“Apologise!”Caring / Chapter 2 Mycroft x Reader in General Fiction More Like This
“Sherlock Holmes, if you do not apologise right now, I will not be afraid to punish you.”
“You know I would.”
“With the stick?”
“You think I still have that after all these years?”
He looked at you with a knowing face, arms crossed defiantly over his chest.
“Yes, I still have it.”
With a huff, the younger Holmes turned to the cake covered Mycroft and mumbled out an apology.
“Say it louder.”
He turned to you with a desperate expression. You knew how much this tortured the male, but you couldn't help it. Not only was it fun, but Mycroft seriously deserved the apology. Who experiments on cake? It should be an unspoken rule never to do that. It is rude and disrespectful to the delicious treat.
“I am sorry...for making...the cake..explode. There. Happy, (Name)?”
“Quite,” you pressed a quick kiss to Sherlock's cheek before layi
Caring / Chapter 5 Mycroft x reader“She's missing.”Caring / Chapter 5 Mycroft x reader in General Fiction More Like This
“Perhaps she has decided to go ho-”
“And leave all of her belongings behind? Do not lie to me, Sherlock Holmes. Where is (Name)?”
He hesitated. No, he didn't know where you were. But he had an inkling you wouldn't be coming back anytime soon. Women with (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes had been disappearing off the streets lately. And it just so happened he had upset you and made you leave. It has been two days since they last saw you. The odds of you being safe were slim to none.
“It wasn't my fault.”
“Of course it was!” Mycroft spat at his brother, anger boiling in his veins. “SHE'S GONE. And it is all YOUR FAULT. Why did she leave that night? What did you do to her?”
“Don't get angry at me! I was only trying to protect you both.”
“Protect us from what? Each other? Do you not understand how long it has taken me to get this close to her? Obviously, you don't. And now she's gone.
Caring / Chapter 9 Mycroft x reader“She's sleeping. Don't bother her, Sherlock.”Caring / Chapter 9 Mycroft x reader in General Fiction More Like This
“Yes, but she is grimacing. It is obvious she's laying wrong on her wound. She needs to be moved.”
Mycroft dropped his head with a mute sigh, rubbing the corner of his eye. As he went to open his mouth, you shot up with a wince.
“I told you.”
You eased your way back down with minimal hissing, but very shaky breathing from the pain in your abdomen. Sherlock covered you over with the blanket, eyes running from your face down to your toes. You knew exactly what he was doing.
“Not now, Sherlock. I'm tired.”
“You've been sleeping for over ten hours.”
You covered your ears, burying your face in the pillow. “Shhhh. I was stabbed to death, remember?”
“Four weeks ago. Except you spent three of those weeks in the hospital.”
“It takes a while for a person to heal.”
“But that doesn't mean you need to sleep excessively. You've been doing that for the pa
Caring / Chapter 6 Mycroft x reader“Aris Fletcher. Married. Two kids. And we were so close this time..” Lestrade mumbled, eyes locked on the body bag that was being escorted away from the scene.Caring / Chapter 6 Mycroft x reader in General Fiction More Like This
Sherlock crossed his arms over his chest, quietly scanning over the area where they found her. It was such a busy place he was surprised no one had seen a stabbed woman being dragged into a building and tucked away in one of the empty rooms.
Lestrade had received the note earlier that day. It said, “Cold and alone, far away from home. And yet, I like it here. My view is wonderful of the eye that goes round and round, that never stops until we're done.”
Even Lestrade knew the general area of which this woman was left. Everyone was sent off into groups, each taking a section of area to find the wounded female. But it was when Mycroft called Sherlock with his intel that the man yanked Lestrade by his shoulder and dragged him to commercial building that was being renovated.
She was found alive, but it
Caring / Chapter 7 Mycroft x readerLight. Too much of it. Close. Much more bearable.Caring / Chapter 7 Mycroft x reader in General Fiction More Like This
You could hear voices. Was that Sherlock? Mycroft? Someone else.. a voice you didn't recognize.
Was there someone poking your arm? What was that annoying beeping noise?
Your fingers twitched in protest of the sharp feeling and the room went silent.
The light still wasn't very welcoming so you kept your eyes screwed shut. That voice definitely belonged to Mycroft. It held a tint of relief in it. Had something happened? Now that that was thought of, where were you? Wait. Poking your arm. Constant beeping. You were in the hospital, but why?
“Take it easy,” that was a woman, nurse maybe? “You've been asleep for a long while. We're glad you're back with us.”
“Do not lie to her, “ Sherlock. “Tell her what has really transpired. She's been in a coma.”
“Mr. Holmes, if you could please be quiet.” The nurse seemed irritated, though, that did not surprise
Caring / Chapter 10 Mycroft x readerThis is it. This is happening. Your first official and very real date with Mycroft. Usually with first dates, you wouldn't be as nervous and excited as you are now. None of those dates were the same. This dinner with Mycroft was special. Why? You are already in love him unlike the men of the past.Caring / Chapter 10 Mycroft x reader in General Fiction More Like This
No awkward questions to get to know each other. No weird silent periods. Don't have to worry about embarrassing yourself while eating. None of the original rules that apply will matter because it was Mycroft and you.
Currently, you were in Sherlock's room after kicking him out, anxiously tugging at different ends of the dress. Your heels sat at the end of the bed becoming a little more daunting after each time you passed the shoes while pacing. You had left your (h/c) hair down with only a small pin in to hold some of the hair back. You applied a very neutral eye-makeup and wore a light shade of lipstick. The dress was simple, which kept you thinking that maybe it was too simple and Mycroft w
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Mycroft was especially pleasant now that you were in a relationship. Sherlock, though, was still a child. He often whined when Mycroft took you out every other evening. Both Mycroft and you were on quite the high, always sneaking glances and smiles. But it was just the beginning of the fun.
The third month of your dating was the time for new treasures. A necklace with a charm you scolded Mycroft for. A stunning new evening gown. Earrings later bought to match the necklace. Even if the spoiling was being enjoyed, it did not mean that he needed to spend money on you. You were already living with him. And the special dinners were more than enough. But nothing was better than the time spent with him. No amount of material things could amount to the companionship with Mycroft.
Mycroft helped you find work. Everything was finally coming together. You were finally able to settle and now you could call this place home.
Caring / Chapter 8 Mycroft x readerQuiet. That's what the flat was for the past few days. Sherlock was quite eager to bring you home and now that you were, you kind of missed the hospital. There were people there to talk to even when the boys would leave. Now that you were here, shuffling about the flat to either pee or make tea, because those are the only necessary reasons to get up, you felt bored and useless.Caring / Chapter 8 Mycroft x reader in General Fiction More Like This
Sherlock was off on a case and you knew better than to ask if you could help just so you could spare yourself his 'are-you-stupid' face. And Mycroft was out as well, surely busy with whatever meeting he had been mumbling about before he left.
But, he did give you a soft kiss on the forehead as he went to go. Though he still had yet to explain his knuckle kisses from the hospital, the affections were enough to keep you patient. Even if it was mildly irritating not knowing for sure. You had a few speculations. Actually, just one. There was an inkling in your head that was telling you, you were right and it made yo
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But did you ever wonder why they thought so? What made them who they are? Or, shall it be said who made them who they are now?
A look into the past will give the answer that everyone is striving for.
(Name) is the reason for such an occurrence. For the strong men known now.
But how? What could this (Name) possibly have done?
Sherlock stared at the door from the chair in his small flat that he shared with his brother. You would be arriving soon. And by soon, he meant four minutes.
Mycroft was out, presumably, obtaining your favourite flowers. You always were Mycroft's favourite. Childhood friend to the Holmes'. The only one to truly be able to handle them, really. Everyone else was scared off. You, though, found interest in the pair.
“Knock knock!” His head snapped to the clock. Five minutes. You were late. With a s
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"Oh…yes!" Sherlock shouted, clapping his hands together and smiling triumphantly. "Of course he would do that, he can't help but gain back the confidence he feels that he's lost from the castration so–oh yes! It all makes so much sense!"
"Sherlock! What makes sense?" Lestrade said, raising his voice in the hopes of shaking Sherlock from his excited daze.
"Collins is going to the place where it all happened. To him it's symbolic justice."
"Which is where…?" John asked, looking at Lestrade, equally bewildered by Sherlock's epiphany.
"Oh for God's sake. Have none of you been paying attention? The Tube!"
Lestrade's eyes widened and he immediately whipped his mobile from his pocket.
"I need a team at the South Kensington Tube station immediately. Yeah. It's urgent. We've got a embezzling murderer hiding out there, waiting for his next victim. Go. Hurry. I'll meet you there." He turned to Sherlock. "Any further tips on where to look?"
Sherlock scoffed. "Believe me. Not an
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"Honestly John, it's really quite simple."
"No, Sherlock! It's not 'quite simple!'"
"Of the two human beings in this room, which one is more able to make a well-informed and intelligent decision on the difficulty of a certain task?"
"I really think there's only one human being in this room: me. But in any case I should cause I'm normal."
Sherlock scoffed. "Ugh. Boring. Now try it again."
"Sherlock, my fingers are tired. I seriously can't play anymore. My fingers are going to start bleeding and I'm going to get an infection."
"Are you insinuating something about the cleanliness of my bow?"
"Actually, maybe I am." John set the violin down on the armchair. "You've come home soaked in blood before."
"Pig's blood." Sherlock murmured.
"As if that makes it alright!" John shouted, throwing his hands up in defeat. "How am I supposed to know what sort of rubbish gets on your bow?" He crossed the room, desperate to get away from the world's most aggravating flatmate, and let himself fall onto the
Always Look at the Hands"Always look at the hands first, John."Always Look at the Hands in Romance More Like This
That's what he had told him once. He didn't know if John had paid any attention to it, but it was one of his sure-fire methods of deduction. After observing one's hands, you were then to examine the cuffs of their clothing, their trousers, and then the trainers or boots.
One quiet night at Baker Street, John had been lying on the couch reading, but only after an hour or so had dozed off and the book had slumped onto his chest. Sherlock had come into the room, looking for something, but he lost the thought (a rare occurrence for him) when he saw John. Looking so peaceful. He knew that everyone looked peaceful when they slept, but still, he couldn't help but walk over to the couch and just look at him, and after a few minutes, he kneeled beside him to look closer. He took in everything. The way John's breath was deep and how his chest rose and fell, how his hands still held the book, how every once in a while he would swallow and take a de
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John's eyebrows furrowed; Sherlock was pushy, no doubt about that, but there was something odd about this. John knew urgency when he heard it, and he heard it in Sherlock's text.
OK. I'm at the store. I just have a few more things.
He put it back in his pocket and went back to looking for his crisps. Literally two seconds later his pocket pinged again.
Leave the bloody shopping. Come home *now.* - SH
John didn't even think twice. He left his basket in the middle of the aisle and ran out of the store and into the rain. What had been dark and foreboding skies when he entered the store were now horrendous buckets of rain, but since he didn't have any food to carry, he decided to walk. (He knew that it would take longer to try and get a cab, seeing as everyone else was trying to, and even if he managed to get one the rain would just delay his arrival even more). He could always just change clothes when he
Hot Showers"Sherlock? I'm more than willing to play alongseriously, by all means, keep goingbut I have to ask"Hot Showers in Romance More Like This
Sherlock merely purred and John had to shake his head a little to clear his thoughts. Though he certainly wasn't arguing with his current positionpinned against a wall underneath Sherlockhe was understandably confused.
"Are you feeling alright? I mean, I've only just"
"Gotten out of a very hot shower. So hot in fact, that you didn't put on your robe, only a towel to cover your lower half."
"And so hot, that even a minute and 20 seconds later I can still see that your skin is red from where the water scalded youespecially here." Sherlock said, and he pressed his lips to the top of John's shoulder. He smiled when John hummed a mix between a moan and a chuckle. As quick to respond to flirtation as ever, John never had been the blushing, chaste type. Just another thing that Sherlock loved about him: he was quickto catch on an
As You WishSherlock loved John Watson. He couldn't really deny it anymore, and he had to accept the fact that love wasn't all just neurotransmitters and serotonin and a biological desire to create perfect offspring.As You Wish in Romance More Like This
It was real. A state of being. One that overruled anything Sherlock wanted for himself. And although he knew that any other day would be just as good as to show John that he loved him, he knew that John, being the normal man that he was, would at the very least be subconsciously expecting something on a day devoted to love.
But Sherlock Holmes just didn't know what that could be. He, the most brilliant man in England, couldn't think of something worthy of John's appraisal. Of course, there was the cinema, expensive dinners, flowers, overpriced candy…but Sherlock felt disgusted for having merely thought of something so common and vulgar. He couldn't live without the man, the least he could do was to think of something significant and original.
And yet, nothing came. In the week
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Sherlock hated cologne. And perfume for that matter. He found it all fascinating, certainly–what one wished to smell like could only serve to further reflect not only one's personality, but also their insecurities–but he still hated it. He hated how everyone who wore it only seemed to reek of conformity (ironic considering that they were all trying to set themselves apart), of constantly trying to be perfect and smell "nice." And the fact that it obviously didn't work made it quite clear to him that they were all idiots.
But John was different. John never wore cologne or perfume, and it was only on the days that he spent the evening with one of his girlfriends that he smelled any different than usual. Sherlock hated those nights that John would come home smelling like fake watermelon, pungent roses, or an unnatural sweaty musk that smelled like a perfume department doubling as a gym. It made perfect sense for John not to wear any as he had a perfectly lovely scent that didn
Iced Mint"John? What do I smell like?" They were both lying face up on John's bed, with Sherlock's head nestled between John's neck, and John's right arm resting against Sherlock's chest.Iced Mint in Romance More Like This
"Icy." It was the first word that popped into his mind. "You always smell clean. Hang on." John sat up and rolled over so that he was on top of Sherlock, and he nuzzled his neck, taking in a deep breath and Sherlock gave a few small but deep laughs at the sensation.
"Mmmm…" John sighed out in delight. He took in another breath and smiled. He loved that smell–it was unlike anything he'd ever smelled, and he had never really truly understood the meaning of "intoxicating" until he had smelled Sherlock. Come to think of it, there were a lot of things he found intoxicating about Sherlock Holmes. The way his body seemed to be sculpted of marble. His black as night hair that always had a few perfectly formed ringlets. His iridescent eyes. The way his voice deepened when he wanted something. The
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"Sherlock?" John called out into the flat. When he was met with no response, he continued, "So, we've got a guest, who's going to be staying here for a few days."
The box he had picked up off of Park Street seemed to grow heavier in his arms.
"Okay." John heard Sherlock's voice from the kitchen. He must've been in the middle of an experiment, or else he wouldn't have sounded as uninterested. So John, a little relieved that he didn't have to confront Sherlock right at that moment, breathed a sigh of relief, put the box down, and opened it.
It took Sherlock two hours to notice, and whether it was due to Sherlock's intense focus on his experiment or Toby's quiet and docile behavior, John didn't know. But he didn't have to guess about Sherlock's reaction to Toby.
He had taken one look at him and said a definitive, "No," with the look of someone who was greatly vexed that they even had to voice their opinion at an idea so ludicrous.
"I know. We're not keeping him. Relax. I saw the number on
Mondays"God, I hate Mondays." John said, gripping his head, hoping that the pain would subside.Mondays in Romance More Like This
"I've told you time and time again, that if you drank more water on Sunday that this wouldn't happen."
"How much am I supposed to drink, Sherlock? The whole bloody Pacific?" He roared at his flatmate. Pain and patience did not go hand-in-hand.
"Of course not, John." He stared at him with a gravely serious expression. "It's saltwater for one thing. It would be completely ineffective in hydrating you."
John clapped a hand to his forehead in exasperation and immediately regretted it, shutting his eyes when the dull and aching pain in his skull grew. He gave a deep sigh and tried not to shout this time.
"Look…" He paused. "If you can't say anything helpful, will you kindly shut up?"
"Would you like a massage?"
This was such a random and surprising question that John's eyes flew open. For a minute he couldn't respond, instead he just stared at Sherlock with his brow furrowed, unsure if he had hea
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Another long, boring day. Sherlock and John hadn't had a case in over two weeks and the doctor could tell the boredom was beginning to take its toll on the detective. The man would occasionally stand up walk to the door or the window then stop and turn quickly and half run half shuffle over to the other side of the apartment. Twice he had gone to the fridge, opened it, stared inside then slammed the door making his flatmate jump in surprise.
"Will you sit down please? You're making me nervous." John said finally, slamming his computer shut. He had been trying to update his blog but unfortunately Sherlock's constant movement was becoming a bit of a distraction.
"You like being nervous." Sherlock countered, not even looking at him.
"True as that may be I would like to focus. Sit down and watch the telly or something." the doctor said.
"Eh. Boring." the detective said returning to the sofa and falling onto it none to gracefully.
"I'm sure something wil
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That's what Sherlock was to John. A constant presence in his life no matter how hard he might have tried at times to ignore him. If John were upstairs in his bedroom he could hear Sherlock below him, experimenting or playing his violin. If he were downstairs, watching the telly or writing his blog Sherlock was there again, sprawled across the sofa bemoaning the idiocies of humankind and the lack of creativity of the modern criminal. Even when John was at work Sherlock made his presence known with a barrage of texts and the constant worry that he would come home to find the flat in ruins.
More and more Sherlock had come to inhabit John's life. Even his relationship with Sarah had become infected by the consulting detective. More than once John had excused himself while on a date with her because Sherlock had texted him with some new case, demanding his presence. The man seemed to have an uncanny habit of choosing cases whenever the
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"Any ideas?" Lestrade asked as they parked in front of 221b.
"Several. All rather unlikely." Sherlock replied, climbing out of the car. "Stay here. John will want to put on some dry clothes and will insist I do the same but I want to get to the hospital to speak to Ms. Potter as soon as possible." he said slamming the door behind him.
Lestrade looked at John who shrugged and said "We really should put on something dry." before follow Sherlock into the flat.
Once inside he made his way up to his room where he quickly changed into a dry jumper and a fresh pair of trousers, along with whatever other articles of clothing that need to be replaced. Once dressed he went back down to the main room, certain Sherlock would also be dressed and annoyed at him for taking so long.
Instead he found his flatmate sitting on the couch, shirt unbuttoned and still wearing wet socks, staring at his cell phone as it rang.
"Are you going to answer that?" John sighed.
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What have you done this time? -SH
Well, he just stopped by to... chat - JM
Do I bother asking who? -SH
Let's see you guess - JM
Please tell me it's Mycroft. -SH
Wrong! - JM
Of course not. I should be so lucky. -SH
When do you think you'll pick him up? I just want to be ready - JM
You're going to just let him go? I don't buy it. -SH
Thats why I said I want to be ready. - JM
Doesn't this get old? The same old jog around the track? Why not, just once, kidnap
Anderson? Just to shake things up? -SH
I guess I should... This time, you have ten minutes or his brains are my new wallpaper.
Ten minutes to what? -SH
Get here. My apartment. He's crying. He still thinks you're dead - JM
God damn you. I'm already on my way. Don't touch him. -SH
Jim smiled and put the phone in his pocket. He held his gun towards John, who was forced with his back into a corner and his hands folded behind his head.
John couldn't believe it, or rather, wouldn'
Everything is Not as it Seems intro"Sherlock I'm home!" John called up the stairs to the flat. He didn't really expect any kind of greeting in return but the warning allowed Sherlock a few minuts to clean up whatever experiments he was conducting before John actually walked through the door. It was a habit he had developed after coming home one day to find Sherlock dissecting a victims cat on the kitchen table.Everything is Not as it Seems intro in General Fiction More Like This
Luckily for John it seemed the consulting detective had not been in the middle of any kind of dangerous or disgusting experiments. In fact, he seemed to have opted for a relatively normal afternoon of sitting on the sofa and reading one of John's books even though he had deemed them all "dull" months ago when John had first unpacked them.
But of course it couldn't be that simple. It never was with Sherlock. And while little could startle the good doctor anymore he had to admit he was surprised to see a teenage girl sitting in his chair.
"Um...good afternoon?" he asked, passing by her to take the groceries he was
MiscommunicationJohn had been acting strangely. Ever since the incident at the pool with Moriarty he had been skittish. He might have thought Sherlock didn't notice but of course he did. Every time they were in a room together John would make an excuse to leave. He would be sitting in his chair when Sherlock would come into the room and sit down on the sofa. Within minutes John would start twitching, his hands would clench and unclench and he would start looking over his shoulder. Then he would rise and go up to his room or leave to do the shopping. Or just leave, no excuse given.Miscommunication in General Fiction More Like This
At first Sherlock thought it was just normal nerves. The man had been strapped to a bomb, it was normal not to want to stay still for too long. Movement made you harder to catch. But he seemed to have no trouble staying still for long periods of time when the consulting detective wasn't within his range of vision. He knew because he'd followed him one day and watched him sit on a park bench for an hour and a half.
Here Without You- JohnlockIt had all become too much. John just couldn't handle it anymore. The looks, the comments on his blog, and the constant visits from Lestrade and Mycroft making sure he was "alright". He couldn't take it. He was going to lose his mind if it continued.Here Without You- Johnlock in General Fiction More Like This
The dreams were the worst. Dreams about Sherlock, about their life together. There were cases, real and imagined. There were quiet nights alone together in the flat just eating dinner or watching the telly. There were the things he had wished he'd said about his feelings and what could have happened if they had been returned. Then it would all go dark. The happy moments would twist and suddenly he was on the street watching Sherlock fall again and again. He held the body in his arms and felt the warm blood dripping onto his fingers. He would awake, screaming and crying with his sheets drenched in sweet. He hadn't had a decent nights sleep in months.
It had taken him ages to decide how to do it. Poisoning had been his first inclination but
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"I need your help with an experiment. Nothing dangerous I promise." Sherlock assured him, letting the doctor's arm drop to his side once he was on his feet.
John rolled his eyes. "Can't you experiment on yourself? I was reading."
"You can read later. I already did this experiment on myself and I need to know the results are consistent."
Sherlock shook his head. "Can't tell you or you'll think the same thing is happening to you when it really isn't. Power of suggestion and all that. Now, may I start?"
John rolled his eyes but nodded. How bad could it be if Sherlock had already undergone the mysterious experiment and was standing in front of him, as alive and energetic as ever. Sherlock grinned and quickly tied a blindfold over John's eyes.
"Sherlock! What the hell are you doing?" the doctor asked, crying out in surprise.
"Calm down John. I read a while ago that if you cut off one sense
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Sherlock watched, stunned, as John's face turned pale and seemed almost to fall, sinking into a scared sad expression he rarely saw on the soldier's face.
"You understand it John?" he asked carefully.
He nodded. "I know the historical context even if it is somewhat debated. The song refers to the Great Plague of London in 1665 or possible the Black Death that swept through Europe reducing the population by 30 to 60 percent. In London in 1665 to 1666 it killed over 100,000 people. The song mentions several of the symptoms, 'a ring o'roses', thought to be a red ring around the swollen lymph glands. The 'atishoo' refers to coughing fits and 'we all fall down' is the result of the plague. Death."
"And the pockets full of posies?" Sherlock asked
"It was believed for a long time that the disease was spread through bad smells. Carrying posies or any kind of flower in your pocket was thought to ward off the outbreak and keep you safe." John explained. "If he's planni
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"What do you think it means?" John asked when they returned to the flat. He was still too shaken to go to bed despite the late hour. Instead he sat down in his usual chair, taking in all the warmth and comfort he could from it.
Sherlock didn't respond. Instead he went into the kitchen and put the kettle on for tea. He knew John would want some as much as he did. He was still in shock after what had just happened. The fear of losing John, the horror of possibly being the one to kill him, the joy of having him be alright and the comfort of holding the other man in his arms all twisted and swirled in his head like a hurricane. At at it's center, a growing hatred and respect for Noel that he couldn't seem to separate and catalog.
"It could mean a dozen things John! I've never heard the damn thing before! You can't expect me to analyze a rhyme and compute the exact crime its directing us too in one hour. Not after you were almost dropped to your death.
Blame The BoozeLestrade had invited us to a small pub for a night out to 'relieve the stress' as he put it with a few other men from the yard. I was about to object but John had cut in and said that we were going because he needed a night off and, probably to annoy me further, Lestrade had invited Mycroft as well. So now I sat on a barstool watching everyone else get drunk and I had made a curious discovery. Everyone acted in a different way when they were drunk, sometimes the complete opposite to their normal personalities. Lestrade was sat at a table next to Sally and I had categorised them as the 'sad drunks'.Blame The Booze in Short Stories More Like This
"I don't deserve this job!" wailed Lestrade, his head in his folded arms with a hand holding onto a half drunk pint. "Give it to Sherlock, he practically does it anyways!"
"If you do that he'll be my boss and I'll have to listen to more of his insults!" cried Sally, before taking another large sip of her red wine. "Last time he said that I had a moustache. A moustache! I do not have a mousta
A Small ProblemSherlock was lying on the couch with his eyes closed, fingers poised under his chin in his usual prayer-like state. I was trying to fix the television that Sherlock had partially dismantled and attempted to put back together but failed miserably. Sherlock rolled his eyes and sat up on the couch, glaring at John with mild annoyance (mild, as it was Sherlock's fault after all that the doctor was now being ridiculously loud). I continued to work slightly quieter after seeing Sherlock's look. That was when we heard knock at the door, at least I heard it, Sherlock didn't seem to acknowledge it. The television on my lap started to make a slight hissing sound. Damn.A Small Problem in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Sherlock?" The door was knocked again.
"Could you get that?"
"Let Mrs Hudson--"
"Mrs Hudson is out" I cut off, starting to get annoyed. "Could you get the door?"
Sherlock stood (or rather lay) his ground on the couch, not moving an inch. The door knocked again, louder and more impatient this time. I finally gave up and lif
A Small Problem 3I was sat on my chair with my laptop, bored out of my skull because Sherlock had ran off to Scotland Yard as Lestrade said he needed Sherlock's help. Well obviously they need help, they always do. I wonder sometimes how the hell they can find the toilet without a map and compass. I was also extremely bored because Sherlock had asked Mrs Hudson to 'babysit' me. Her reaction to it all was quite funny, she looked like she was about to faint and scream at the same time when she saw me. But Sherlock, the great actor he is, simply explained that it was temporary and I was going to be fine. I pray to god he is right.A Small Problem 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I don't see why he bothered about the whole babysitting thing anyway, maybe to prevent me from following him or something. Or to keep me safe, which doesn't make any sense. I was in the army, I can take care of myself just fine. Unless he is worried about me. The truth was that I was bored. Bored bored bored! Now I know why Sherlock takes it out on the wall so much.
It was a few
A Small Problem 7It was still only mid afternoon and the weather had gotten warmer so John suggested that we all go out which I had no object to. Greg was still a bit cautious but he came along anyway, not pleased with the idea of being left in the flat with only Mrs Hudson as company. We steadily made our way back to the park where John and I sat and talked before we were interrupted. Mycroft annoyingly thought it was his responsibility to hold my hand as we crossed the street, much to John and Greg's amusement.A Small Problem 7 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I am a big boy you know and I can cross a road by my self." I said, swiping my hand out of Mycroft's grasp. I turned to John but turned back when I heard Greg snicker at something inaudible Mycroft had said, no doubt about my moods or my age. The smile on his face faded as I glared at them both but Mycroft just cocked an eyebrow and smiled his fake smile in that annoying way that makes him seem superior to anything.
"Sherlock?" I tuned to John again. He was tugging at his sleeves and looked a
A Small Problem 8It didn't feel uncomfortable or awkward, it felt, well, normal. It was almost relaxing in itself. I watched John sleep, taking in every detail, his breathing, his face, his movements. During the night we both had shifted and John had ended up lying almost completely on top of me, his head resting on my chest and his hand holding on to my shirt. After last night's game Mycroft and Greg had retired early to John's room so John and I had both decided that we would share my bed, even though I did at first offer to take the sofa.A Small Problem 8 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He looked so peaceful and somewhat vulnerable as he slept, though that might just be down to his size. It was like I was seeing my friend in a new light. In this moment he wasn't the good doctor and brave soldier that I was used to, no, here he was this beautiful person who I had the great fortune to live with, to watch and observe, and to call my friend. Nothing else mattered in this moment. It was all John.
I lifted my hand and hovered it over John's head, wonder
A Small Problem 10Five minutes later we were all chatting excitedly with one another, slowly consuming our Chinese food. We just couldn't believe it. We were finally going to 'grow up', but I had this nagging voice in the back of my mind saying, 'call yourself a consulting detective, you haven't even figured out who did this!'. I had a few theories but I kept loosing track whenever Mycroft or Greg asked me a question or when John leans in to give me a peck on the cheek.A Small Problem 10 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"The first thing that I will do when I 'grow up'," started Greg, lifting his fingers to show the verbal quotation marks "is have an ice cold beer."
"Correction. That will be the second thing you carry out." Mycroft whispered into the inspector's ear. I just rolled my eyes and averted my attention to John who was sat to my left, fumbling with his chopsticks.
"So," I asked John, helping him with the chopsticks. "What's the first thing you'll do when you return to your previous self?"
"Oh, I have a few ideas " John prompt
A Small Problem 5It's been over a week and Mycroft still hasn't told me anything about how he plans to get John back to his normal self. It's getting frustrating.A Small Problem 5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
John was sitting on the couch reading yet another book when I came into our living room after clearing up a small murder that Lestrade had asked me to waste me time with. I hated the fact that he was confined to the flat. John was like a bird, he can't be caged up all his life, he needs to be set free once and a while. He looked up from his book as I slumped into me chair and gave me a weak smile. "That was quick" he said plainly.
"That was boring" I grumbled, running a hand through my hair. Solving cases, even the small ones, seemed to lack interest without John. "So, what do you want to do?" I asked tentatively, already knowing the answer. John put his book down on the arm of the couch and glanced out the window before looking back at me.
"I want to go out, Sherlock. I want to solve cases with you, I want to take a walk through the park, he
A Small Problem 4"Come on, I know I can do this!"A Small Problem 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Give it up John, you've been at it for almost 12 minutes now"
"And I'll gladly keep at it for another 12"
"If you must, just don't hit the coffee table this time"
Sherlock was draped over his armchair regarding me curiously as I braced myself for yet another cartwheel. All my previous attempts had failed miserably and ended up with me having a sore ass. I threw myself forward, left hand hitting the floor first, closely followed by my right. My right leg landed then my left. I looked down and found that I was upright.
"YES!" I yelled in victory "I knew I could do it!"
"Congratulations John, including the hand-stands you accomplished before breakfast you've achieved two new skills and it's not even lunch."
"What else am I supposed to do?" I said, hopping onto the couch. "It's not like I can go out"
Sherlock got up from his seat and looked out of the window. "Why would you want to go out there? It's boring. Nothing remotely interesting, apart from the occ
A Small Problem 6It has been 2 days since Sherlock took the serum and he looks like he is already regretting it. As I lie on the sofa reading, or trying to read, Sherlock is pacing the floors of our living room, intent on wearing a hole right through it.A Small Problem 6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Bored yet?" I ask over the top of my book, now long forgotten.
He stopped his excessive pacing and gave me a glare. I knew he was bored. Of course he would be. It's inevitable. If Sherlock never got bored I think I would have to warn Gatwick to watch out for the pigs that might fly into the plane engines. He then gave out a sigh and his expression softened slightly.
"I'm sorry John. For keeping you shut out from the world for so long. I now know what it's like and I now know what to do to beat this boredom."
I sat up and discarded my book completely. I watched him pick up his scarf and a coat he 'borrowed' from Mrs Hudson, from the chair in the kitchen and make his way to the door. "Where are you going?" I asked, rising from the couch.
"Out, and you'r
A Small Problem 9After what felt like hours of driving through London and the country lanes we finally came to a large iron gate. It wasn't over exaggerated like the ones you see in films but as we drove closer it seemed to open from it's own accord. It took us another 15 minutes to reach the mansion itself. It made we wonder, that if Sherlock's family was this rich, why was he renting a flat in London? I pushed that thought aside for I was too busy being stunned by the sight that was the Holmes family mansion. Greg and I stared in awe as we made our way up the driveway.A Small Problem 9 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Again it wasn't over exaggerated with gargoyles or intricate carvings on the stones, it was large yes but the simplicity of it gave it much more beauty. The grey marble stones looked white against the murky English sky and the windows glinted with the little light that was allowed passage through the cloud's barriers.
We swiftly got out of the car and made our way inside, careful to wipe our feet and I made a mental note to not touch a