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Looking forward to hanging out with everyone!!
Leeteuk's CalenderFebruary 23, 2007: Debut Super Junior-T.Leeteuk's Calender in Short Stories More Like This
The sub-group where nonsensical songs are welcomed with open arms. Who needs logic when you have a nice catchy beat, funny dances and handsome young men with decent voices? It's hard to introduce the young audience to a traditional style of music which is probably the reason why the sub-group went on hiatus so quickly after debuting, but at least it was fun.
March 12, 2009: Release 'Sorry Sorry' album.
The last album in which Kibum was an active Super Junior member, though he wasn't present during promotions, because he is busy with his solo projects/acting career. Such a mature kid, something Leeteuk had always admired about the younger one. And his white teeth, definitely the white sparkling smile. Though they keep in contact, they only have monthly calls or sometimes they don't contact each other for half a year. It all depends on their schedules, Leeteuk knows Kibum is a busy bee. Hopefully he can see h
WonKyu: VibrationThere were many people in the city who claimed to know Kyuhyun. Different ages, different genders and opinions didn't matter, Cho Kyuhyun was a well known man for his beautiful deep voice that he exclusively shared with the guests of the night club he worked at. He had fans, many who admired him and wanted to be acquainted, to hope and rise together with Kyuhyun as a star. Of course Kyuhyun was aware of this and therefore promised himself not to get too attached to the people he met at the club. He knew better, those people just wanted his fame, not his friendship.WonKyu: Vibration in Short Stories More Like This
He preferred to be alone anyway, but on this Saturday night after his performance had ended, Kyuhyun found himself wandering the streets of Seoul alone and feeling quite miserable. Was there no one who wanted to know Kyuhyun for the person he was rather than the voice and fame he possessed? Why was it hard to find a true friend in this corrupted world?
Kyuhyun sighed deeply, bored eyes twinkling when he spotted a stranger. T
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Just one more nail and then it would be finished. He took the little pin from in between his teeth and used the hammer in his other hand to slam it into place. His dark orbs twinkled as he stepped back and lowered the heavy tool. It was just a small token of their love, but he couldn't wait to show it to the other. He bit his lip, hoping his lover would approve of the poem he had written and nailed to the wall above their new bed.
The hammer was placed back in the equipment box before the tall male went outside. A warm gush of wind greeted him as he stepped out onto the porch. It was so bright outside that he had to bring up his hand before he could see the male dressed in white twirling around in the patch of grain.
Most of their land existed out of grain, but there were beautiful bright flowers accompanying them everywhere. It was strange that the house had not been claimed before since the amount of grain could easily be used for a bakery. However, the hou
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He watched him carefully, eyes narrowing at the jock who occasionally thought it was funny to push Han Geng against the lockers with such force that he'd bruise his arm and hip. Sure, go ahead and bully the exchange student, it's not like anyone cares. Well, Han Geng cared, he wasn't enjoying Kangin's treatment and the fact everyone treated him like the king of the school. It only made the jock more delusional in thinking he could order everyone around, marching through the hallways and expecting everyone to bow at him.
When Han Geng said he thought Kangin was a God, everyone nodded their head, complimenting Kangin's strength and courage as the Chinese thought of every adjective with a G or O, saving the D for 'dickhead', because that described the boastful man best. There were many combinations Han Geng liked to use.
WonTeuk: KeyA key is an instrument that is used to operate a lock. Everyone knows this, but most people forget how much one single key can grant you. In this case, it could grant our Prince access to his future bride; Princess Teukie. She was beautiful and all of humanity would be amazed by her beauty were it not that she was locked away in the highest tower of The King's sorcerer: Heenim.WonTeuk: Key in Short Stories More Like This
Her grumpy and old father, King Kangin, had locked her away, stating no one would ever be good enough to lay a finger on his precious daughter. And so she had been locked away, all alone. Even despite her beauty, there were only few self-proclaimed heroes who had tried to free her.
They had all tried and failed, though some had come close to her rescue;
The Prince of Seamen who had every Princess to chose from yet couldn't figure out how to open the door to the one he wanted the most.
The Prince of Gamania who was known for his wit and stealth, but who couldn't resist the video games Hangeng H
GengHyuk: FeverThere were a lot of sounds coming from the living room. Laughter and squeals; seemed like they were having a blast. All except for Eunhyuk who laid in bed with the sheets pulled up to his nose. He stared at the ceiling with hooded eyes, mumbling dark curses against the fabric and felt his tears well up. Suddenly he felt quite lonely.GengHyuk: Fever in Short Stories More Like This
Quickly Eunhyuk pulled the sheets over his red eyes when there was a knock on the door. The person entering crept closer perhaps thinking the one in the bed was asleep. Eunhyuk felt the bed shift and tried to wipe his tears away underneath the blankets.
"Eunhyuk? Want some food?" Came a light and kind voice.
Seconds later the smell of soup penetrated his blanket and his nose. Eunhyuk slowly lowered the sheets, he could always use his fever as an excuse for his red eyes, but he couldn't fool Hangeng. The moment the Chinaman saw puffy red eyes he placed the bowl on the night stand and lowered the sheets some more till it reached Eunhyuk's shoulders.
KangTeuk: Love-StruckAfter another busy day at the office Leeteuk finally returned home. He carried in his suitcase and loosened his tie the second he stepped inside. There was a light headache pounding in his head, but Leeteuk was used to it by now. His job was tiresome, stressful and he wouldn't change a thing. This job was all he ever wanted and after studying hard and abroad for several years he could finally call himself 'Advertising Coordinator'. Now that his dream had come true Leeteuk enjoyed maintaining client relationships whether they be national or international. Today he had reported to his Manager and though he didn't receive any compliments at least there were no harsh words that gave him a heavy heart.KangTeuk: Love-Struck in Short Stories More Like This
Leeteuk threw his suitcase and jacket on the couch and was about to turn to the kitchen when he saw his phone flash, signaling him he had at least one voice mail message to attend to. When he came closer he nearly gasped. His company's phone number made sweat appear on his brow, kn
YeWook: I See Only YouThe crowd in the club was getting a bit restless. Many whispered while they eyed the empty and dark stage. Everyone knew it was Yesung's turn to perform; they had waited for him for quite some time already. If Eunhyuk had to come down from his studio where he managed all the audio and lights it meant they were starting to fall behind schedule.YeWook: I See Only You in Short Stories More Like This
"Wasn't he here just now? He can't be far, he knows his act is the headliner on Tuesdays," Ryeowook reasoned and looked around nervously, fumbling with his hands backstage and quickly calling out to Heechul who passed them, already fully changed and who was just about to lift the blue curtain leading into the small hallway and then the lounge.
The male halted, peeked his head behind the curtain and then stepped aside, rolling his eyes as he made way for a frantic Yesung. Eunhyuk sighed loudly ushering Yesung for a last make-up check before pushing him toward the stage and then running off to the stairs behind the large set up of mirrors and racks
KangSung: StarsYesung liked to watch the stars, they were tiny and looked like all the others, yet each one of them was special. He could related to them, he was a little star too.KangSung: Stars in Short Stories More Like This
His eyes intentionally stared up at the sky. His body lay motionless on the mattress the other had dragged out so they could watch the stars without having to lay on the cold floor of the building. Beside Yesung lay Kangin, silently watching the other as he gazed up. They lay close for there wasn't a lot of room, just a single person mattress. Kangin didn't mind since he could use to excuse to scoot that much closer to the older one.
They hadn't spoken to each other for almost half an hour, but neither had the urge to break the silence. The silence was comforting and both preferred it that way, Kangin preferred when Yesung just kept quiet instead of saying things that would only make him frown. More than often he didn't understand the other's reasoning. No matter how hard he would try to, it felt impossible as if Yesung wa
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Leeteuk looked heartbroken when Sungmin's stoic attitude crumbled. His hands slipped from Siwon's and he approached the sobbing one slowly. Leeteuk wrapped his arms around Sungmin, cradling him close. He couldn't relate to the feeling of possibly losing a lover caused by death. Losing Siwon had felt horrible enough without possibly never seeing him again.
"Kyuhyun won't leave you like this, you're always together" Leeteuk mumbled, rubbing Sungmin's back and placing his head on the other's, "please have faith" he added with hopeful eyes that stared at Siwon who gave a deep sigh and could only give a prayer to God above.
Sungmin swallowed his tears and removed Leeteuk's hands from him. Leeteuk didn't know him, but he was right, they were always together. If Kyuhyun died, it wouldn't change.
It took a few hours, but eventually the police had enough from the multitude of prostitutes and employees of Kangin to see that the only guilty party in all of this was Kangin. But it didn't change th
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Toph stood at the altar at dawn. Her mother had insisted the wedding be moved up, despite what custom dictated. When Poppy Bei Fong decided something needed to be done, it was going to get done.
All her friends were there with her. Katara had agreed to be her witness and stood next to her. Aang, Zuko, Mai, and Sokka sat in the front row. The Earth King himself stood before them, performing the ceremony.
"If there is no one here present who objects to this union..." he said, and paused, waiting for any response.
Toph wanted to yell and scream and shout every objection that she could think of, but they all died in her throat. What would have been the point? He wasn't going to say anything, and she knew it.
"I do so declare that these two be joined together as husband and wife. May the spirits bless your marriage all the days of your lives."
Lin took her by the shoulders. She felt him lean d
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Kah Li sat on the side on the sparring arena, sharpening her favourite boomerang. After almost an hour, her parents were still sparring, and she was getting bored. Her mother was technically winning, but neither was getting a clear edge over the other. She also knew that it was just a matter of time before that changed.
Tikaani sat down next to her. "What's going on with them?" he asked, pointing to the combatants.
She sighed. "Same as always. Mom bet Dad she could send him to the ground first, and Dad said she couldn't." She flicked her whetstone over the curved blade with finality. "Rather childish, really." She examined her work before nodding in satisfaction.
"So who's winning?"
Kah Li allowed a quick glance at the two. "So far, Mom is. Dad's only managed one hit to Mom's four."
"Come on Dad," Tikaani screamed. "Wipe the floor
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Zuko ran through the halls of the palace, thinking only of Mai. He knew she could take care of herself, but he would still feel better if he could be with her and see for himself that she was safe.
He rounded a corner and found two firebenders battling each other. Neither was wearing a guards' uniform, so he was unsure of whom to assist. The larger of the two sent a fire blast with his fist at the smaller man. The smaller one dodged the blast, yet he could not avoid the other man's fist. His chin absorbed the entire force of the impact, and he was unconscious before he hit the ground. Zuko was ready to defend himself against the victor, but eased when the man saluted him and bowed.
"Lieutenant Zhan, at your service, My Lord," he said.
Zuko nodded. "Thank you Lieutenant," he answered.
Zhan looked over the Fire Lord's shoulder at a commotion behind him. "Go, My Lord," he said. "I can take c
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Sokka held up two fingers to Suki then brought his fist to his chest. She nodded in understanding.
He turned his attention to the man in front of him. Man was a bit of a stretch he was hardly more than a boy. However, the boy had exceptional defensive skills. He had blocked every one of Sokka's attempts to disarm him. He was glad that Suki was taking care of the other two gang members behind him.
Sokka swung his sword up in another attempt to make the boy let go of his sword. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pressure in his side. He spun around to see the two men that Suki was supposed to be holding off. Instead, she was twenty feet away, fighting off a different attacker. The two held their short knives in front of them, backing up a few feet, before turning and running away.
He shifted his sword to his left hand and put his right hand on the wound. He looked at Suki.
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"I don't know how you can drink this stuff. Even the smell is awful."
Toph laughed softly as Sokka handed her a cupful of the bitter concoction. "I guess it's a good thing no one's asking you to drink it then." She held it to her nose and inhaled deeply before taking a long swallow. "Ah, good stuff."
Sokka shuddered. Of all the strange cravings she'd had over the past eight and a half months, this chocolate craving had to be the strangest. It didn't even taste good. It was thick and bitter, and it really didn't matter how much sugar was added it was still terrible.
Toph couldn't get enough of it.
Sokka sat in the chair next to her and drank his own tea. He looked at his wife and simply stared at her. He'd often heard that women who are expecting glowed, but he never really saw it until now. Toph was positively radiant.
She finished her chocol
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The two figures moved among the shadows of the night, seen by none but the moon and the stars.
The taller one led, silently picking his way through the trees, looking for the best place to see, yet not be seen. The shorter one followed, barefoot, waiting for his signal.
The leader put his back against a tree and gave a soft whistle to the other. She crouched low, almost crawling to meet him. He looked over his shoulder into the clearing beyond. There was a small group of men there, quietly mulling around a cluster of tents. They all seemed to be settling down for the night.
How many? he whispered to her.
She tapped her foot on the ground twice. Thirteen.
He nodded. Hardly seems fair, does it?
When is it ever fair? she asked, grinning. So whats the plan, plan guy?
He was silent for a moment. Zukos troops should b
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Sokka knew that Toph was beautiful, but at that moment, standing in front of him, he could have sworn she was one of the spirits. Her wedding gown flowed around her small frame. She almost looked like she was floating.
"Toph, please," he whispered to her. "You don't have to do this." He grabbed her hand as she turned away.
She bent her head until her chin touched her chest. "Yes I do." She heaved a sigh. "Goodbye, Sokka."
Toph began to walk away, into the fog that surrounded them. Her hand started to slide through his fingers. He grasped her tighter, determined not to let her go. He knew that if she left him, he was never going to see her again.
"Don't leave me!" He didn't care if he was screaming or begging. He couldn't lose her like this.
She slipped out of his hold and vanished into the fog.
Sokka woke up feeling like he'd never rested
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One day could not contain the celebration of Zuko and Mai's first wedding anniversary. It wasn't just the Capital that wanted to celebrate to Sokka, it looked like the entire Fire Nation was using it as an excuse for yet another party.
And yet again, he was assigned to security.
It was the first night of festivities, with six more to follow. So far, it was all pretty tame, but Sokka new the reality of the situation. Things start out fine, but by the last night of the gala, his holding cells would be full of inebriated and bloody partygoers.
Sokka walked through the central square of the city, watching for any disruptions. His hand stayed on the hilt of his sword, sheathed and strapped to his waist for the night, rather than his back. For that night, at least, everyone behaved themselves.
On fourth night of the festival, Sokka had a feeling that something wasn't quite right. The air was too still, the night t
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Toph woke up early for the fourth time that week. She laid on the bed, curled up next to Sokka, using his chest as a pillow. His arm was curled up around her shoulders, holding her close. It was her favourite way to sleep. The comforting sound of his heartbeat was better than any lullaby.
She started to drift off again when the throbbing in her temples reminded her why she'd woken up in the first place. The headaches were bad enough, but the nausea that came with them was unbearable. And to top everything off, whatever this illness was, it was wreaking havoc with her earthbending. Even thought their entire house was made of stone, she hadn't been able to see clearly in almost a week.
She quietly loosened herself from Sokka's embrace and got out of bed. The nausea hit again, accompanied by a wave of dizziness. She sat down on the bed to regain her balance. Once she
Four Times, Part One: TokkaThe first time he told her he loved her, she didn't even notice.Four Times, Part One: Tokka in Fan Fiction More Like This
Summer was moving slowly in the Earth Kingdom, and Sokka was fine with that. He'd spent too many seasons of his life either freezing in the Water Tribe or sweating in the Fire Nation. The mild temperatures and light breezes that were normal in Gaoling were both welcome and relieving.
He stood in the grass covered courtyard practicing with his favourite weapon. His sword was great and powerful, but there was just something about the boomerang that he couldn't deny. Throwing and catching it was just too familiar to him, and brought a sense of comfort.
He had just thrown Boomerang when a door slammed behind him. Startled, he turned just in time to see a flash of green and black rush by him. Apparently Toph's reunion with her parents hadn't gone as well as she would have liked. He was about to call out to her when Boomerang c
BlanketIt had been days since Sherlock had slept, but John didn't really worry. Of course he worried a little bit–with the protectiveness he felt for Sherlock and his doctor's instinct how could he not? But he knew that eventually Sherlock's body would shut down, (despite Sherlock's protests), and force him to rest. And so when John came home that night after a slow day at the clinic, the sight of Sherlock slumped in his usual armchair did not surprise him in the least, and it brought a smile to the tired doctor's weary face and a certain contentedness to his heart. He imagined it was how a parent must feel after watching their child struggle for days on end and then at long last find peace.Blanket in Romance More Like This
He saw Sherlock's bare feet and noticed that he wasn't wearing his coat and scarf either. So he went to his room, grabbed the blanket off the bed, and came back into the study. He knew he didn't have to worry about waking Sherlock up, so he took as much force as necessary to properly wrap the blanke
Spoiled Brie"You know…this is nice." John said, looking at his menu. He took a quick, subtle glance around the restaurant and smiled. "I mean, I didn't think you actually liked food. I hardly see you eat."Spoiled Brie in Romance More Like This
"The mind works best when it is starved of food."
"Speaking as a doctor and the sanest member of our flat, I want you to know that they disproved that idea at the beginning of the 20th century."
"That's your opinion, John." Sherlock said indifferently.
John gave an amused laugh. "Medical journals, Sherlock. It's not my opinion, it's scientific fact!"
"And that is your opinion."
John shook his head, and their waiter came by their table to deliver the wine John had ordered for them. "Thank you, sir. Could you by any chance bring us a children's menu? My companion doesn't look it, but he's actually only eight years old."
The waiter merely rolled his eyes and made a rather noticeable sound of disdain before walking away from their table. John was rather taken aback by this. Openly obnoxious w
But I Can Save YouJohn slammed the door, an unusual thing for him considering how much he hated the sound and how it seemed to echo through the entire flat.But I Can Save You in Romance More Like This
"Another row with a machine?" Sherlock asked, not looking up from the article he was writing ("Telling Time with Moisture's Effect on Wood") for his website on John's laptop.
John gave a heavy and irritated sigh. "No. Roll up your sleeves."
Sherlock only furrowed his eyebrows as he contemplated how to write a particular sentence so that even an idiot would understand it–barely processing John's words.
When he didn't respond, John strode over to the table he was sitting at and angrily grabbed Sherlock's left wrist, ripping up the cuffs of his shirt to reveal his pale forearms. He snarled at the sight of the thin white lines that peppered the man's skin.
"Sherlock Holmes." He said slowly. "If I see any more scars appear, I will kill you." He growled, his eyes deliberately focusing on the table instead of Sherlock's blank expression. She
The Stars in Your EyesAfter picking up his and Sherlock's favorite cereal from the store, John headed home. As usual. And as usual, Sherlock was up to some sort of experiment. Except this one was different. Much different than usual.The Stars in Your Eyes in Romance More Like This
This one was pleasant.
When John opened the door to their flat, he was immediately greeted by the beauty of the night sky. Except it wasn't the real night sky, but instead, hundreds, perhaps thousands, of glow-in-the-dark stars. Some of them were as big as his palm, others as tiny as his fingerprints. And they were everywherethey covered the floors as well as the ceiling and walls, and he even saw some on the surfaces of the furniture.
Have we been invaded by martians or something?
"Sherlock?" John called out into the galaxy that had blown through their flat. He went over to the kitchen and left their cereal on the counter. "Sherlock!" He called a bit louder this time.
"What is it, John? I'm right here." John nearly jumped out of his skin, realizing that Sherlock had been
The Freak ComposerJohn was woken up early that Friday morning–2:38 AM according to the clock sitting on his night stand)–by Sherlock's violin. Considering it a trifle odd, as Sherlock usually only practiced at such horrid hours when they were working on a case and he needed to clear his head, John got up and decided to investigate. Sherlock was wearing the robe usually reserved for weekend mornings, when being fully dressed wasn't mandatory. He was also apparently too intent on his music to hear his flatmate coming down the stairs and into the living room, so John, knowing better than to disturb him, simply leaned against the door frame, allowing himself to listen to the lovely notes that issued from his friend's instrument. He was hardly ever able to express the pure joy he felt from hearing the detective play. Whenever he did, he always wondered how anyone could consider this man a freak. How could anyone who produced something so beautiful, be called such? Of course, he knew full well thaThe Freak Composer in Romance More Like This
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"John!" He shouted as he walked through the flat looking for him. After casting a quick glance around the living room, he ran up the stairs to John's bedroom. "John!" When he reached the doorway he was greeted by the sight of John splayed out on top of his covers, his jumper still on, sound asleep.
It was the first day after the wrap up of their latest case. The day after was always slow and boring, and Sherlock usually demanded that he and John stay at the Yard all day, just to squeeze the last few drops of excitement from the whole affair. But today, John had put his foot down, stating that if he didn't catch up on his sleep, that Sherlock would be dead by the end of the day. ("Strangled with your own bloody scarf," had been the exact words).
Somewhere, deep inside him, Sherlock knew that he should let John sleep–after all he had performed quite admirably, and he cert
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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
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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
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
The Sky Painted with His BloodJohn couldn't watch sunrises anymore after Sherlock died. There were so many things he couldn't do anymore, so many things he couldn't look at, or say…because they all reminded him of him. He could barely bring himself to say his best friend's name without having his voice crack, and he couldn't tell if his ability to acknowledge his absence had gotten better or worse. While some days he could hear the name all day without shedding a tear, there were others when seeing someone in a black coat or blue scarf was all it took to make his body an uncontrollable, shaking mess.The Sky Painted with His Blood in Drama More Like This
But he couldn't watch sunrises anymore, not after what he'd seen.
It had been a few weeks after Sherlock's fall–all he had done was go outside one morning.
To watch one of his favorite things. Sunrises. When he had been in Afghanistan, it was like a lighthouse, showing him that even though he was thousands of miles away from home, that he could still watch the sun rise
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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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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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The text message John had send Sherlock was an unspoken offer to end their game if Sherlock wanted to. The possibility of asking him in person had frightened John, so he had taken the cowardly solution of writing a text message. Then Sherlock could either decide to ignore it and don't buy milk or he could do so and buy nicotine patches as well. John was sure that Sherlock would figure out what he actually meant. It wouldn't mean for Sherlock to lose if he bought them, it was an offer of John that he would forfeit if Sherlock didn't want to continue their game anymore. John would rather forego kissing Sherlock than to endanger their friendship with his unnecessary feelings and lose his best friend in the progress. Maybe this was all still a game for Sherlock, but for him it was not. Sure, John wanted to continue it, but then he would want even more. He already did. And that was dangerous, because he was sure that Sherlock wasn't willing to off
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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
Missing Piece Chapter 14The pain had mostly subsided due to the painkillers, only a constant throbbing reminded John of his wounds. Some soap was on the telly, but the good doctor wasn’t paying attention to it. Though John looked at the screen, he only saw the flickering movement of the figures, too caught up in his own thoughts to listen to it.Missing Piece Chapter 14 in Romance More Like This
Sherlock had flung himself onto the couch. At the beginning he had scoffed at the people on screen, making brickbat remarks and taking apart the plot and pointing out it flaws, even then Sherlock’s appalled incredulousness over all that dullness had been missing. Halfway through the show Sherlock had fallen silent and started to get fidgety, while practically staring a hole through John, who was sitting in his armchair.
This behavior wouldn’t alarm John, would it not be for the fact that something had been off about the consulting detective since he had come back from the kitchen. When Sherlock had given him a cup of tea, he had looked everywhere but
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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.
Missing Piece Chapter 15The television had proved itself unworthy a distraction to Sherlock. There were enough things to point out, but nothing challenging enough to keep his mind focused on for a longer period of time. It wasn’t beneficial for keeping his thoughts away from John when the good doctor was sitting between Sherlock and his distraction of choice.Missing Piece Chapter 15 in Romance More Like This
Soon Sherlock’s gaze clung to John’s figure on the armchair and he fell silent. Keeping his mind focused on the vacant babbling on the soap while the cause of his disturbed feelings was there, almost right in front of him was impossible. John seemed content watching that stuff and the pain killers obviously worked, so it couldn’t hurt to engulf himself in figuring out what exactly it was that had made him fall in love.
There had to be at least some valid reasons. John was special and unique in Sherlock’s life, so much he knew. He was his only friend, the only person that bore his moods and one of the few people
Missing Piece Chapter 13 - JohnlockBlinking against the bright sunlight, Sherlock thought back to last night’s events. That had been rather unpleasant. In the future he had to make sure that his body wouldn’t disturb him with such malfunctions. More so at times when he could do nothing take care of them.Missing Piece Chapter 13 - Johnlock in Romance More Like This
Sometime he must have fallen asleep, obviously, which he was grateful for. If John had noticed he would surely feel awkward and uncomfortable around Sherlock.
The consulting detective turned his head sideways and bolded upright when he saw that the bed beside him was empty. Although it should be nothing to worry about, panic flared up inside him. The most logical explanation for that was that John had simply woken up before him and then proceeded to go downstairs. And out of kindness letting Sherlock remain asleep. But he still felt uncomfortable not seeing John, not knowing precisely where he was.
Maybe he had surmised it. Maybe it had been a dream. The thought hit him unexpectedly and Sherlock paled.
Missing Piece Chapter 12 - JohnlockThe alarm clock on the bedside table ticked obscenely loud in the silence that lay upon the room. The moon shed its light through the small space between the shut curtains. Sherlock had stopped counting the seconds after a while. Even a boring occupation such as that didn’t help him fall asleep. How could people honestly believe that something like that could help? He had even gone so far as to replace the seconds with sheep. The consulting detective had still been wide awake after the five hundred and fifty ninth sheep.Missing Piece Chapter 12 - Johnlock in Romance More Like This
The sleep which he needed so badly just wouldn’t come. Although he’d barely slept the last few days. Not while John had still been somewhere out there and the crime hadn’t been solved, the criminals not been caught.
Now all these tasks were completed successfully, yet Sherlock was still unable to find any sleep.
He had no clue how he’d gotten into this situation. Well, he did know, after all this had been his idea. A perfectly reason
Hearts (chapter 5)It was break on the first day of their last year of secondary school, and Sherlock was acting even more strangely than usual. As soon as they were outside, he grabbed John’s arm and dragged him bodily over behind a clump of bushes. By now, Sherlock was a good foot taller than John, even though he was four years younger. John looked askance at Sherlock and glanced regretfully back at Molly, who was looking rather stunned. “Sherlock, what are you doing?” he hissed. Sherlock looked around, as if checking to see if anyone was listening in. “Sherlock, no one can see or hear us back here. What do you want?”Hearts (chapter 5) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“John, I don’t think you should keep seeing Molly Hooper,” he said finally. John was flabbergasted. Sherlock had dragged him all the way over here just to say that?
“What?” he said indignantly. “What do you mean? We’ve been going out for three years! I can’t just jilt her now for no reason. Besides, I really lik
Hearts (chapter 3)It was the first day of secondary school, and John was nervous. He tugged on the familiar red jumper. It was not the same jumper that Sherlock had commented on all those years ago – that jumper had long since been too small. This was a new jumper, but it was in the exact same shade of red that John (and Sherlock, he had discovered) loved so much. John stood anxiously at the top of the school steps and scanned the crowd. Soon he saw the familiar tall figure and black curly hair of the boy who had become John’s best friend during their years of primary school. He waved slightly, and waited for Sherlock to come up the stairs.Hearts (chapter 3) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Hey,” he said awkwardly, when Sherlock had arrived. “How was your summer?”
“Dull,” Sherlock said in a drawl. “New jumper. And it appears your sister and my brother are no longer seeing each other.” The two boys walked into the school together and joined the throngs that were trying to find their classrooms.
Hearts (chapter 2) It was the first day of the new school year after the hols, and John was sitting down to lunch with some of his classmates. He was just setting his tray down when he felt a tap on his shoulder. It was that boy from the playground. What was his name? Oh right: Sherlock. An odd name. He appeared to have grown over the summer and was now only a few inches shorter than John.Hearts (chapter 2) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Can I sit with you?” he said. John was about to reply when another of the boys at the table said scornfully, “Don’t let him; he’s a freak.” John turned to the other boy. “What do you mean he’s a freak?” John asked, a bit harshly. Turning to Sherlock, he said, “Of course you can sit here.” The other boys at the table stared at John, stunned, and turned to glare at Sherlock. The boy who had spoken to John answered his question after the two boys had sat down.
“He has this trick he does where he can tell you everything you&
Hearts (postlude) It was 18 months later, and John felt time stop as he watched the dark figure falling from the roof of St. Bart’s hospital. He could feel all his memories returning as the figure dropped in slow motion: all his memories of school, of his family, and most importantly, his memories of Sherlock. He remembered the first conversation they’d had, and the last. He realized Sherlock had always remembered those, throughout the past 18 months that they had been in the same flat. He wondered what it must have been like for him: remembering the conversations and the quarrel while John sat next to him, not remembering a word of it. He wished he’d been able to apologize. He had never wanted to say those awful things to his best friend, and every day in Uni and in Afghanistan he had wished he could take them back. Now it was too late. As he watched the only person he had ever cared for falling to his death, he cried without hope of being heard, “I’m sorry SHearts (postlude) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hearts (chapter 7)After leaving medical school, John joined the army as a medic. After four years he was sent to Afghanistan, which was a living hell. John saw friends gunned down beside him while he lay helpless in a trench. He saw many young soldiers that he was unable to save because they had lost so much blood. A young woman that he had thought he had loved was killed while John watched. And still he survived. Something kept him going and kept him from harm. One day while his company was in the trenches, shooting and being shot, John was yelling at a friend to get down when he himself was shot in the shoulder. He remembered very little of that afternoon, except that everyone else died save one young man who inexpertly attempted to help take care of the wound. The few weeks went by with John hardly noticing a thing. When he finally emerged from his quasi-comatose state, he could remember almost nothing except that last battle. He could recite his mother’s phone number and street address, he couHearts (chapter 7) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hearts (prelude/Chapter 1)John looked up from his notebook and looked across the playground. A small, somber boy, probably around the age of six, was looking steadily back at him. John eyed him curiously from the other side of the playground, across the sea of children yelling and playing. The other boy seemed to be trying to read his mind from across the playground. John shook his head slightly, trying to shake off the younger boy's gaze. He turned back to his notebook, and realized that he had been sketching without noticing. Blushing slightly, he realized his hand had drawn a truly excellent sketch of the younger boy across the playground. He glanced up at the other boy who was smirking as if he knew exactly what John had been doing. John's eyes flickered down to his notebook and then back up, but when his glance returned to the opposite side of the playground, the boy was gone. John had no idea who he was or why he had been watching John. He shook his head once again and returned to his notebook.Hearts (prelude/Chapter 1) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was the
Hearts (chapter 4)The next few years were strange for John. He and Molly had been going steady since that first week of secondary school, and he and Sherlock had remained friends (as much as Sherlock could have friends), but their friendship was strained. Sherlock would at times treat John the way he had since John was in fifth year, but would occasionally ignore him completely and at other times would be highly protective and possessive of John and try his hardest to keep him away from Molly. John was completely confused by Sherlock’s behaviour, and his life was made even more difficult when his sister Harry tried to flirt with Molly then brought home another girl the next week, when John’s parents went through a nasty divorce, and when Sherlock called John once to tell him in a disgusted voice that Mycroft had begun seeing one of their classmates, Greg Lestrade, and his parents were horrified.Hearts (chapter 4) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hearts (chapter 8)When John passed by his old Uni colleague Mike Stamford in the park, he had no flash of recognition, nor anything to suggest that John had once known the man. Mike recognized John, however, and called him over. John pretended to recognize him, and indeed he had a vague sense that this was someone familiar. They had a short and rather awkward conversation over coffee, and when John mentioned that he was looking for a flat and a flatmate, Mike perked up.Hearts (chapter 8) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“You’re the second person to mention needing a flatmate today,” Mike said. “Who was the first?” John asked, a bit interested. “Come on, I’ll take you to meet him,” Mike said cheerily, standing up from where they had been sitting.
The morgue of St. Bartholomew’s hospital was not a place one expected to meet a potential flatmate, but that was exactly where Stamford took John. They passed by a pretty young woman in the hallway and she seemed to cringe at the sight of John, but John didn&
To Bring Them Back - CH 2Bilbo hadn't slept as he had predicted. And though he couldn't tell day from night, he assumed that he still had a few moments to rest before the Contractor would seek him and task him. He slipped out of his bed, wincing at the cold floor beneath his feet. It was odd of him to notice the freezing tiles but he assumed that, wherever he was, things were much different from Middle Earth. He quietly walked towards the door and opened it slightly as to have a glimpse of the dark hallway before venturing forth.To Bring Them Back - CH 2 in Drama More Like This
He shuddered at the frosted breeze tickling his bare arms and legs but soon got used to the abnormally cold temperature. Finally, he found a stairwell and descended carefully for the steps were slippery. Then headed away from the tower in which he spent most of his time since it harboured his room and gladly entered the main hall and noticed that the cold tiles were covered by a torn and damp carpet which would shield his feet. He followed it familiarly, eyeing the doors on either sid
To Bring Them Back - prologueIn a hole, in the ground, there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty hole infested with worms and other insects of the like, this was a hobbit hole and that meant comfort.To Bring Them Back - prologue in Drama More Like This
In a hole, in the ground, there lived a hobbit.
In a hole, in the ground…
In a hole…
In a hole…
Bilbo gasped, sitting up abruptly. He looked around the room in which he laid and, to his dismay, came to the conclusion that the stone walls and bared windows were not that of his home. He sighed deeply, burying his face into his hands, wondering if he had managed to fall asleep or if he had just been so engulfed in his own thoughts that he had believed them real for a split moment. Yet, Bilbo soon concluded that it didn't matter because he was not in his home.
He was in a stone room, in a castle where he would live for the rest of eternity. And it wasn't a beautiful, rich castle filled with life and merriness – no, it was a rundown castle with bared windows, cold
To Bring Them Back - CH 6Bilbo stumbled out of the Eye; he wasn't sure how he managed to regain contact with his body but he had done so somehow. And after quickly peering around the room, he noticed that the Contractor was nowhere in sight, to his relief. He glanced back towards the floating globe and noticed that, back in Rivendell, Thorin had awoken from his sleep just as the sun was rising in Middle Earth. The hobbit watched with amusement as the king jumped out of his bed and quickly stormed through the hallways, but he soon stopped his observation and left the room. Bilbo made his way to his room and sat on his bed where he laid and rested for a few short moments when his door opened revealing the Contractor.To Bring Them Back - CH 6 in Drama More Like This
"I have need of your assistance again." He declared.
"Of course." Bilbo smiled melancholically. He slipped off his bed and followed his master to whatever task he had set in mind for him.
"Gandalf! Elrond!" Thorin yelled frantically as he dashed through the empty halls of Rivendell, heading to where
To Bring Them Back - CH 8Gandalf sent a look in Thorin's direction and gave him a sharp nod indicating that they were ready whenever he was. The Dwarf King took a quiet but deep breath and shared an individual look with each member of his company. Then, wordlessly, he pushed pass the doors violently and ran into the kitchen but soon came to an abrupt halt when his eyes locked with Bilbo. The hobbit was stunned and stop in mid motion whatever he was doing with a thick amount of dough and the tall hooded man next to him seemed just as surprised.To Bring Them Back - CH 8 in Drama More Like This
Without thinking, the company dashed forward, wanting nothing but to close the gap between them and the one whom they sought. However, before a step could be made, the Contractor pushed his hand forth and, with his magik, shoved the armed lot away. The force exerted had been so powerful and abrupt that all the Dwarves – and even Gandalf – lost foot and fell. Though none of them lingered on the floor for long; they quickly jump
To Bring Them Back - CH 5"Odd," Thorin concluded, "It bears no title."To Bring Them Back - CH 5 in Drama More Like This
"Perhaps it was erased by time?" Dwalin suggested.
"I doubt it," Ori commented, he knew books well and wasn't afraid to display it, "There are normally faint markings on a book which once bore a title and though time has wrinkled it, it hasn't erased anything that once covered it. This book never bore a name."
"Then how do you know it's the one?" Kíli asked curiously.
"Because it has no name." Ori answered.
"Well there really is only one way to truly know if this is what we're looking for or not." Thorin stated as he gently opened the book. His eyes widened, "This…"
"What is it?" Kíli asked after a moment of silence.
"The pages…" Thorin mumbled frowning deeply as he showed them the pages, "They're blank."
"W-what?" Ori stuttered shocked that he had made a mistake concerning books. "How is that possible…?"
"I don't know!" Thorin hissed, tossing the book to the baffled dwarf, "Why don't you tell me!?"
To Bring Them Back - CH 3Thorin, confused and dismayed by the hobbit's response, took a moment to gather his thoughts. "Your name." he requested, "What is your name?"To Bring Them Back - CH 3 in Drama More Like This
"Wait…" the hobbit whispered, troubled by the request, "You really don't remember me?"
"Your name." Thorin insisted. "I need to know your name. Please. Who knows how long I have left before I awake."
The hobbit paused assessing the situation carefully. Then he looked Thorin dead in the eye and said: "My name is B—"
Thorin gasped as his eyes opened abruptly and reflexively flinched into a sitting position. Choked by an indescribable emotion, it took him a moment to calm his breathing and notice Fíli, Kíli and Pippin staring at him with wide eyes, next to his bed. "We…" Fíli hesitated slowly, "We came to wake you…"
"Supper is ready." Kíli added.
It still took their king a moment to register the spoken words for his meeting with the hobbit had shocked him something awful. "I saw him
To Bring Them Back - CH 1 The setting sun painted the sky warmly with orange and rose, and under its view there they stood on a pile of stone labelled Carrock. Thorin was covered in dirt, sweat and dry blood, not only that but he was extremely tired yet incredibly relieved. His stare was glued to a small man who's face was fogged.To Bring Them Back - CH 1 in Drama More Like This
"You…" Thorin nearly growled, "What were you doing? You nearly got yourself killed!" he took a step towards the little man as he regained his breathe, "Didn't I say you would be a burden…? That you would not survive in the wild? That you had no place amongst us?" he felt his heart thud heavily in his chest, as silence dwelled around them. Then, taking a breathe, Thorin finished his train of thought, "I've never been so wrong in my life."
As he admitted to fault, Thorin embraced the smaller man in a tight hug. The other's petit body tensed and remained still within the King's touch but soon loosened and accepted the contact with a conten
The Downside of Dreams, finale"John...John, can you hear me?" The expanding and contracting of a throbbing head made the voice about ten time louder then it actually was, and it certainly didn't help the dizziness or hurt.The Downside of Dreams, finale in Drama More Like This
"Yeah...yeah, not so loud, mmkay?" John mumbled, clenching his eyes shut at the impending shards of light that would no doubt seek to further his agony. He was aware of the cold floor beneath him, and felt one hand under his head, and another gripping his bicep.
"You blacked out," the voice said, a little softer this time. John chuckled, only to moan in pain as his head made a forte little drum solo to accompany the laugh...
...wait a minute...
"Oooooh no, no, not again," John exclaimed, stumbling up onto his feet and staggering around the room, Sherlock still kneeling on the floor. The detective frowned slightly, and watched John for a second before speaking.
"Not again? Not what again?" he asked, slowing raising himself up from the cool linoleum, stuffing his hands into the pocket
The Downside of Dreams, chap. 6The bicycle drove away, the man on it shouting obscenities at John as he did. The doctor's head throbbed from the collision with the concrete, and his heart hurt from what he knew he was about to see.The Downside of Dreams, chap. 6 in Drama More Like This
Lying on the street for a moment, eyeballs rolling in their sockets, John forced every muscle to contract, and slowly pushed himself back up on his feet. He turned to the hospital, and saw the crowd of shouting people gathered around, shouting orders and exclamations as they stared.
John's feet moved automatically towards the group, his heart slowing and his eyes blurring. He pushed his way past the people, knowing he was saying things, but his brain wouldn't translate...it was too dumbstruck.
His reached for the hand he saw, limp and lifeless, lying on the sidewalk, and grabbed the wrist. The skin was already a sickly grey shade, and what little warmth was left in the flesh was rapidly draining away. There was no pulse, no inner drum to signal life in his friend.
"Please...please tell me
The Downside of Dreams, chap. 4"Bad night?"The Downside of Dreams, chap. 4 in Drama More Like This
"Good morning to you, too," John mumbled, wrapping a dressing gown protectively around himself as he shuffled groggily into the living room of 221B Baker St. Sherlock, sitting in his favourite chair and tuning his violin, cocked and eyebrow and shot a quick glance at the clock that sat on the mantlepiece.
"Well, no, technically, it's afternoon," he said fluidly. John frowned and also gazed up at the timepiece. He moaned as he read 12:23 in the afternoon.
"Oh damn, Sherlock, I thought I told you I wanted to go out and get some food this morning," John despaired. Sherlock shrugged.
"Didn't sound like you were in any state to be woken up. Anyways, I got some things earlier." John looked at his flat mate.
"Really?" he asked. Sherlock nodded, not looking up from the strings of his instrument, which he plucked a few times before fiddling with the screws at the top to perfect their tone once more. John looked to the kitchen table and, sure enough, three bags of groceries stood. J
The Downside of Dreams, chap. 2"John...John, can you hear me?" The expanding and contracting of a throbbing head made the voice about ten time louder then it actually was, and it certainly didn't help the dizziness or hurt.The Downside of Dreams, chap. 2 in Drama More Like This
"Yeah...yeah, not so loud, mmkay?" John mumbled, clenching his eyes shut at the impending shards of light that would no doubt seek to further his agony. He was aware of the cold floor beneath him, and felt one hand under his head, and another gripping his bicep.
"You blacked out," the voice said, a little softer this time. John chuckled, only to moan in pain as his head made a forte little drum solo to accompany the laugh. He scrunched up his nose, and tried to move his head.
"Yeah, I figured that out myself, surprisingly," he muttered, shifting his elbow to try and prop himself up off the floor. However, a hand pressed itself firmly against his chest, and stilled his attempts at escape.
"No, no, you stay put. You shouldn't get up for a minute or two more, John. Just rest for a minute, ok?
The Downside of Dreams, chap. 1John stood.The Downside of Dreams, chap. 1 in Drama More Like This
He stood stock still.
His lips were slightly puckered. His eyes were narrowed. His entire body was wound so tight it felt like it was going to shatter at any minute.
And he could tell that his was making Sherlock just a little uncomfortable.
The detective stood in John's flat, in all his trademarked dignity: dark grey peacoat with the collar characteristically turned up, hands stuffed into the deep pockets. A deep blue scarf tied around his neck, a splash of colour against his black suit jacket and white shirt. Dark umber curls flowing in spirals over his head, which he held high and mighty, like he always did. His face stoic and superior, as it always was. Infuriatingly so.
"At any other time, John, you would be running your mouth when I desperately wanted peace, and now that I expect words, I get silence."
And silence reigned still.
John's brain was overclocked. This was the man that should have been buried 6 feet under a plot of land in the local graveyard. This was the
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...leave a note? When?
"John!" The doctor was jolted out of his oft-revisited nightmare by a concerned-looking detective, hand clamping a cool, damp cloth to the infirm's forehead. John's entire body felt like he had been set alight, and he felt sweat drenching the collar of his shirt. His head throbbed and his eyesight still waved shimmered like the mirages one sees in the desert.
"Fine...I'm fine!" he said, his voice much louder then what it had sounded like in his head. Sherlock sighed harshly, folding the cloth over in his hand before pressing it against John's face again.
"No, you're not, John," he chided. "There is no way you are anywhere near fine. Your heart rate is through the roof, you're suffering from a high fever, you're still dizzy, you're eyesight is still not right, your hands have gone numb, and..."
"Hands?" John was somehow shocked that Sherlock ha
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Toph woke up that morning feeling weirder than usual. Her head was aching and she felt the need to throw up. She ran to the window and pushed it open. She leaned over the side and threw up the contents of the previous day. Toph held onto her stomach, and took ragged breaths.
She had never felt this awful in her life before. Even though she had just emptied her stomach, she felt extremely hungry. She quickly freshened up a bit before heading to the dining hall Katara and Aang had shown her yesterday. On her way there, she ran into Sokka.
"Good Morning Toph." Sokka said, noticing she looked like she hadn't slept well.
Toph had dark circles under her pale green eyes. Her skin looked almost white and her body looked frail. Sokka frowned and took a step towards her.
"Are you okay?" He asked worried for her.
"I'm okay." She lied walking past him to go into the dining hall.
Suddenly her head felt heavy and she collapsed. Sokka caught her just in time and called fo
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Toph woke up to Lin's crying. She sat up and rubbed her eyes. Toph swung her legs over the bed. When her feet touched the floor, she could feel Lin's metal crib at the foot of the bed. Toph walked over and picked up the small four month old baby. Lin continued to cry but started to calm down once she sensed she was in her mother's arms.
It had been four months since the delivery. She had spent six long hours giving birth to her precious child, but her husband had been there to give her strength. She heard the creaking of her bed, then felt her husband make his way towards them. He wrapped his arms around Toph, and kissed her neck.
"Good Morning." He whispered into her ear.
Toph shuddered as his breath tickled her skin. She turned around to face him and he kissed her. She smiled and kissed his nose.
"Morning Snoozles." Toph said to her husband.
"Is she asleep?" He asked.
"Yeah." Toph answered.
"Good." He said, taking Lin from her and putting her back into the crib.
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"Alright, you guys are dismissed." Toph said as she ended class.
"Yes ma'am." The students replied as they dispersed.
It had been 19 years since Aang ended the hundred year war, and now Toph lived a peaceful life in Republic City. She opened up her own Metal Bending Academy, where she trained earth benders the technique she discover while helping the gang. Soon, her students would graduate and join the police force to help aid Republic City.
Toph felt a certain someone sneaking up behind her and she rolled her eyes. She stomped on the ground and a wall of earth stopped the shady character in their tracks.
"Sokka, when are you going to learn that sneak attacks don't work on me?" She asked as she dissolved the wall.
"Just watch Toph on of these days I'm going to catch you by surprise." He said, rubbing his nose.
Toph rolled her eyes and gave him a go-ahead-and-try smile.
"So what's up?" She asked.
"Aang and Katara invited us to go see Air Temple Island
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After Sokka and Aang came back with some food and fresh water for Toph, they left the girls alone. Sokka had originally planned to stay but Katara assured him Toph fainted because of lack of sleep. He was hesitant but he left them alone.
He and Aang decided to go for a walk in the park. They boarded Appa and head over to Republic City. They strolled through the peaceful scenery as they watched couples and children pass them. Sokka and Suki had many dates at this park.
The memory brought back the pain of his break up. Even though he had loved Suki and treasured her, he just couldn't deny that special place in his heart for Toph. Seeing her today in her current state, made him feel useless. He couldn't do anything to make her feel better.
He didn't like it when she felt pain. He'd rather be the one in pain than her. He just couldn't stand the thought of seeing her like that. Sokka felt his heart ache as he had watched Toph collapse, but at the same time he felt ha
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[The night of the Gala]
Toph arrived at City Hall before everyone else. This event was going to have the most important people in the United Republic of Nations, so she had to make sure the security was tight. When she was done, the first of the guests started to show up.
It was Aang and Katara, along with their kids. Even though Toph couldn't see them, she assumed they had dressed up.
"Hey Twinkle Toes." Toph sneered as she walked over to them. "Hey Katara."
"Wow, Toph. You look amazing." Katara said as she took in the sight of her friend.
Toph wore a strapless form-fitting pale green dress with a cream sash tied around her waist. In the back, the sash was tied into a bow. Over Toph's dress was a see through shawl that cover her shoulders and wrapped around her arms. Toph's raven black hair was down and she wore an ivory hairclip. Around her arm was the space rock arm band and she wore ivory bangles on her wrists.
"Yeah Toph. I thought you would come in your
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It had been one week since the ball. One week since the incident. Sokka was still confused as ever, but he also felt agitated. He wanted to know desperately what Toph and Noma were talking about that really started the incident.
He knew he couldn't ask Toph and Noma was out of the question. Then it hit him, he could ask Katara. She must've known something, and he was going to find out.
After he finished work at City Hall, he headed to Air Temple Island. He found Katara water bending on the shore. He walked over to her and she greeted him with a 'hello' and a hug. They had a small conversation about each other's day before he brought up the subject.
"Katara?" He began, shifting his weight.
"Yeah?" She said, continuing her practice.
"Can I ask you a question?" He continued nervously.
"Okay?" She replied, unsure.
"What's going on with Toph and Noma?" He spit out, barely getting the question to leave his lips.
Katara dropped the stream of water she was bending
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It was the only word he could find to describe how he felt. It was a strange and frightening feeling for him. He almost always knew which direction to go, so long as he had a map. But his map was gone.
Tears cascaded down his cheeks as he knelt under the warm sunshine, the light breeze toying with his messily done wolf-tail. Was the weather mocking him? It was so beautiful outside, but inside he felt so dark and gloomy. His sunshine was gone.
He had visited her grave numerous times, bringing fresh flowers or just to let himself mourn in peace, and ever visit brought back memories as fresh and uninviting as they were during her burial. He squeezed his eyes shut as he remembered his darkest day.
Everything had been quite normal. He had just wrapped up a rather successful council meeting and was now finishing up some paperwork in his office. It startled him when Lin came crashing through the door.
The first thing he noticed were the gouges on her jaw that were dripping with blood. C
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Lin giggled as Sokka lifted her up into his arms. He couldn't help but laugh himself. Her laugh was so similar to her mother's.
"It's time for you to go to bed," said the Councilman, poking her nose and making her squeal in delight. "So Mommy and I can have some alone time."
"I want to have alone time with you and Mommy!" she insisted innocently.
Sokka chuckled as he opened the little girl's room. "Not tonight, sweetheart."
He set her down on her mattress and handed Lin her favorite stuffed badgermole. She snuggled down under her blankets and yawned as her weariness took effect. Sokka blew out the candle burning on the nightstand.
"Goodnight, Lin," he said, brushing her hair away from her forehead before kissing the top of her head.
"I love you, Daddy,"
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The word infuriated only began to cover it.
She stomped through the front doors of headquarters, her eyebrows drawn together in a grimace, her lips pressed into a straight line. A Captain had the gall to approach her, asking if the fugitive was apprehended. She pushed past him and gave an irritated grunt in reply.
She disappeared into her office and slammed the door behind her.
Sokka, having seen the display from afar, walked up to her office, knowing very well that she was the loose cannon at the station if there was one. Toph didn't seem to understand the fact that all of her actions bore consequences. That's how she had gotten Lin. And now that she was so spitting mad, there was no telling what kind of destruction she might cause.
He knocked on the door.
"What the hell do you want!?"
He automatically took a step back and took a deep breath. "It's me. Can we talk?"
Toph metalbent the door open. He stepped in and closed the door behind him. Toph was
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"Can I help you?" asked a wide-eyed woman bouncing a yawning toddler on her hip.
Toph's heart stopped when she heard her voice. Her voice. After a nanosecond of panic, she regained her cool attitude. There had to be a rational explanation for her presence. Maybe she was a visiting neighbor. Or Shi's sister (although she didn't recall that he ever mentioned having a sister, or any family for that matter). Or maybe the man from the shop gave them the wrong directions and they were at the wrong house
Just then, Shi appeared in the doorway. He was a rather small man, not much taller than Toph, with broad shoulders and a crooked nose. His earthy green eyes reached Toph's face, and his eyes widened in shock. His gaze shifted to her belly, and his face turned deep red.
Sokka's blood boiled at the sight of this coward, at the whole disgusting situation. He opened his mouth, not quite sure what obscenities
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"What?" she asked.
"I never get tired of looking at you."
"Wish I could say the same."
Sokka chuckled softly and kissed her temple. He ran his fingers through her black hair and let his fingertips trace her jawbone. Toph leaned forward and connected their lips. Her hand traveled to the nape of his neck to pull him closer and deepen the kiss.
Abruptly, Toph froze and her eyes shot open. She flew out of bed and landed firmly on the ground. Sokka had heard it too. The faintest giggle. And it hadn't come from Toph.
"You don't think-," Sokka began.
"Well, I don't think Lin's the type to giggle to herself." She stamped her foot on the ground, but could o
TOKKA 2012: Day 1They were staring each other down. The air between them crackling with fury and determination. Neither side willing to yield. Aang was watching with trepidation. Hating conflict, observing the Water Tribe siblings battle it out made him nervous. Toph sat off a little ways, nonchalant. Even if she couldn't see, it made no difference to her. In fact, she thought things were more interesting earlier when Sokka and Katara had been engaged in a screaming match.TOKKA 2012: Day 1 in Romance More Like This
It all started when Sokka began complaining about how he always did the fishing for the group. His younger sister countered that he was good at it. However, he thought it was still unfair. As it got heated, Aang tried to step in only to receive two pairs of blue eyes giving him icy stares. Eventually Sokka, being the idea man he is, suggested a game to decide who would catch dinner for the evening. It was a game th
TOKKA 2012: Day 2"She is beautiful, Toph." Sokka was finally allowed back to see the baby after the midwife and Katara cleaned up mommy and daughter. He couldn't help but be in awe at what he held in his arms. Life, in the form of a small child with a tuft of black hair, eyes like tiny jade pieces, and a cute button nose, not unlike her mother.TOKKA 2012: Day 2 in General Fiction More Like This
"Guess I'll have to take your word for it." Toph replied quietly. It surprised him. He thought she would be more happy. Tired, but happy. She seemed almost sad.
"Trust me, she's perfect. She is the Blind Bandit's daughter after all." This brought a small smile to the earth bender's face and Sokka praised himself for the tiny victory.
"Sokka?" The man stiffened. Toph rarely called him by name, even after all these years. She pat the mat next to her and Sokka sat down. He passed the newborn back to her mother and watch
TOKKA 2012: Day 5She shouldn't be out here and she knows it. It's been nearly two years since the end of the war, but things were still hectic and this place was still dangerous. She could still remember the heat from those metal airships and fire benders, the fear she felt, the hopelessness, the slipping of fingers-TOKKA 2012: Day 5 in Romance More Like This
No. She couldn't let that bother her now. She was on a mission and she refused to go home empty handed. It was her fault anyway. Why he lost something so precious to him. She'd bring that sword back to him or die trying. Iroh had kindly brought her out here this morning and she'd spent all day walking along this wasteland using her earth bending to seek out that special sword but to no avail.
The air was getting cooler and she could assume that the giant "yellow" (whatever that was) ball in the sky that everyone talked about was going down. Feeling tired and a bit hungry, Toph stopped for the
TOKKA Week 2012: Day 6They'd been at the bar for several hours now. Katara and Aang had left a while back to return to their home on Air Temple Island. Zuko and Mai, who had been visiting Republic city, declined the offer to go out for drinks after dinner. That left Toph with a pretty drunk (and getting steadily drunker) Sokka. The timing couldn't have been more perfect for this spontaneous get together. A few days prior her parents had arrived in the city after several letters had been passed between them and their daughter. Things seemed to be getting better and Toph felt it was time for them to meet their one year old granddaughter. They even offered to watch her for the evening so Toph could spend time with her friends away from work and without worry.TOKKA Week 2012: Day 6 in Romance More Like This
Now that everyone had gone though, the earth bender felt a bit nervous. Her feelings for Sokka over the years were turbulent, to say the least. She loved him, she hate
TOKKA 2012: Day 3"Excuse me, my good fellows." The two policemen in front of him stopped immediately and spun around to meet the voice. Two arms shut up in a salute, backs straight and eyes to the front. Sokka chuckled lowly. "At ease, at ease." Toph must've really trained them well. Or scared the living daylights out of them. Sokka likes to think it was a good mixture of both. "I was wondering if you two know where I might be able to find Chief Bei Fong?"TOKKA 2012: Day 3 in Romance More Like This
"Councilman S-" the older looking of the two started.
"Just 'Sokka' if you will."
"Um, alright. Sokka sir, the chief left a little early today."
"Right, sir, not too long after lunch." chimed in the younger second.
Sokka raised an eyebrow. Admittedly, that was his exact reason in finding the metal bender. He was planning on telling her to go home and rest. She had been working much too hard and too long