Theme Prompt - StripesTwo exhausted men limped their way up the stairs to 221B. They had just finished a wild chase through the streets of London and caught a murderer, though both had been harmed in the process. John was limping, his left ankle sprained from landing wrong after jumping a fence. Sherlock grimaced, his hand running across his back. He had tripped, tripped, and slammed into a metal fence. The bars had left stripes across his back, the bruising aching as his shirt brushed it.Theme Prompt - Stripes in Short Stories More Like This
"Let's not do that again for a while, Sherlock," John said, heading to the kitchen to make tea.
"I heartily concur," Sherlock groaned, easing his coat off. The lost weight was enough to calm the ache in his back and he sat down in his armchair. He forgot about the scarf and flipped through the paper. He took the cup of tea absently as John walked back in and handed it to him. The doctor groaned as he eased himself down into his own chair.
"Anything interesting in the news?" John asked sardonically. He knew most thi
Sick DaysJohn, how come you weren't in school today? This project is really important. We need to get a good grade on it. - SHSick Days in Short Stories More Like This
Sick, Sherlock. Got the flu. - JW
You can't be sick now. We're so close to graduating. - SH
Tell that to my immune system. Can we talk about this later? - JW
No. I'm coming over and we're going to work on our project. - SH
Sherlock, no. I feel like crap and I'm sleeping all the time. Plus you'll get sick. - JW
Sherlock? - JW
The arrogant boy didn't respond to John's text and he finally put the phone on his nightstand, not expecting a response now. He smiled sardonically and a small part of him hoped that Sherlock did get sick if he came over. Would serve him right. John laid back down and quickly fell into a dreamless sleep, his body unable to stay awake any longer.
Sherlock rode his bike quickly the half mile it took to get from his house to John's. He did really want to work on their project but the bigger part of him was worried about John. His friend didn't get sick
Theme Prompt - Precious Treasure"John! John get in here!" Sherlock bellowed from his armchair. He startled the client sitting in John's red armchair, but at the moment he didn't care. He had a case again. It had been a month since he returned to the flat and clients had finally started ringing the bell again. He looked up as John walked into the room from the kitchen.Theme Prompt - Precious Treasure in Short Stories More Like This
John held a plate in his hand and was idly drying it. Sherlock still wouldn't do the dishes. John looked at his flatmate, now partner, and allowed some of the heat he felt to show in his eyes. Sherlock sternly reminded himself not to fidget in front of a client and cleared his throat.
"This man has lost a precious treasure," Sherlock said. "And he wants us to find it." Sherlock gestured at the man and he turned in his seat. John saw that he was an older man, with red hair and blue eyes. The man took a deep breath and clasped his hands.
"My name is Edward Atkins," he started. "I own a small chain of jewelry stores. Yesterday, a woman came in to ha
Benedict Who?Hey, Greg, you busy? - JWBenedict Who? in Short Stories More Like This
Nope. Just finished a case. What's up, John? - GL
Kinda hoping for some company. Been a hard day. - JW
I understand. 8 month anniversary today, isn't it? - GL
... Yeah. So if you wouldn't mind coming over? - JW
Sure. I'm over at Molly's. Give me 20 minutes? - GL
See you then. - JW
A polite knock on the door about half an hour later had John limping to the door to open it. Greg Lestrade walked in, a small smile on his face. John closed the door and led the way to the armchairs in the center of the room. John took Sherlock's old chair while Greg settled into John's usual chair.
"So," Greg started quietly, staring at John. "How you holding up?"
"Been better," John said sadly. "Been worse. It just kind of hit me all at once today, you know?" Greg nodded, sending John a compassionate glance.
"What do you want to do?" Greg asked curiously. "Trade stories, sit in silence, watch telly?" John huffed out a strained laugh and ran a hand through his hair.
"I don't think I
The Blind DateHarry Watson rolled her eyes and grinned as she read the most recent entry in John's blog. She barely cared about the case itself but ever since she'd read the first entry about Sherlock Holmes, she'd been curious about how her brother described the man. He seemed to almost have a schoolgirl-type crush on Sherlock, which Harry pointed out in a comment with glee. Further entries showed how John was slowly falling for the arrogant detective, though every hint Harry left was resolutely ignored.The Blind Date in Short Stories More Like This
The ringing of her phone startled Harry out of her contemplation of John's sadly lacking love life. She didn't recognize the number on the display so ignored it until the phone stopped ringing. The caller didn't leave a voicemail, so she looked back to her computer screen. A few seconds later, her phone rang again with the same number.
"Hello?" Harry asked, irritation in her voice as she answered the phone.
"Harriet Watson?" a cultured voice said on the other end.
"Yes, that's me. Who are you and w
Theme Prompt - Silence the Second"Soon. -SH"Theme Prompt - Silence the Second in Short Stories More Like This
John's hand shook as he read the text on his phone. His heart hammered in his chest and the newspaper fluttered to the ground, forgotten. John clutched the phone as if it were a lifeline back to reality, back to Sherlock. He still didn't know if it really was that mad detective sending the texts, but right now he didn't care.
He held the phone gently now debating whether to send a text back. John ached to see Sherlock again, to hear his voice, and roll his eyes at another experiment on their kitchen table. 1 year, 5 months, 2 weeks, and 1 day since he had received the last text. The text that saved his life and gave him hope. John did a quick calculation and realized it had been over 2 years since Sherlock's fall. He could finally think his name now even if he couldn't say it out loud.
John let his mind wander over all the things he wished he had said to his friend and colleague. How much he enjoyed his company, craved the danger and adrenaline, loved the mad brilliant man
Watching You Fall Omegle 51You: John cleaned himself up, remembering the touch of Dean's tongue, then changed quickly. He wasn't sure if he wanted to see Dean downstairs or not, but when he got there, the flat was empty. He typed out a quick message to Mycroft on his phone before heading out to flag down a cab.Watching You Fall Omegle 51 in Short Stories More Like This
Stranger: Mycroft paced the flat as he waited for John. He nervously looked at Greg, who he hadn't been able to wake up for the past two hours. He jumped as he heard the knock on the door and quickly went over to open it.
You: "Sorry it took me so long," John said, nodding at Mycroft but giving no further explanation. "Have you been able to wake Greg yet?"
Stranger: "No," Mycroft shook his head, waving John inside. "At first he would wake up for only a few minutes then go back to sleep. Now he won't wake up at all..."
You: John walked into the flat and stopped in the entryway. "Where is he?" he asked, starting to take off his coat. "And has his fever gotten any higher?"
Stranger: "Living room," Mycroft sa
Watching You Fall Omegle 7----------------Chapter 3-----------------------Watching You Fall Omegle 7 in Short Stories More Like This
Stranger: Sherlock stood outside the tall build where he knew the DI would be checking in in just a matter of minutes. The sky was dark and threatening to dampen the mood even more so as Sherlock stood there, waiting for his target. He had arrived an hour early, to make sure he didn't miss the sniper. But so far, none of the day shift has shown, and no sign of the sniper.
You: Lestrade yawned and rubbed a hand over his face as he walked up to the building. This shift was going to kill him, he felt it. Luckily, he was only stuck on it for another year. He saw a stranger loitering near the benches and dismissed him. Probably a rookie out for a smoke. He saw the newest member of his department walking behind him and waved genially to him. "Hey, Eric, crappy morning, eh?"
Stranger: "Mornin' boss. Yeah, really is. Think it'll blow over soon?" Eric asked, looking out the window and sipping his coffee, trying to act as normal as possible.
Theme Prompt - Insanity'1 year, 5 months, 2 weeks, and 1 day,' Sherlock thought as he sat in the flat across from his old one. The flat that John still stayed in. Sherlock glanced down at his phone, a cheap one he had picked up about a year ago, and wondered. He hadn't gotten a return text all that time ago when he saved John from the pills. He wasn't even sure if John believed it had come from him.Theme Prompt - Insanity in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock sighed and ran a hand through his black curls. Moriarty's web was almost completely dismantled, but the time grated on Sherlock. He could feel what he swore was insanity creeping slowly up to him. The longer he spent away from their flat, from John, the worse the feeling became. He felt as if tendrils were creeping along his back, tingling and burning. He didn't know how much longer until the insanity took him over, but he hoped he had enough time.
Movement across the street caught his eye and Sherlock jumped up. He rushed to the window and parted the curtains carefully. It wouldn't do for John to see hi
Watching You Fall OmegleYou: John dashed forward, dazed from the hit by the bicyclist. He had to get to Sherlock, had to save him somehow.Watching You Fall Omegle in Short Stories More Like This
Stranger: Sherlock laid on the ground, bleeding
You: Babbling somewhat incoherently, John fought his way through the onlookers surrounding his friend. He turned Sherlock onto his back and grabbed for his wrist, trying to find a pulse. "Oh, god, no," he moaned, feeling nothing. "God, no."
Stranger: And still bleeding...
You: John felt someone grab his shoulders as he collapsed, his eyes fixed on Sherlock's bloody face. He was pulled back and paramedics came with a stretcher, bundling Sherlock onto it and bearing his body away.
Stranger: Lestrade walked up to the scene, seeing John, he took hold of him away from the paramedic that was holding him. "John...? What happened? John...?
You: "He's... he's gone," John mumbled, trying to focus on Lestrade's face. "He just... jumped. Said goodbye and jumped."
Stranger: "He's what...?" Lestrade asked, focusing on the tears on John's f