Johnlock: It's Ok To Make A MistakeMore Like This
His face was drawn, eyes almost distant as he resisted a pout, not gazing at John while resting his head upon his fist, embarrassment still engulfing him at his stupid mistake. Of course it was the gas leaked in the area of those woods that had caused the hallucinations, not the blasted sugar in John's tea.
He wondered how he had even come to such a ridiculous conclusion as his brow furrowed, eyes narrowing to glare at the smiling couple pushing their child down the road in a buggy, the sun glinting from the surroundings of the fresh outdoors and leaving the interior of the pub still in musky darkness.
Looking up, John watched Sherlock for a moment before taking a sip of his pint, sighing as he placed it down upon the worn wood of the bench they sat at, a little further away than the rest of the tables as the sun beamed down upon them, trying to penetrate the large umbrella that hung over them.
"What's the matter Sherlock?" he asked, training his gaze to the pale man before him, only r
-Johnlock- Lost without my milkHe was a fool to believe that Sherlock would ever feel the same for him. It had been a kiss a quick spur of weakness led by naivety. John groaned, head bowed in embarrassment. How could he have done something so stupid? He didn't expect Sherlock to hate him now no, the man wasn't shallow after all. However, John would bet for any amount of money that Sherlock's respect for him had just fallen drastically.More Like This
John groaned again. That was worse than hate. Why did he have to be so cliché?
Bleep. John jumped, pulling his phone from his pocket.
Stop wallowing in self pity. Need milk. SH.
John growled. He decided to text back.
Get it yourself. Why did you text me? You're in the other room. JW.
I believe the question is: why did you text me back? A little hypocritical don't you think? Get milk. SH.
"God dammit, Sherlock!" A very agitated John hissed. He burst through his bedroom door and thundered down the stairs, only to be greeted by a nonc
Look At Me- JohnlockSherlock, a little friend of yours stopped by - JMMore Like This
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'
The Reichenbach ConsequenceIn the end the years flew by,More Like This
Newspapers ceased harbouring empty lies,
Although the pain seemed to never end,
John found it easier to try to pretend,
He moved out of the flat. It hurt him to stay,
And no matter what he had once said: he was not okay,
The days were empty, the nights were long,
And in the end he found he couldn't stay strong,
He found himself on the same rooftop, which had occupied his late friend,
John closed his eyes for the last time, as he began to descend,
The good doctor's final thought, as he approached the hard ground fast;
The detective and his blogger would reunite at last.