Chapter 15 _ 221B Paw Stories221B PAW STORIESMore Like This
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For the gentle wind does move
Maybe this hadn't been a good idea.
They were standing a little way down the street of the house of Brad Campbell's wife, staring at said house. Or, to be more specific, Sherlock was standing, and John was in his arms.
In any other situation the doctor would have found little objection to that, but considering their current surroundings and goal, he found that he was far from satisfied with his friend's reasoning — "John, you are not a stray cat and have never set... paw on the London pavement before. Therefore it is only logical that I carry you until it is necessary you scurry off on your own. Don't act as if it were insulting."
Oh yeah? What exactly wasn't insulting about being treated like a bloody house cat — John did not dare think pet? And scurrying off? John almost bit Sherlock at t
Chapter 14 - 221B PAW STORIES221B PAW STORIESMore Like This
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Love that never told can be
In a heartbeat, Sherlock realized in what turmoil John was, and that he would never be able to help if he held him just to get on faster with the case.
The problem was that he did want to just get on faster with the case. It had come at the perfect time; a time when Sherlock needed to take his mind off the whole relationship issue, a time when he needed to reaffirm the brilliancy of his mind which had quite failed him in his deductions concerning John's feelings towards Maggie, and... towards him. All in all, a new case was Godsend.
There was, however, a snag; namely, that John was presently a manul. It was as if fate would not let them go on with their life and put away undiscussed matters for a while. Not that Sherlock believed in anything as silly as fate; the only thing he knew for sure fro