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Sesame Chicken from Golden Lotus for dinner.
You know some people use "please" when making a request.
It wasn't a request.
That's across London, Sherlock!
John, I haven't eaten for three days.
And whose fault is that?
The murderer. Keep up.
Oh, you solved it, then?
No, John, I have the name of the murderer but I haven't solved the case.
Alright, no need to get sarcastic.
There is every need. You won't get Chinese.
I'll get you Chinese, just not from Golden Lotus. There's the cafe right near the flat.
Their Sesame Chicken is too dry. And they drench their fried rice in soy sauce.
Then order something else! Or we could
Sherlock: The Case Is SolvedSherlock Holmes was happy he had managed to make it to John’s wedding, he was his best man after all. Yes, John was getting married, and yes, Sherlock was his best man. Sherlock was dressed in his sharpest suit and he had managed to brush his hair back for the occasion. He had decided to reveal his survival a few weeks ago. John had taken it well and everything was getting back to normal. Sherlock watched on as Elise walked across the aisle, he saw John smile as he laid his eyes on her.More Like This
Her dress looked as delicate as a flower and was as white as snow.
Inwardly, John was glad that Sherlock had made it to the wedding. He was shocked about Sherlock’s ‘appearance’ a few weeks ago but everything was going smoothly now. The Priest began talking and John’s smile grew wider
“And do you, John Watson, take Elise Addams to be your lawfully wedded Wife?”
John opened his mouth to speak but didn't make it as the bomb went off…
''Goodnight, John.''Fandom: BBC SherlockMore Like This
John's favourite side of Sherlock is the one that only emerges late at night after they've solved a case. John stands in the bathroom doorway, watching this almost-unrecognisable Sherlock stand barefoot in the bathroom at 3:25am in delightfully worn-out pyjamas, cleaning his teeth in precise, rapid movements. He is almost unrecognisable from the Sherlock of the daytime hours. He is unashamedly wearing his glasses because he's already taken out his contacts but still needs to see to clean his teeth. His hair is mussed from the haphazard way he pulled on his t-shirt. (But he doesn't bother about fixing it because he's about to go to sleep so what's the point?)
Sherlock glances up as he finishes with his teeth and catches sight of John in the doorway. He smiles at John through the mirror and, unable to speak with his mouth still full of toothpaste, holds up two fingers of his free hand to indicate how much longer he'll be. John just nods and smiles back. (Sherl
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John lay awake with his dark haired friend fast asleep on his chest wondering how the hell he went from comforting Sherlock to kissing him to having sex with him.
Sherlock had knocked on his door sometime in the afternoon and that in itself was alarming, usually Sherlock just picked the lock and made himself at home in John’s room. John opened the door and Sherlock looked down at his feet shuffling slightly.
“Can I come in?” He asked.
“I don’t know, can you Sherlock?” John teased, Sherlock was usually such a grammar nazi.
“May I?” he asked in a small voice, John realized this was serious and let the taller boy in. Sherlock curled up on the floor in front of John’s bed while the blonde sat on the edge, as soon as we was down Sherlock scooted over to lean against his legs.
“Sherlock, what’s wrong, you’re starting to freak me out.”
“It’s my family John.”
“What, what about them?”
Sherlock A Shot In the DarkThe man was fast, but Sherlock was faster and had an enormous amount of knowledge of London's streets and alleys. John was keeping up well enough considering they'd been at this for three blocks now; being in the army will do that for you.More Like This
This creep had been another serial killer, mainly of torturing and killing women then leaving clues and a calling card behind, perfect bait for Sherlock. He had figured it out within 12hrs, which led them to chasing the killer down because they always run. Always. The only reason he hadn't been tackled by John or Sherlock yet was because he was packing a .45 caliber handgun as well as a small dagger. John could only guess at why he had the knife… and who he used it on, considering the victims always had their throats cut.
John was lagging behind slightly just in case the killer tried anything and Sherlock had disappeared behind an alley corner right on the man's heels. By the time John rounded the corner, Sherlock and the killer were in the mi
I have something to tell you (Johnlock)John furrowed his eyebrows slightly glancing up at Sherlock from above his newspaper. Folding it he put on the arm of the chair " Sherlock " he spoke.More Like This
" Yes John? " Sherlock responded.
" Have I done something wrong that I should know about or something?" He asked.
" No not at all, why would you assume that?"
" Well because you've been acting really weird around me for quite a while now. You're always looking at me as if I have."
" Oh... well i'm i'm sorry if I've given you that impression John." Sherlock said looking away feeling a little awkward " I'll stop."
" No it's fine. I just thought that well I might of doing something wrong. It is you after all. " John said thinking it was a little strange for Sherlock to act like this.
" I- I just need to do something " He stuttered quickly walking off to his bedroom. Quickly closing the door behind him as he went to sit on his bed. How could he be so stupid? Looking at me strangely? What's that all about? Bloody hell Sherlock you freak. Sher
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Another man down.
Another friend down.
"Noo. . ." John murmurs in his sleep, his head moving to the other side of his pillow.
Another gunshot, followed by a loud boom as dirt flies into the air and comrades fall.
"Noo. . . noo. . ." He says more urgently, like a quiet, desperate cry.
The image changes.
It's Sherlock, on the roof of the hospital again.
The scene replayed in his head.
Sherlock sending his 'note' and jumping.
"SHERLOCK!" John bolts upwards, wide awake and breathing hard. He looked around, making sure that he was still there in his bedroom of 221b Baker Street. His and Sherlock's flat.
"That was two years ago John, calm down, Sherlock is fine." He said to himself, throwing his blanket back over his shoulder and laying his head on the pillow. He sighed, his breath back to normal. A light passed by the window, caused by a passing car. The faint sound of a siren wailing in the night. He turned away from the window and started drifting back to sleep. He was almost a
Did It Feel Like This? ::Johnlock::"JOHN!" Sherlock boomed through the flat, "Where are the cow intestines I had in the refrigerator?"More Like This
"Oh, is that what those were? They were making the flat smell rancid, so I threw them out," John replied simply.
Sherlock skidded to a halt next to John's chair in the living room. "Those intestines were a crucial element to the experiment I have been working on. Why didn't you ask before throwing them out?"
Folding his newspaper and setting it on his leg, John replied, "I don't know, I just didn't feel like gagging every time I opened the refrigerator to get milk. Which, by the way, it's your turn to get more milk."
"There's no time for milk! I'll have to run out and get more intestines before they run out," Sherlock said whilst pulling his coat onto his body.
"Where on earth can you regularly buy cow intestines-" John started, but was cut off by the ringing of Sherlock's mobile.
Sherlock reached into his suit pocket, pulling out his mobile and clicking the answer button. "Sherloc