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The Third Holmes: Chapter Five
“You’re late.” Jim said when Enola walked into the empty warehouse. “I didn’t really think you’d mind.” She pushed a strand of dark hair behind her ear. He looked her over. In her early twenties. Had braces when she was eighteen. Straightens her hair often. Been biting her nails for the last twelve years. She had scars on her arms, most likely self-inflicted. The newest was no more than a month old. “So I take it your name isn’t Richard?” Enola asked. “Nope.” He replied popping the p. “So who are you really?” “James Moriarty, but you can call me Jim.&#
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The Third Holmes: Chapter Four
“So who’d you suppose it is?” John asked. “Hmm?” Sherlock hummed, looking into a microscope. “The woman?” Enola offered. “Yes, the woman on the phone. The crying woman.” “Oh she doesn’t matter.” Sherlock said blandly, “She’s just a hostage. No lead there.” The other man sighed, “For God’s sake, I wasn’t thinking about leads.” “Don’t bother John. Sherlock is the most apathetic person you’ll ever meet.” He covered his face with a hand, “Neither of you are going to be of use to her.” Enola ignore
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The Third Holmes: Chapter Three
A few hours later, Enola was still out walking. She didn’t want to go back to the flat and risk another argument so she’d finally decided to get a cup of coffee. She sat down at one of the small tables outside the shop; cup of coffee warming her hands. Absentmindedly, she checked her phone to see if Sherlock had texted her. He hadn’t. Maybe coming back to London had been a bad idea. All her friends were back in America and she wasn’t really sure what she was going to do with a degree in English. Is she asked, Enola knew Mycroft would be more than happy to send her back, away from temptation. But if only it was as sim
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The Third Holmes: Chapter Two
“I know it’s a mess dear. I’m surprised you want it.” Mrs. Hudson unlocked the door to 221C. “Not at all. I’m going to have a lot of use for this.” Enola beamed. “You and your brothers are rather odd, aren’t you?” she handed the young girl a key, “This one is yours. I have my own if you lose it but try not to.” “I’ll do my best.” Slipping the key into the front pocket of her blue jeans, she made her way up the stairs to where Sherlock was loading a gun on the couch. “I can tell you’re bored but blowing your brains out really isn’t th
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The Third Holmes: Chapter One
John Watson walked into 221B hauling bags of groceries with each hand. He fought the door open and shut it with his foot, grumbling under his breath about Sherlock never helping with the groceries. He made his way to the kitchen and set the bags down on the already crowded counters; he started putting the eggs away when his entire body froze. He walked back out to the sitting room. There was a girl laying on the couch texting. “Um.” He cleared his throat, “Who are you?” “Hi.” She waved a hand in his direction. He couldn’t see her face behind her phone. “Hello. Can I help you?” “Not
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The Third Holmes: Chapter Five
“You’re late.” Jim said when Enola walked into the empty warehouse. “I didn’t really think you’d mind.” She pushed a strand of dark hair behind her ear. He looked her over. In her early twenties. Had braces when she was eighteen. Straightens her hair often. Been biting her nails for the last twelve years. She had scars on her arms, most likely self-inflicted. The newest was no more than a month old. “So I take it your name isn’t Richard?” Enola asked. “Nope.” He replied popping the p. “So who are you really?” “James Moriarty, but you can call me Jim.&#
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The Third Holmes: Chapter Four
“So who’d you suppose it is?” John asked. “Hmm?” Sherlock hummed, looking into a microscope. “The woman?” Enola offered. “Yes, the woman on the phone. The crying woman.” “Oh she doesn’t matter.” Sherlock said blandly, “She’s just a hostage. No lead there.” The other man sighed, “For God’s sake, I wasn’t thinking about leads.” “Don’t bother John. Sherlock is the most apathetic person you’ll ever meet.” He covered his face with a hand, “Neither of you are going to be of use to her.” Enola ignore
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The Third Holmes: Chapter Three
A few hours later, Enola was still out walking. She didn’t want to go back to the flat and risk another argument so she’d finally decided to get a cup of coffee. She sat down at one of the small tables outside the shop; cup of coffee warming her hands. Absentmindedly, she checked her phone to see if Sherlock had texted her. He hadn’t. Maybe coming back to London had been a bad idea. All her friends were back in America and she wasn’t really sure what she was going to do with a degree in English. Is she asked, Enola knew Mycroft would be more than happy to send her back, away from temptation. But if only it was as sim
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The Third Holmes: Chapter Two
“I know it’s a mess dear. I’m surprised you want it.” Mrs. Hudson unlocked the door to 221C. “Not at all. I’m going to have a lot of use for this.” Enola beamed. “You and your brothers are rather odd, aren’t you?” she handed the young girl a key, “This one is yours. I have my own if you lose it but try not to.” “I’ll do my best.” Slipping the key into the front pocket of her blue jeans, she made her way up the stairs to where Sherlock was loading a gun on the couch. “I can tell you’re bored but blowing your brains out really isn’t th
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The Third Holmes: Chapter One
John Watson walked into 221B hauling bags of groceries with each hand. He fought the door open and shut it with his foot, grumbling under his breath about Sherlock never helping with the groceries. He made his way to the kitchen and set the bags down on the already crowded counters; he started putting the eggs away when his entire body froze. He walked back out to the sitting room. There was a girl laying on the couch texting. “Um.” He cleared his throat, “Who are you?” “Hi.” She waved a hand in his direction. He couldn’t see her face behind her phone. “Hello. Can I help you?” “Not
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Phantom of the Opera x Reader: A Name to a Mask
You gaze over the ivory keys in both curiosity and wonder at the instrument which the Master played and composed his heavenly pieces. It astonished you. How an instrument could produce such beautiful sounds at the touch of such a being. Your Master’s. Monsieur Destler. Though he did always prefer the title of Master from your lips. He was a famous composer, one of which could not be identified truthfully by anyone. He never attended gala’s, nor balls, meeting were letters which were delivered by your hand. He was a stranger in the eyes of the public. Even yourself. It had been three years since you had began working for him,
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You were curled up in the bunker, feet pulled up on the couch. A blanket was draped neatly over your legs and a book was propped up on your knees, your finger trailing over the page as you read. You were fascinated by the books in the bunker, and since you were now living there you had all the time in the world to read them. You had kinda forced yourself upon the Winchesters. Since you had known them since the three of you were in highschool, you knew each other well. And when you had lost your apartment, you had showed up on the doorstep of the bunker with your few belongings and the intention to stay. Sam had wanted to turn you away, but D
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I walked up the large set of stairs, a smile playing on my lips. "It's even bigger than I remembered." I said. "This is going to be so awesome." As I reached the top step, I tripped and fell face first. "Ow. That hurt." I grabbed my bleeding nose. A hand outstretched to me, "Need some help?" I looked up to see my brother, "Kid!" I jumped up and hugged him, "It's so good to see you!" "It's good to see you to-" he paused, mid-sentence. His left eye began to twitch, "Molly, why does your right sock have two stripes and your left only one?" Kid's voice sounded very flustered. "Oh, I must have put on the wrong one. I was in a rush this morning

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