Prepared to do Anythingsoul lost
a life's work
I'm not human
a dark cloth demon
blood upon my hands.
I never meant to hurt you, John
I never meant to die
Moriarty played me
burned my heart
left me on my own
prepared to do anything
to make my way home.
Follow You into the Dark - Sherlocks POV[Sherlock's POV]
Sherlock was frantic. John and he had been chasing the assassin through the subterranean tunnels. John had been right behind him as the tunnels were too narrow for him to be at Sherlock's side.
Sherlock had lost the assassin in the maze. Giving up and being too winded to go on. He'd stopped and rested his hands against his knees as his breathing came back to normal. Then it came to him that John was not behind him. Oh god.
"John, JOHN," Sherlock had yelled into the tunnels. The reverberation from the walls was all that came back at him. There were side tunnels and lower tunnels all along the route that he had traveled. He hurriedly walked back to where he had started from, being as quiet as was possible, so as to hear John's voice. Nothing.
The tunnels were drainage of a sort. They were cold, damp and hellish and John was injured, unconscious. Sherlock needed help in this, but stopping to round up people from his homeless network would take precious time; time that cou
Three MenJohn was always brave
Sherlock was unkind
Moriarty was a madman
hellbent and refined
bored with ordinary people
childlike and quite loud
who entered history
only two come out
Molly's Reward Chpt 2Continuing story
Sherlock was still holding Molly when she came to in his arms.
"I've got you," he held her close as she reclaimed her balance.
Molly had saved this man's life. She had been there when everyone but John had turned away from him. He'd changed ever so slightly since his return. She had to change too!
Molly grabbed Sherlock by his suit lapels and pulled the giant down to her diminutive height. Throwing her arms around his neck she drew him in for her kiss. Her petal soft lips caressed his, but then her inner strength, that part of her that few knew, it leapt forward and she passionately began to devour Sherlock. She held him tight pressing her body to his, overwhelming herself with her boldness. Finally, after who the hell knew how long, she relinquish her grip on Sherlock and settled back into his arms.
"I hope I don't have to faint now," Sherlock smiled his little boy smile.
Molly looked away from his eyes and sighed regretfully.
"Molly, I was trying to be humorous and I
The Subtly of SensualityOne shot
It had been one of the coldest evenings on record in old London. John and Sherlock had been out investigating a new case. They were done now but there were no taxi's to be had. Now they were suffering from the terrible cold.
"Wish you had your ear hat now?" John asked comically as he walked at Sherlock's side, his gloved hands and winter hat barely keeping the cold at bay.
"Oh, you'd be so happy to have that photo op wouldn't you, John?"
Sherlock hated that cursed hat and it just kept showing up. Oh, how he abhorred that hat.
John pulled the infamous hat from his pocket and handed it to Sherlock.
"Listen, you brought it on yourself. You were the one who chose it from all the hats in the theater. You just have to deal with it till it all goes away."
"It is never going away." Sherlock harrumphed about it all. Took the hat and jammed it down on head pulling the flaps down to cover his freezing ears.
Sherlock pulled out his mobile and accessed an app that would bring the nearest c
John's midnight blue eyes were unwavering as he looked at Sherlock sleeping on the couch. Sherlock looked so very young when he slept. All the bravado and bluster, the cool genius of intellect evaporated and some of the innocence of a child become evident.
John sat opposite Sherlock. He put down the book he had been reading. He often wondered about his friend. They'd been together a little over two years and yet he knew next to nothing of Sherlock's early years or of his intimate life.
Sherlock still liked to go on dates with John 'where two people go out and have fun together' and the idea that this was normally a male/female thing never crossed Sherlock's mind. He was an attractive man, woman fawned over him continually, but it was as if women were an alien species which Sherlock found interesting, but only as specimens to be observed and cataloged.
Placing his book on the table, John stood and picked up Sherlock's blanket which had fallen to the floor
Through the Rabbit Hole, SidewaysOne-shot
Sherlock took John by the hand as they moved through the dense fog that only allowed a few inches of visibility.
"Where are we, Sherlock?" John asked as Sherlock pulled him quickly along.
"Just a few more meters, come." Sherlock tugged harder.
Finally, the fog moved away from a structure that took up the whole horizon, or what John could see of it. Massive stained glass doors came into view. A wind tossed sea met a rugged shoreline and above imagined constellations moved in swirls that Van Gogh would appreciate. And everywhere mathematical equations, words and pictures seem to frolic across the glass.
"Where the hell...," John didn't finish his statement as he looked closely at the Sherlock that stood in front of him and nearly fell backwards. This Sherlock was just as tall, but he was sixteen or seventeen years younger. His long black curly hair was well past his shoulders and pulled back into a pony tail. He was so very thin. John had thought his Sherlock thin, but this youn
Where else?One shot John Centric
The bombers primary explosion caught everyone in the station by surprise. John and Sherlock arrived just as the explosion happened. Sherlock was ahead of John and was blown against an interior wall as rubble rained down on him. John threw himself over Sherlock as a secondary bomb showered the area with blowing glass shards that ripped through everything.
John got up off Sherlock examined him briefly then immediately pulled him to a sitting position.
"Sherlock, you warned them about the bomber, the explosions. Where are the next ones going to happen? Where, Sherlock? Which exit will be blocked? Hurry, man, we have to get all these people to safety."
"John?" Sherlock was stunned.
John grabbed Sherlock's head between his hands and made him focus.
"Which is the safe exit, Sherlock? NOW!"
"Toward the rear of the building, John, the next bomb will go off in the front."
John stood pulling Sherlock up with him; pushing Sherlock toward the rear of the building.