The Detective and the Demon - oreganotea - Sherlock (TV. The room looks very cosy. Filled with books, rugs, pictures, various knick-knacks, comfortable-looking furniture and earthy colours, it’s the perfect depiction of warm domesticity. A bit messy, maybe, but really that only makes it seem more lived in, more like a home. The thing is, the room shouldn’t be a room at all. Not this kind of room, anyway. It should be a chamber, or a basement, or possibly a laboratory; it should not be a place normally used for napping and watching telly.
-and has to bite his tongue almost hard enough to draw blood to stop himself from bursting out laughing. “You are not what I was expecting.” That makes two of us, the demon thinks, finally looking up at his summoner (Sherlock Holmes, the magic surrounding him whispers helpfully) – a striking, if not conventionally handsome man, taller than him (though that isn’t saying much) and dressed to his nines in an expensive-looking suit (not that he’s an expert). “Sorry,” he says. The demon looks down at his jumper. Where I Can't Follow - cmcross - Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms, Sherlock (TV. He is awakened by the sharp sting of fluorescent lights. The room fills with the tell-tale hum as they flicker to life above him. He opens his eyes. The room is a beige blur, the furniture distorted and odd. He can't see properly and he doesn't understand why.
"Good morning, Mr. Holmes! " a cheery voice calls. He turns his head slowly. "Here. He stares at her and remains silent. She pulls him up out of bed and manhandles him into the bathroom where he brushes his teeth and gets dressed. He skips breakfast and pushes his walker to the garden instead. She ambles away muttering about noncompliant patients, PEG Tubes, and Dobhoff placements. He realizes he's dozed off when a shadow casts itself over him and a fingertips brush against his shoulder. "I didn't mean to frighten you. He knows. "My Dad," Greg begins. Sherlock closes his eyes. "We were going through his things and we came across this," Greg Jr. produces a thick book from inside his suitcase.
Greg Jr. looks at him expectantly. John. The Truth In All Its Glory - SailorChibi - Sherlock (TV. In retrospect, had it not been for the case, they all would have seen it coming. After all, when was the last time that Anderson had lowered himself to getting Sherlock, or any of them for that matter, a cup of tea? But they were all distracted by the distressing case of a serial rapist that had been targeting small children, and in the end Sherlock accepted the cup rather absently, his eyes focused on the pictures of the newest victim, mind occupied with trying to slot together pieces that didn’t want to fit.
He took a few sips of the tea, taking no notice as Anderson sidled away, smirking, and stood in the corner to watch his plan come together. “There’s got to be something,” John said, more to himself than the others. He reached out and turned one of the photos to get a better look, though he had seen it so often that he was pretty sure he would be able to picture it even in his dreams. “We’re missing something,” Sherlock muttered, distinctly aggrieved. “You alright?” “Anderson?” “No. The world's greatest detective - ptarn - Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms, Sherlock (TV. Chapter Text It had been a tiring day, no doubt about that.
Which is why, when Sherlock and John returned home, John wished the still-excited detective a good night, brushed his teeth, undressed himself, slipped into his bed and was asleep the moment his head hit the pillow. At first Sherlock hadn’t even registered the fact that John wishing him a good night meant that the doctor was actually going to sleep, so for the next twenty minutes he kept on pacing around the room, recapping their entire day as if the good doctor hadn’t been by his side every step of the way.
Only when the tall detective asked John about his thoughts on a certain detail of the day – it still puzzled him why Lestrade had given both of them a curious look when they’d burst out laughing the moment Greg had mentioned ‘both of them would never see the queen’ if they kept behaving like that – and didn’t receive an answer, did Sherlock realize John had really meant to go to sleep after wishing him a good night. “John?” Seventeen - consultingcenturion - Sherlock (TV), Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms.
Seventeen steps. Seventeen steps that lead to the top portion of 221 Baker Street. The door to flat B, the door which could usually be found hanging wide open, ready for anyone to barge through, with a case, with a complaint, with grocery bags or take away. For three years that door has remained firmly shut, all seventeen steps up. The good doctor will come home, let himself in, shut the door, and entomb himself each night within the walls of 221b. He’ll sit in his chair, and sleep in his bed, and he’ll do his damnedest to not think of him. Sherlock gazed up from the bottom of those seventeen steps, aching to bound up them and throw the door open and wrap that grieving man up in his arms and tell him how sorry he is, how much he missed him, and how very, very much he loves him.
But he can’t do that, not just yet. He had gone over this scenario in his head approximately five times each day since the day before he...died. It was now or never. The door swung open and there he was. John. Oh. As Long As You're Mine - kim47 - Sherlock (TV. John is nearly asleep when Sherlock finally makes it home. Sherlock slips quietly into the bedroom and finds him curled up on the bed, their bed, his head tucked into his chest and his knees drawn up. Sherlock, though he would never admit such an embarrassing sentiment out loud, thinks he looks utterly adorable. He's moving a little, though, restless; Sherlock can tell he's on the cusp of sleep but not quite there yet.
Sherlock quickly divest himself of his jacket, trousers and shirt, and pulls on his pajama bottoms and an old, soft t-shirt. The room is surprisingly chilled for late spring, and Sherlock wastes no time in slipping into bed, pulling at John's arms until they open around him. John opens his eyes sleepily.. "'Lo," he says, his voice thick. "Of course I caught him. "You're fine? " Sherlock hums in reply, sliding his legs across to tangle them with John's. "Y'r feet 're cold," John mumbles eventually, but he doesn't sound all that grumpy so Sherlock only smiles in response. What to do When Your Flatmate is Homicidal - hyacinth_sky747 - Sherlock.
This work could have adult content. If you proceed you have agreed that you are willing to see such content. If you accept cookies from our site and you choose "Proceed", you will not be asked again during this session (that is, until you close your browser). If you log in you can store your preference and never be asked again. Tags Summary Sherlock takes Molly's advice when dealing with his dangerous flatmate. Gone to Feed the Roses (Elegant and Curled) - hitlikehammers - Sherlock (TV), Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms. Chapter Text John Watson’s not an idiot. He can see the signs. John Watson is a doctor, a soldier; he knows what depression looks like, can recite the stages that grief is meant to (and often doesn’t) follow. John Watson knows how to take a life in more ways than most men: quickly, painlessly, ruthlessly, prolonged.
John Watson doesn’t have to think on it much, before he knows how he’s going to play the hand he’s been dealt. John Watson credits Sherlock, for that. The first week doesn’t exist, save in fleeting impressions, little notations of the passage of time and the persistence of life where it isn’t welcome: the ache along his ribs where he fell, for instance, where he hit the pavement after the world collapsed around him; the tenderness below the bones—far less physical, but somehow more acute. The second week, well: looking back on it, John can’t really tell it apart from the first. Scratch that, no: John doesn’t understand. Well, he’d watched Sherlock change, in little ways.
Just a Kiss - emmagrant01 - Sherlock (TV), Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms. Chapter Text Sherlock's phone buzzed and he lifted it to glance at the screen. Ready. Set. Go. He tucked the phone into the pocket of his track bottoms and started down the dirt path through the park, running at an easy pace. Three minutes later he rounded the corner into an open area and headed toward a stand of benches, slowing his pace slightly. Five men clustered near a statue of St. On one of the benches a man sat reading a newspaper, legs crossed, his face obscured by the page he held before him. All of this was observed during the two seconds it took Sherlock to run within a few yards of the men.
Just as he neared the edge of the clearing, Sherlock grimaced and stumbled, falling to the ground with a strained cry, one hand clenching his chest. "Oh my God! " The man sitting on the bench dropped his paper and leapt to his feet. "Are you all right? "Is he going to die? " "Have you got a mobile? " "I haven't got one. The men looked at each other, clearly panicked. "What are you doing? " Any Road Will Take You There - cmcross - Sherlock (TV), Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms. Laughing at a crime scene, while not strictly prohibited, is highly frowned upon. John tries not to, he really does, but Sherlock is tearing into Anderson with gusto and the look on the man's face is just priceless.
Lestrade, on the other hand, is doing his best to neutralize the situation. "We've called in a specialist, Sherlock. We'll get it sorted. " "Sorted? Half of Scotland Yard couldn't find their asses with two hands and a flashlight, much less – "You know," a voice floats into the room from the hall, "they say the longer you go without sex the meaner and bitchier you get. " Sherlock straightens his spine, narrows his eyes, and tilts his chin up the slightest fraction, looking like a peacock preparing to strut.
"Love to, darling, but I'm working," the man struts into the room, casting a wide, cheeky smile to them all, before throwing his arms open an beaming at the Consulting Detective. "Victor. "Pish, posh. "A friend of mine. "A friend? "Unfortunately. " Sherlock huffs. "Absolutely. " I Want To Run With The Wild Horses - walkamongstthestars - Sherlock (TV. I wanna run with the wild horses, run with the wild horses Crisp, cold air breezed through John's hair as he bent down to pick up a perfectly intact, brown leaf. He carefully held it up to the light so as not to crack it, its epidermis dried and ready to crumble. He found the way the sunlight shone around its edges to be particularly pleasing. He heard a soft chuckle and looked over at his tall companion, raising his eyebrows questioningly. "Examining leaves, now, John? " "It's just not often we get to see nature in all of its raw beauty," John watched Sherlock pinch the stem of the leaf delicately between his gloved fingers, careful as John had been not to disturb the edges.
"I thought you were more of a city man, John. "You do remember I was deployed to Kandahar right? "This is an experiment, John. "I thought you didn't care about stuff like that," John said sarcastically, waving his hand about slightly. "Doesn't mean I can't appreciate it. "John? " "Oh, sorry, Sherlock. "I just. The Bittersweet Taste of Insanity - Chapter 1 - walkamongstthestars - Sherlock (TV. Ways of Love - whitefang3927 - Sherlock (TV. Comfort - phoenixzeal - Sherlock (TV.
The room is dark, only a little light finding its way through a crack in the blinds. John sits up with a start, groggy and not quite awake. In fact, he might still be asleep. When he spots the tall man standing in the door opening he’s certain that he’s dreaming. The dull ache in his chest never goes away but now it’s more pronounced. “Sherlock,” the name falls from his lips, barely more than a strained whisper. “Is this a dream?” “Of course it is, John.” “Right, yeah. Sherlock doesn’t even bother to answer that question because they know how he’s been. Sherlock moves closer to John’s bed. John has had sex dreams about the strangest people, it just happens and he can’t control it, but if he could he’d probably make this into a sex dream right now. “You aren’t speaking,” Sherlock says and John has a sudden urge to giggle. “Astute observation. “John.” Of course he’s thought that Mycroft being a kangaroo was realistic, and then he’d woken up to marvel at how strange dreams can be.
“Why?” Los ricos en España - igniparous - Sherlock (TV), Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms. Chapter Text John was sure that he had never felt so ridiculous in his entire life. Captain John Watson, doctor, soldier of Her Majesty's Army, and partner to Sherlock Holmes, had somehow managed to break both his legs at once. The worst part was that he didn't break them in the battlefield, in a fight, or during a case with Sherlock. He broke them hiking on the Canary Islands with his newly-sober sister. He had no idea how he had even fallen off of the small cliff, as he was sure he'd been careful to stay several feet away from the edge, but he'd fallen anyway, tripping over a rock and tumbling down the mountainside, sure that his absolutely impossible life had finally come to an end. He hit his head, hard, on a sharp rock near the bottom and lost consciousness abruptly, and didn't wake until much later, the smells and noises of hospital quickly overwhelming him.
He groaned quietly. “What happened?” Sherlock’s gaze hadn’t left him since he’d brought him the water. “And Harry?” “Why? Practice Makes Perfect, Doesn't It? - nightmare_kisser - Sherlock (TV. Sherlock scales the terrace, mindful of the winding ivy, out of bloom, that is wrapped around the crosshatched wood. His messenger bag taps at his knee with each upward motion of his legs, and his hands feel numbed at the tips with the chill of the morning, the dew on the grass below turned to frost. He uses the tab left under John's never-locked window to pry it up, and then slide it fully to the top. He slips in gracefully, his school uniform getting a couple white paint chips on it as he climbs inside. He dusts off his trousers, closes the window behind him, and comes to sit beside John on his bed. "John. John stirs, rolling with a grunt onto his back. "I need your help with some of my biology homework. John sighs heavily and rubs at his eyes, his face.
"Are you going to help me, or not? " "I will if you close that," he says, pointing. Sherlock nods, and John stumbles off in the darkness of the house to use the bathroom next door to his room. Sherlock doesn't want to. John flushes. Sink Like a Stone - pennydreadful - Sherlock (TV. John stepped into the flat and shook himself. Water droplets fell from his coat and showered the carpet. "Bloody hell," he said. "It's soaking out there. " Sherlock sat on the couch, legs stretched out in front of him, head reclined on the back. "There you are," Sherlock said. "Here I am. " Sherlock looked back at the window. "Yes. " "Where else would I be? " Sherlock continued staring, looking at John the way he appraised a crime scene, gathering details, data scrolling behind his gaze. "What? " "Can I talk to you a moment? " "Er—sure.
"If you're more comfortable that way. " "Will it be long? Sherlock gestured—not to the chair behind John, nor the couch next to him, but to the coffee table in front of him. "I do have something complicated to say," Sherlock said. John complied, hesitantly. "John," he began, and it was a voice John had heard him use once before, when he'd misconstrued John's questioning about his sexuality and wanted to let him down gently. "No one? " Sherlock looked back up at him. Equilibrium - augustbird - Sherlock (TV. Chat log. The Great Hiccup Revelation - OpalJade - Sherlock (TV. Come Back - Chapter 1 - tripodion - Sherlock (TV), Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms.
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