Control, Alt, Delete Chapter 1: Sherlock Provides a Demonstration, a sherlock fanfic. Chapter One: Sherlock Provides a Demonstration They've been living together for two months when John first catches him doing it.
John Watson is just finishing the evening's washing up when he hears an odd humming noise. It's deep and throaty, like something emanating from the big cats enclosure at the zoo. Whatever it is, it's hitting John's ribcage and making it throb. The Pull of One Magnet to Another Chapter 1, a sherlock fanfic. Beta: Thanks to anarion (LJ) who is always an inspiring plot consultant, and to omletlove (LJ) who was an all-star beta, both for SPAG and plot; I couldn't have hoped for a better beta, she's amazing.
Notes: Written several months ago for a prompt on the kink meme, but I wasn't happy with it at the time, so I gave it a huge makeover. If anyone from the meme is reading this, I want to thank you for your huge support. The title comes from the song I Was Married by Tegan and Sara. The three Holmeses were having tea in the Winter Garden restaurant of the very prestigious Landmark Hotel. The location had been Victoria Holmes' idea; she had chosen it for its proximity to Baker Street because she knew her youngest son well enough to realise he would have found an excuse not to come if he had been summoned to the family's estate. Victoria looked at her two sons and smiled as something close to affection fluttered in her heart. Semper Fidelis Chapter 1: Part One, a sherlock fanfic.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, and am making no profit from their use (this applies to all chapters).Warnings: Violence, partner betrayal, torture.
Semper Fidelis Part One Mycroft Holmes wouldn't believe it. He couldn't believe it. 221B Drabbles Chapter 1: Bashful, a sherlock fanfic. Sherlock over-indulges and ponders the consequences of his lack of impulse control.
Inspired entirely by my similar lack of judgement last night, and my embarrassing fondness for Irish Car Bombs. I really hope nobody is offended by the names of these damned drinks, and I tried to handle that in the work text. Warning for hangovers and schmoopy emotional introspection. Sherlock groans and rolls over in his bed, one arm flung across his face. His eyelids feel like sandpaper and his mouth tastes as though he's licked the inside of a rubbish bin. And good lord, what had he said to John afterwards? Only one way to find out, he supposes. Given In Evidence Chapter 1: The Homeless House, a sherlock fanfic. Six months after The Reichenbach Fall "He's going to get himself killed!
" Sally's profoundly disapproving voice was as strident as usual and Lestrade sighed as he turned to face her. "Aren't you supposed to be working on the robberies? " "Aren't you? " His mouth tightened and he looked back across the street, already dark in the late December afternoon, to where John Watson was suffering the ministrations of a pretty paramedic, his rather battered face regularly illuminated by the flashing lights around them. "You can't let him carry on like this," Sally insisted again. "John can handle himself. " Sally shook her head. "Sherlock's name was cleared," Lestrade reminded her tersely.
"Already done. " "I've got his statement, plus witness accounts from two shop-keepers and a guy who was selling The Big Issue on the corner. Lestrade attempted to brush her off but Sally was as tenacious as ever. Lestrade sighed again. "But, Sir…" The Road Less Traveled Chapter 1: Target Acquired, a sherlock fanfic. Author's Note: This story begins at some point after 'The Blind Banker' but before 'The Great Game'...
NB: There is a specific reason why the title is spelled in the American way, which you may find immediately obvious. If not, don't worry... all will be revealed (eventually!) "You're going to lose him, you know. " I lowered the violin I had been plucking and glared up at my unwelcome and uninvited brother. "Mycroft, could your observations possibly be any less helpful? " Performance in a Leading Role Chapter 1, a sherlock fanfic. Disclaimer: Any and all Hollywood gossip and dialogue pertaining to or assigned to actual people is entirely of my own invention.
Although one does hear things if one pays attention. If he hadn't already been keenly aware of it, Sherlock Holmes would have known that his career was sliding slowly into oblivion by the way other people acted toward him as he walked through to his agent's office. Five years ago, the second he walked in, all eyes would have turned towards him. Shy smiles, blushes, eyelash-batting, big proud grins.