You Just Can't Without a Heart"I don't even know where to begin..." John started, pacing the room in front of Sherlock, who was sitting in his arm chair, legs pulled to his chest and his eyes trained on John. "...I mean... You left for a week! I didn't know where in bloody hell you were and I was worried sick! I though someone had you, or worse, I thought you were dead!"
"John..." Sherlock started, his voice low and almost quiet. It was so uncharacteristically like Sherlock to be quiet.
"Stop," John cut him off, holding his hand out to stop Sherlock. "Can you just tell me where you've -been-?!"
Sherlock shook his head, looking down at the floor.
"And why -not-, Sherlock?" John asked, stopping in front of him and crossing his arms, looking at Sherlock down his nose.
"Because, John, I just.... Just can't..." Sherlock said slowly, standing and walking over to John, placing a hand on his arm and getting closer. "Can you understand."
"N-no! I c-can't!" John forced out, shoving the rapid heart rate and struggled breathin
SH: Experimenting With Sherlock Pt1
Experimenting With Sherlock Part 1
References to A Scandal in Belgravia
"Why hellooo, brother of mine."
John cringed at the sarcastically cheery voice, one hand running nervously through Sherlock's hair. "Yes, hello Harry. What's going on?"
"Oh, you should've seen what the morning post brought me," Harriet replied gleefully. "Now I know why you haven't called about Christmas yet. Been too busy buggering your flatmate."
Old pain flared, the kind that festered in the subconscious for years. "If you just called to-," John began hotly, but Harriet cut him off.
"Well, funny thing about my paper. It's in this envelope, see." John frowned as a loud whump sounded over the line. "And that was me dropping the envelope in the post."
The knot of fear tightened in John's stomach. "So?"
"Posted to mum."
"What?!" John sat up so quickly he nearly toppled over. He scrambled out of the bed, pacing into the main room and back again. Sherlock
SH: Researching With Sherlock Pt1
Researching With Sherlock Part 1
Warning: references drug use
"Not my fault, Sherlock," John reminded him placidly. He hitched his paper higher so he wouldn't have to see Sherlock furiously crawling over the furniture.
"Are there no criminals left? Surely more are born every day, every hour!"
"This is what hobbies are for." John coughed politely. "And not the kind where you put severed bits of corpses around your flat. Real hobbies."
"Oh, like your blog?" Sherlock sneered. "Rubbish."
John peeked over the paper-shield, mildly offended. "Hey now. That blog gets you your clients at times. You shouldn't make light of it."
He gasped as there was a rush of air, the paper ripped from his hands before Sherlock settled heavily on his lap. John swallowed nervously; this was a strange new habit of his friend's as of the last few days. Sherlock was usually content to invade his personal space, but avoid touching. Now, Sh
SH: Bonding With Sherlock Pt1
Bonding With Sherlock Part 1
"Best Christmas ever!" Harriet collapsed across the leathered seat in the back of the car, then grinned sheepishly when Sherlock and John turned in tandem to glare at her. "Well- Well, except for all the horrible bits. But there were less horrible bits than usual, weren't there Jonny? And Sherlock playing! I'd marry him for his violin!"
"And divorce him for the severed head in the freezer," John grinned, laughing when Harriet's face went from ecstatic to horrified. "Yes, it's true. We've a head that's been in the freezer for how many months now?"
"Nearly seven months. I've taken to calling him Lester."
There was a moment of silence, then a long, drawn-out "Ewwwwwwwwww!" had John chuckling again. Sherlock huffed in disdain.
"It's a perfectly reasonable experimentation about the effects of-,"
"No, no. Don't get started on that, you'll traumatise her."
Sherlock's mouth curled in a sardonic
SH: Confronting With Sherlock Pt6
Confronting With Sherlock Part 6
John slammed his head against the wall, eyes closed as he sucked in a violent breath.
"Don't!" John released the breath slowly, hands fisting at his sides. Then he dared to open his eyes, both charmed and infuriated by the adorably confused expression. "Sherlock, I'm going to ask you a question. I don't want you complaining that it's a stupid question, or that it's obvious, or whatever bullshit runs through your head. I want you to answer my question."
" Yes, John."
So far, so good. "Sherlock, do you know what being someone's fiancé means?"
John swallowed a sharp retort. "What's it mean, then?"
Sherlock's hands fidgeted, jaw working once or twice before replying. "That both persons have agreed to be legally bound in marriage or civil partnership."
"Yes. Quite. So " John exhaled slowly again. "Why on God's green Earth did you say you're my fiancé?<
SH: Learning With Sherlock Pt1
Learning With Sherlock Part 1
John barely registered Sherlock's position in the kitchen; instead, he focused on the immediate threat of the two contained fires burning merrily on the table by the sofa.
"Fire oh Christ fire." Even just those few syllables wafted more of the stench into his nostrils, and John coughed thickly as he reached for the clear glass sitting near the fires.
"I wouldn't pour that on them if I were you." Sherlock padded up next to John, giving him a quizzical look. "Unless you wish to spread the experiment to the entire table. It's alcohol."
"Christ!" John repeated, stumbling backwards and into Sherlock's chest. "What- My god, man, have you gone completely 'round the bend? That smell! What's- What's-,"
"You should be able to identify the odor," Sherlock chided, rapping John on the head with a folded newspaper. "Burnt flesh. Specifically eyeballs, in this case. I had two mismatched ones that I froze a fe