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SH: Confronting With Sherlock Pt8
Confronting With Sherlock Part 8
Harriet met them just outside the toilet, eyes wide and worried as she darted forward and gripped John's hand.
"Are you okay? Jonny, are you alright I heard- Well I didn't hear but knew and-,"
"Fine, I'm fine." John squeezed her in a quick hug.
"'Fine'!" Harriet frowned, wrinkling her nose. "'Fine' with you means the exact opposite! Are you okay?"
Sherlock frowned, carefully watching John shake his head.
"Right, well, I'll be okay. I feel better, actually. Is dessert over?" he added hopefully. "Getting on to the gifts and music?"
Harriet nodded warily. "Mum's gone upstairs but everyone's back in the front room now. Are you sure-,"
A cough sounded behind them, and all three turned to glare at the intruder. Howard stood half-hidden by the shadows, his mouth set in a grim line. "Excuse me, but I've something to say to you three."
Sherlock stiffened immediately, and John was amused to note he stepped lightly
SH: Experimenting With Sherlock Pt3
Experimenting With Sherlock Part 3
John was so keyed up he was pacing by the time the front door banged open and Sherlock ran up the stairs. Sherlock's arms went wide to protect the heavy plastic bags as John threw himself at his chest, causing him to stumble back a step under the sudden weight. John waited until Sherlock's mouth opened to form a question before he surged up on his toes for a kiss, his tongue sliding past the parted lips easily. The warmth that had begun when he'd read Sherlock's texts fanned into a passionate fire, giving him the courage to reach down and squeeze the tight arse he'd been daydreaming about since.
When he finally pulled away, Sherlock groaned needily.
"What was that for?"
John grinned, grabbing another handful of Sherlock's backside for good measure. "I missed you."
"Perhaps I should go out and come in again," Sherlock panted. "But- No, there's no time. Go sit."
"No time? Time for what?"
"Just sit," Sherlock com
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: 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: 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
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: Bonding With Sherlock Pt2
Bonding With Sherlock Part 2
"Stand there." Sherlock gripped John's shoulders to shove him beside the bed, then moved away.
John took a half-step to the right, unable to stop grinning. "What about here?"
Sherlock glanced up from rifling through his duffel, pausing for a second before he realised what John had done. "Fine."
John hopped backwards, feet still obediently locked together. "Or here?"
" I do not understand. You're in the same general area."
John chuckled, thoroughly amused by Sherlock's confusion. He sank onto the bed, reclining back on his arms and letting his legs fall open teasingly. "What about here?"
"No, you-," Sherlock cut himself off with a smile as he walked back over, hands thrust deep into his pockets. "Mmm. You should be standing, though I am very appreciative of both the view and implications."
John laughed as he bounced to his feet once more, not halting until his arms were wrapped around Sherlock's ne
Height Limits - One-Shot
He said he would follow him. Stick with him until the very end.
Sherlock was dead and there was no more Scotland Yard. No more back alley chases. No. Not anymore.
John opened the door to the roof of St. Bart's. He walked slowly memorising every little detail. If he stared long enough he could see the body of James Moriarty, gun in hand. Dead.
He couldn't believe that Sherlock only jumped off that building three years ago.
He walked to the edge of the building and looked over. It was higher than he remembered seeing but he was too busy at the time watching his best friend fall to his death.
This was the end. John was going to follow him where ever Sherlock went even if it meant off the edge of the building.
John looked at the cars. There were several cabs still at the stop-lights. As John looked at the cabs he smiled to himself. On the roofs of the cabs were letters that spelled out.
'I believe in John Watson SH'
John turned around and came face to face with the worlds onl
Deductions of AffectionsWhen John opens the door to his flat, he isn't sure what to expect. Living with Sherlock Holmes has taught the ex-soldier to always be on his toes.
So when he opens the door, bags of groceries in each arm, he checks to see if any new bullet wounds have been inflicted on the wall, or if any new experiments are being brewed in the kitchen. He sees no recently made holes and hears no noises coming from the direction of the kitchen. He raises a pale eyebrow in confusion and then his eyes fall on the consulting detective curled up on his side, his front facing the couch. He groans softly, knowing that the lanky male is going through one of his 'phases' again. "Sherlock I'm home," he says, trying to alert the other of his presence. His flatmate grunts softly in acknowledgement and continues to stare unblinking at the brown couch. He makes small patterns in the fabric with the nail of his index finger, a calculating look in his pale eyes. John wonders curiously if he's moved since he left. Th
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