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Missing, InactionI catch sight of him in the big mirror in the hall, and for a moment I think he is smiling. Time, which has been moving with geological slowness, halts as the world and I take a breath.Missing, Inaction by vladimirsangel
Dead men don't smile. I've seen him many times over the past few months, that memorable face splashed over the newspapers, that unique name on everyone's lips.
Sherlock Holmes is dead.
And dead men don't smile. Holmes doesn't smile much either, I wanted to say to those who came to me constantly, plying me with questions, always with a numbing, past-tense certainty. What was he like? What had been the greatest part of his life? They walked around our rooms, endless streams of them, until I felt myself at the end of my patience and forced them back out. Baker Street had started to feel more like a crime scene than any locked-room mystery we'd ever encountered. People were everywhere, scrutinising everything, missing no scrap of paper or scuff on the skirting board.
But I - I in my grief noticed n
The Calm Before the StormSherlock sighed as a creak from the staircase leading up to 221b betrayed Mycroft’s arrival. Seconds later the elder Holmes brother strolled into the flat not trying to hide his distain. Sherlock walked from his broken windows and grabbed his violin on the way to his chair. His brother clearly wanted him to take a case he was to lazy to take care of himself, and once he got unbearable Sherlock planed to drive him out with some Bach.The Calm Before the Storm by DragonHaven42
Mycroft sat in the chair opposite him and Sherlock felt a twinge of annoyance. That was John’s chair.
“It seems like living with John Watson is doing you good.” Mycroft said looking his brother up and down.
Sherlock narrowed his eyes and waited for his brother to speak again, to reveal his attack of the day.
“You know that your safety is my highest priority.”
Sherlock rolled his eyes, “Can we skip your frankly alarming show affection and get to the part where you offer me a job, I decline, and you leave?”
Dangerous EducationLight falls slowlyDangerous Education by AngeloDellaMusica
Just as does dark
And time is irrelevant
In this moment
Yet sharp on ends
Adrenaline flows through veins
Shall we introduce it to the poison?
Or was it not me who holds
Death in my curious gaze?
It was only the point of the game
Yet we’re still learning how to play
Me and no one else
I play this alone
One-sided game of chess until
It’s you I’ve been playing all along
Or were you playing me?
Care to dance? And take a chance?
This dangerous education gives to
Come ‘round again and
Make your move
And I’ll be left by myself
Time gives quickly
I’m quicker than anyone
But you turned my heart against me
Left it nearly dry of words
I will not make the same mistake
Locked up and trading words
You call my bluff I’ll call hers
But nevermind that it’s not the end
And you’re still here to
Me and no one else
I play this alone
One-sided game of che
Vampires On Baker StreetAU Vampire Sherlock, Female JohnVampires On Baker Street by Syphera113
After discovering that the beings spoken of in fairy tales and folk tales existed, a treaty was made. The humans and beings had agreed to coexist with each other. But of course not everyone agreed with the peace treaty. Some humans would still attack the paranormals and some of the paranormals attacked the humans. But, over time, the paranormals slowly blended into the normal despite many disagreements.
It was a cold night in the streets of London as Jane Watson made her way back to her dull flat. She gazed up at the dark night sky, her cool blue eyes reflecting the light of the street lamps and her long, slightly curled, sandy blonde hair swaying gently behind her. To be honest, she did not want to return to her flat. Everything about it was dull and depressing and she knew that she was just going to get another restless night filled with nightmares. But she had no other choice and resigned to the impending boredom.
A Whole New Level of FreakSherlock’s phone beeped with a text from Lestrade, “Don’t go in without back up!”A Whole New Level of Freak by DragonHaven42
The consulting detective shoved the phone back into his pocket and crept towards an old moon lit mill. There was a rumor that Jacquelyn Hart, an infamous murder who’s signature was to keep the limbs of her victims, was living in the abandoned building with her guard dog. The dog itself was a rumor, but where ever she went locals claimed to hear monstrous howls.
Sherlock smirked to himself when he reached the door, Lestrade seemed to think he needed a baby sitter. Absently wondering about the best way to get his stash back from the DI he picked the rusty lock. As the door swung open Sherlock pulled a flashlight from his pocket and stepped over the threshold.
It was clear that a woman had been in the first room hours before, and Sherlock continued further into the mill. The area containing machinery was surrounded by a perimeter of floor to celling silver bars, an expensive mat
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