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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
Sherlock: Outside the schemeThe sunlight fell into the room through the open window. John stretched and looked at the alarm clock. He woke up 10 minutes before the set time of the alarm. There was no point to lie back, so he went downstairs to make breakfast.Sherlock: Outside the scheme by MushiAkki
This morning seemed to be a different. No sounds of the violin, or fumes coming out of the kitchen. Instead smell various kinds of experimental vapors, John felt pleasant smell of coffee and freshly made toast.
“Mrs. Hudson, what are you ...?” Interrupted, because she was not there and the only person who was in the room was Holmes. He has making just a second cup of coffee.
“Sherlock? What ...?”
“Good morning, John” he said, putting cups on the table.
“Morning” muttered, looking up in a daze on clean table and lying on it, plates of toast with cheese. He sat down, glancing once at Sherlock, then again on sandwiches. Holmes sat down, spreading the newspaper which he held under his arm. He began to browse it, ni
When The Improbable Is True, Chapter 1Chapter 1: A Not So Sweet DreamWhen The Improbable Is True, Chapter 1 by DragonHaven42
John Watson heard gunfire and twitched in his sleep. A voice was calling his name. “John! We have a man down!” He turned towards it peering through the dusty air and felt some one tackle him. Dazed, John tried to make sense of what was happening. When his eyes got back into focus he saw a man above him raising a rough cut wooden stake.
“Perkins, what the hell are you doing?” Another soldier shouted.
The man on top of John replied, “Back up, he is a monster. I am doing the whole damn squad a favor.”
John wriggled and hissed, his arms trapped to his sides between the man’s thighs. Perkins brought the stake down as another soldier lunged at him. The wood missed his heart and plunged deep into his shoulder.
The vampire let out a roar of pain as a man shouted, “You hurt the bloody doctor!”
John jerked awake from the nightmare fangs bared and breathing heavy. He was curled in the fetal position clutching hi
The American 1 SherlockxReaderAmericans, Holmes had not worked with many in his line of work, nor did he have much experience regarding them. Now, there was one moving into his flat, thanks to dear John who had met his new flat mate on a trip to the U.S. a few years ago. Watson had completely disregarded telling Sherlock anything about his replacement, but had assured the detective that he would enjoy this person’s company.The American 1 SherlockxReader by AshFD3
John watched Sherlock pace the room from his chair, with an amused smirk on his face. He knew that his friend would be in for a surprise when the new inhabitant of Baker Street showed up and that must have been obvious to Sherlock because he seemed nervous. But luckily, Holmes had not been able to deduce what was going to be shocking about his flat mate; although that hadn’t stopped him from trying.
“He’s late, you know. I’ve heard that Americans were rude, but does he really need to be late?” Sherlock asked as he glanced at the clock. He looked to John and sa
Married to My Work, Chapter 1Chapter 1: IntroductionsMarried to My Work, Chapter 1 by DragonHaven42
John Watson hesitated before opening the door to the conference room. He did not need to look around as he walked in leaning on his cane, he knew that eyes lingered on him. Judging. He sighed inwardly, his competitors were all fit and young, wearing either expensive suits or brand name casual slacks with tank tops to display their muscles. With his limp and discount clothes he looked quite shabby indeed. But Mike thought he might have a chance....
He found an unoccupied table at the back of the room and sunk gratefully into a chair, leaning his cane against the wall and partially concealing it. He heard the door to the room open but did not look up, and was surprised when some one sat across from him.
“I recognize a military man when I see one,” said a gruff voice with a strong Australian accent. John looked up as a man with a large scar on his face held out a hand, “Sebastian Moran.”
“John Watson.” John replied with what he
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