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John had a date.
"I'd advise against that jumper," said Sherlock.
John turned from the mirror. "You know nothing about clothes. You never wear anything apart from your detective 'uniform'."
"I have a great deal of knowledge on the subject," said Sherlock. "It's important to understand why people choose to dress the way they do." He languidly considered John's outfit. "In this instance, for example, one might deduce you were short-sighted and colour-blind…"
"I'm going," said John and he left to meet Michelle, who loved the jumper. Unfortunately, John then spent the evening complaining about Sherlock.
Michelle declined a second date.
John stomped into the flat.
"Pleasant evening?" asked Sherlock from the kitchen.
John stomped into the kitchen.
"I'm a trained surgeon and soldier!"
Sherlock looked up from his experiment, mildly puzzled.
"You disparage my intellect!" yelled John. "You disparage my appearance!"
He glared at Sherlock. "Is it absolutely necessary always to belittle me?"
Sherlock rose from the table.
"I would never belittle you," he said solemnly.
He stepped towards John and stared intently down at his friend.
"It's difficult enough already seeing you with the naked eye."
John's extraordinarily expressive face wrote a 10,000 word essay on Sherlock Holmes: The Arguments in Favour of Murdering Him.
"Not good?" Sherlock asked carefully, taking a step backwards.
"Mm," said John. "A bit."
"I'd advise against that jumper," said Sherlock.
John turned from the mirror. "You know nothing about clothes. You never wear anything apart from your detective 'uniform'."
"I have a great deal of knowledge on the subject," said Sherlock. "It's important to understand why people choose to dress the way they do." He languidly considered John's outfit. "In this instance, for example, one might deduce you were short-sighted and colour-blind…"
"I'm going," said John and he left to meet Michelle, who loved the jumper. Unfortunately, John then spent the evening complaining about Sherlock.
Michelle declined a second date.
John stomped into the flat.
"Pleasant evening?" asked Sherlock from the kitchen.
John stomped into the kitchen.
"I'm a trained surgeon and soldier!"
Sherlock looked up from his experiment, mildly puzzled.
"You disparage my intellect!" yelled John. "You disparage my appearance!"
He glared at Sherlock. "Is it absolutely necessary always to belittle me?"
Sherlock rose from the table.
"I would never belittle you," he said solemnly.
He stepped towards John and stared intently down at his friend.
"It's difficult enough already seeing you with the naked eye."
John's extraordinarily expressive face wrote a 10,000 word essay on Sherlock Holmes: The Arguments in Favour of Murdering Him.
"Not good?" Sherlock asked carefully, taking a step backwards.
"Mm," said John. "A bit."
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To John
To John,
I was a bad influence on you. I always was. You would have taken the blame if we were ever caught; so I did it for you.
I can't even try to think about how much pain you went through these past years without me. But you're much better off. I would have been the death of you; and I wouldn't have been able to hold that weight.
I've been keeping an eye on you every now and then, see how you're holding up.
Thank you for letting me go. I know you'll have a wonderful life without the worry of me. I was never worthy. I will never be worthy.
I will not explain how I did it, in fear you will be targeted, but I will say that you were the
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SH - Echoes of Evensong
For a very long time John Watson had feared sleep.
So often he would wake in a cold sweat with the echoes of nightmares screaming in his ears, or lurch awake in a panic as his body confused simple rest with returning to the coma from which he had barely escaped.
He took to drinking lots of coffee, forcing himself to remain awake for as long as possible until he balanced on the brink of exhaustion before crashing over into unconsciousness. It was not as restful as sleep but it kept him sane and it kept the nightmares away.
It took several months after he had moved into 221B Baker Street to change that.
Three o'clock in the morning and he w
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BBC Sherlock - A Good Man
Lestrade lived on his phone. He'd be the first one to admit it.
He was always reluctant to lend his phone to people. Partially because of his phone's practical value. But mostly because of one number in his contact list.
Most of them he was fine with. But this one made him unaccountably nervous.
He knew he was being irrational, his motives for having the number in his phone really were completely pure.
However, his line of work made him automatically distrustful of the kind of man who had the number of a thirteen year old girl in his phone who wasn't family.
Originally, after he had had to scrape Sherlock off the floor and take him to ho
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This made me laugh so much - once I actually got the joke >.< Sorry for my slow understanding.
You made my day! Keep writing these!
You made my day! Keep writing these!