The Ghost Who Walks by HeadmistressMercedes, literature
Literature
The Ghost Who Walks
“Where are you off to, now?” I simply smile tensely at her, as I gather my coat up, and grab my cane from a chair by the door.
“Out, for some fresh air,” I state simply, hoping it would end the conversation before it got awkward, knowing that it wouldn't.
“Mind if I tag along?” she says, already going for her own jacket that hung by the hall closet of this little place of our own. I bite at my lip, trying to think of the best way to put this...tactfully, John...you must be tactful...
“Oh, I see.” I look up, jarred from my train of thought. By the look on her face, I had done a very poor job o
“JOHN!” Sherlock screamed as the gun was fired and his partner fell to the floor. Sherlock faced the attacker and shot him twice in the chest. The man collapsed dead to the floor. Sherlock rushed to John’s side, he was bleeding heavily and his eyes were closed
“John? John, can you hear me? John!”
“Sherlock?”
“Yes, it’s me.” John opened his eyes and tried to sit up
“Stay still, John.” Sherlock tutted
“What happened…? Did we get him?” Sherlock smiled weakly
“We got him.”
“That’s good. Are you hurt?”
“No, but you
“SHERLOCK!”
Sherlock whirled just in time to see someone plunge a knife into his stomach. Sherlock froze and looked down at the bloodied dagger that was embedded into his abdomen. The attacker twisted the blade and Sherlock cried out.
“Got ya.” His attacker grinned but Sherlock - despite blood filling his mouth- managed to spit out
“I think I might have you.” he smiled as there was a click of a gun and looked at John who held the attacker to gun point.
“Bad Move.” John snarled. Sherlock’s attacker yanked the knife out of Sherlock and whirled to John, who –without hesitation- pull
English Exam Practice Drabble/Parent!Lock Fic by whodyathink, literature
Literature
English Exam Practice Drabble/Parent!Lock Fic
Finding yourself between two men at odds with each other is disconcerting, but when one's 32 and the other's 8, it can be downright disturbing. Especially when the youger's "always right".
'Oh, ok', you think, 'He nearly always is'.
As you try to heat up last night's left over lasagna in the oven, flinching a little because, as ever, you 'forgot' the frilly oven gloves Mystrade (as they called themselves now) got you as a 'Happy Announcement Present', you smile a little in abject fondness; scraps of conflicting commotion mixing in the air with the warming scent of reheated cheese...
" But clearly, the boy was only hurting others as his par
John Watson stood at the grave of his best friend holding a watch in his hands. The early morning fog curled around him as he clutched it, feeling the clasp bite into his palm. It was just another painful reminder that Sherlock was gone. This stupid pocket watch.
He sat down on the grass and traced the circles etched on its case, remembering a time when when he had felt a living presence behind the doors. He had not seen it since a few months before his best friend’s death and now, two years latter, it had appeared on his door step.
John closed his eyes as he remembered the bizarre situation that had led to his knowledge of the watch.
BBC Sherlock Holmes vs The Cat by DragonHaven42, literature
Literature
BBC Sherlock Holmes vs The Cat
Sherlock put down his blowtorch as he heard John clomping up the stairs. The door creaked open and John called into the kitchen, “Harry gave us a gift.”
“Put it on the table, I am testing the affects of burning various objects,” Sherlock muttered as his friend entered the room.
“Sherlock,” John said quietly.
“What?” he sighed not turning around.
“Harry got us a cat.”
“A cat? What are we going to do with a cat?” Sherlock frowned brushing some ash from the counter onto the floor.
“You know, feed it, um, why do I have to explain this to you?” John said before