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Thank you. Please, take care of him. Watch after him – SH
Oh, I know. I'll water him twice a week – Molly
Don't, Molly. Don't try to joke – SH
Sorry - Molly
How is he? – SH
Depressed. He misses you – Molly
I knew he would. – SH
How about you? How are you? – Molly
Bored. And terrified by food. That bigos thing looks strange – SH
Oh! I heard it's good! Fetch me some? – Molly
How? I won't be in London for... I don't know how long – SH.
Here, have a picture of bigos – SH
You're right. It looks strange – Molly
He got himself a puppy – Molly
Oh God. It's worse than I thought – SH
Yup. It's a bulldog. Gladstone! It's drooling everywhere and it's rather lazy – Molly
He should have gotten himself a Labrador. At least he didn't call him Sherlock – SH
He was thinking about it. I told him it was stupid – Molly
Thank you – SH
He has a girlfriend – Molly
Fascinating – SH
Her name is Mary. She's nice. He looks happy. He's still sad, inside. I saw him yesterday, he cried a little – Molly
Hug him for me, please? – SH
I'm doing it anyway – Molly
They're getting married. John and Mary – Molly
Do you even care? – Molly
How are you? – Molly
Busy – SH
The wedding was today – Molly
Great – SH
He would really need you right now – Molly
Why? He has a wife now – SH
She was shot when they left the church – Molly
Sherlock? Did you get my text? Mary was shot – Molly
Hello? – Molly
I got it, all right? – SH
Oh, okay. Sorry. He's sad, he cried on my arm. He's sleeping here tonight – Molly
Take good care of him, will you? – SH
That's what I've been doing for the past three years, right? – Molly
Don't let him do anything stupid – SH
I won't. He just said me she was pregnant. He's devastated – Molly
Hug him from me – SH
How are you? – SH
Wow, that's new. You never asked – Molly
Why are you asking anyway? – Molly
I'm just being curious – SH
Um. Fine. I met with John yesterday. He's in bad shape so I let him sleep on my couch. Again. I think he likes it here, since I still believe in you and I don't hide it – Molly
Of course there is also that cute bloke with big ears... Henry? That one from the Hound case! – Molly
Is he at your place...? – SH
Who? Henry? I wish. – Molly
No. John – SH
Not tonight but he left Gladstone here. He went to Harry's – Molly
And I was afraid you would get yourself a dog. Cats are better for you. Would you be so nice as to open the door? – SH
Molly stood up from chair, almost dropping her phone.
You're HERE? At my door?! – Molly
Yes – SH
What are you even doing here?! – Molly
Are you going to open it? It's freezing out there – SH
What are you doing in London?! – Molly
Well, there's the last of Moriarty's people I need to get rid off and I'm free. I have everything to clear my name. That person is probably the one who killed Mary. He's here in London, waiting for me, and if I don't stop him now, John will be the next victim. Now. Open. The. Door! I AM FREEZING HERE! – SH
She ran to the door and opened it quickly. She looked at Sherlock – oh, he was a bloody ginger now – and almost cried. He looked so tired.
"Come in. I'll fetch you some tea and feed you. You look terrible."
She hugged him tight.
"What's that smell...?"
"Bigos. You wanted some so I brought you some..."
She smiled a little.
"Welcome home, Sherlock. I mean... To London..."
She saw a small smile on his face.
"It's good to see you. Thanks for taking care of him, and... for everything. Thank you for being my friend, Molly."
Oh, why would he say such a thing? She was going to cry... She had always been his friend; he just didn't realize it for such a long time. But it was okay; he trusted her in the end. Well, it was Sherlock after all – always too busy with his thoughts to notice that people cared about him.
"It's good to have you here!"
A small, tired smile appeared on his face.
"It's good to be back."
Oh, I know. I'll water him twice a week – Molly
Don't, Molly. Don't try to joke – SH
Sorry - Molly
How is he? – SH
Depressed. He misses you – Molly
I knew he would. – SH
How about you? How are you? – Molly
Bored. And terrified by food. That bigos thing looks strange – SH
Oh! I heard it's good! Fetch me some? – Molly
How? I won't be in London for... I don't know how long – SH.
Here, have a picture of bigos – SH
You're right. It looks strange – Molly
He got himself a puppy – Molly
Oh God. It's worse than I thought – SH
Yup. It's a bulldog. Gladstone! It's drooling everywhere and it's rather lazy – Molly
He should have gotten himself a Labrador. At least he didn't call him Sherlock – SH
He was thinking about it. I told him it was stupid – Molly
Thank you – SH
He has a girlfriend – Molly
Fascinating – SH
Her name is Mary. She's nice. He looks happy. He's still sad, inside. I saw him yesterday, he cried a little – Molly
Hug him for me, please? – SH
I'm doing it anyway – Molly
They're getting married. John and Mary – Molly
Do you even care? – Molly
How are you? – Molly
Busy – SH
The wedding was today – Molly
Great – SH
He would really need you right now – Molly
Why? He has a wife now – SH
She was shot when they left the church – Molly
Sherlock? Did you get my text? Mary was shot – Molly
Hello? – Molly
I got it, all right? – SH
Oh, okay. Sorry. He's sad, he cried on my arm. He's sleeping here tonight – Molly
Take good care of him, will you? – SH
That's what I've been doing for the past three years, right? – Molly
Don't let him do anything stupid – SH
I won't. He just said me she was pregnant. He's devastated – Molly
Hug him from me – SH
How are you? – SH
Wow, that's new. You never asked – Molly
Why are you asking anyway? – Molly
I'm just being curious – SH
Um. Fine. I met with John yesterday. He's in bad shape so I let him sleep on my couch. Again. I think he likes it here, since I still believe in you and I don't hide it – Molly
Of course there is also that cute bloke with big ears... Henry? That one from the Hound case! – Molly
Is he at your place...? – SH
Who? Henry? I wish. – Molly
No. John – SH
Not tonight but he left Gladstone here. He went to Harry's – Molly
And I was afraid you would get yourself a dog. Cats are better for you. Would you be so nice as to open the door? – SH
Molly stood up from chair, almost dropping her phone.
You're HERE? At my door?! – Molly
Yes – SH
What are you even doing here?! – Molly
Are you going to open it? It's freezing out there – SH
What are you doing in London?! – Molly
Well, there's the last of Moriarty's people I need to get rid off and I'm free. I have everything to clear my name. That person is probably the one who killed Mary. He's here in London, waiting for me, and if I don't stop him now, John will be the next victim. Now. Open. The. Door! I AM FREEZING HERE! – SH
She ran to the door and opened it quickly. She looked at Sherlock – oh, he was a bloody ginger now – and almost cried. He looked so tired.
"Come in. I'll fetch you some tea and feed you. You look terrible."
She hugged him tight.
"What's that smell...?"
"Bigos. You wanted some so I brought you some..."
She smiled a little.
"Welcome home, Sherlock. I mean... To London..."
She saw a small smile on his face.
"It's good to see you. Thanks for taking care of him, and... for everything. Thank you for being my friend, Molly."
Oh, why would he say such a thing? She was going to cry... She had always been his friend; he just didn't realize it for such a long time. But it was okay; he trusted her in the end. Well, it was Sherlock after all – always too busy with his thoughts to notice that people cared about him.
"It's good to have you here!"
A small, tired smile appeared on his face.
"It's good to be back."
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JohnLock
Titel: JohnLock
Author: me
Genre: romance i guess?
Rating: PG
Author's note: this is 100% fictional
'John, have you seen my phone?' Sherlock asked me. I looked up and frowned.
'Why?' I asked. He never used his phone.
'Because I need it' He said while throwing stuff everywhere and making a mess of the apartement. I sighed.
'It's on the table' I said. He threw everything off the table and found his phone by hearing a soft tud when it landed on the floor. He picked it up and started tapping away. It looked like he was doing something hard, because he had a kind of pained expression on his face. I thought about what he could be doing,
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BBC Sherlock - Freak
John Watson was tired. He was chilled to the bone, exhausted and comprehensively pissed off. As a matter of fact, the last time he had been this angry he'd been lying on the ground with shrapnel in his shoulder.
People have the most bizarre reactions to traumatic events, this he knew from his experience from a doctor. He had once met a man with an amputated arm who, still buzzing from adrenaline, had picked up the limb and was using it to hit small rocks like a very macabre game of golf, giggling hysterically all the while. He KNEW people had strange reactions, but nothing quite compared with the actual experience of lying in a gulley in Hel
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BBC Sherlock - Day Three
Sherlock Holmes sat cross-legged in his armchair, glaring at nothing.
How? How did Lestrade manage to screw up that badly? He had let a psychologically unstable, symmetry-obsessed serial murderer slip through his fingers with the result that a fifth victim had been killed. And NOW his methodology was evolving, the previous four victims had been men in their early thirties; the latest one was a seventy year old woman who had gone to the surgery three days before the first murder for a check-up appointment after a face lift. And as the killer's technique changed, the harder it would be for Sherlock to anticipate his next move.
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