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'1 year, 5 months, 2 weeks, and 1 day,' Sherlock thought as he sat in the flat across from his old one. The flat that John still stayed in. Sherlock glanced down at his phone, a cheap one he had picked up about a year ago, and wondered. He hadn't gotten a return text all that time ago when he saved John from the pills. He wasn't even sure if John believed it had come from him.
Sherlock sighed and ran a hand through his black curls. Moriarty's web was almost completely dismantled, but the time grated on Sherlock. He could feel what he swore was insanity creeping slowly up to him. The longer he spent away from their flat, from John, the worse the feeling became. He felt as if tendrils were creeping along his back, tingling and burning. He didn't know how much longer until the insanity took him over, but he hoped he had enough time.
Movement across the street caught his eye and Sherlock jumped up. He rushed to the window and parted the curtains carefully. It wouldn't do for John to see him. Not yet. Sherlock's heart warmed as he saw the stalwart doctor limp across the room to sit heavily in the red armchair. The doctor looked especially careworn today, his eyes tired and his face drooping. But Sherlock thought he could see a glimmer of hope in his eyes. Hope that had been there since the text.
Dropping the curtain, Sherlock shuffled back to his chair, a smile lighting his face. John Watson still believed. His John. Sherlock had no idea when the ex-soldier had become his in his mind, but he wasn't going to argue the point. He just knew that having John there had made his life less boring.
"I'd be lost without my blogger," Sherlock repeated to himself, smile still creasing his face. He raised his eyes to look at the window. He saw that John had moved, getting a cup of tea and placing it at his elbow. The doctor held his phone in one hand and the paper in another. His heart jumping, Sherlock picked up his phone. Should he? John was obviously waiting to see if he would receive another text.
Deciding, Sherlock opened his phone and typed out a quick message. His thumb hovered over the Send button, tracing the lettering. There was minimal danger in sending this second text, but still, that was his John. Sherlock shook his head and depressed the button before he deleted the message. Closing his phone, he steepled his fingers under his chin, eyes glued to the tired doctor in the flat next door.
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John jumped when his phone beeped, completely absorbed in the article he was reading. The flat still seemed too quiet without the exasperating detective taking so much of its space. He still sometimes read articles aloud to hear an opinion that was never going to come.
John looked at his phone and realized it was a text message that had been sent. He didn't recognize the number and his heart raced within his chest. Could it be? Could someone he believed dead be texting him? John slowly scrolled to the text in his phone and felt his heart kick in his chest as he read it.
"Soon. -SH"
Sherlock sighed and ran a hand through his black curls. Moriarty's web was almost completely dismantled, but the time grated on Sherlock. He could feel what he swore was insanity creeping slowly up to him. The longer he spent away from their flat, from John, the worse the feeling became. He felt as if tendrils were creeping along his back, tingling and burning. He didn't know how much longer until the insanity took him over, but he hoped he had enough time.
Movement across the street caught his eye and Sherlock jumped up. He rushed to the window and parted the curtains carefully. It wouldn't do for John to see him. Not yet. Sherlock's heart warmed as he saw the stalwart doctor limp across the room to sit heavily in the red armchair. The doctor looked especially careworn today, his eyes tired and his face drooping. But Sherlock thought he could see a glimmer of hope in his eyes. Hope that had been there since the text.
Dropping the curtain, Sherlock shuffled back to his chair, a smile lighting his face. John Watson still believed. His John. Sherlock had no idea when the ex-soldier had become his in his mind, but he wasn't going to argue the point. He just knew that having John there had made his life less boring.
"I'd be lost without my blogger," Sherlock repeated to himself, smile still creasing his face. He raised his eyes to look at the window. He saw that John had moved, getting a cup of tea and placing it at his elbow. The doctor held his phone in one hand and the paper in another. His heart jumping, Sherlock picked up his phone. Should he? John was obviously waiting to see if he would receive another text.
Deciding, Sherlock opened his phone and typed out a quick message. His thumb hovered over the Send button, tracing the lettering. There was minimal danger in sending this second text, but still, that was his John. Sherlock shook his head and depressed the button before he deleted the message. Closing his phone, he steepled his fingers under his chin, eyes glued to the tired doctor in the flat next door.
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John jumped when his phone beeped, completely absorbed in the article he was reading. The flat still seemed too quiet without the exasperating detective taking so much of its space. He still sometimes read articles aloud to hear an opinion that was never going to come.
John looked at his phone and realized it was a text message that had been sent. He didn't recognize the number and his heart raced within his chest. Could it be? Could someone he believed dead be texting him? John slowly scrolled to the text in his phone and felt his heart kick in his chest as he read it.
"Soon. -SH"
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Don't Go - Johnlock
“Don’t go.”
He had to. They needed him back in heaven. They needed his guidance. He had already been on Earth for far too long, he needed to return to the other angels. John knew that, yet he still refused to let Sherlock leave. The angel merely gave him a sorrowful smile. Tears streamed down John’s face. Sherlock wiped away a tear with his thumb.
“I have to John.”
“But I don’t want you to.”
The light around them grew brighter and warmer, its beautiful fingers grabbing onto Sherlock. John held Sherlock’s coat tighter. No, he wasn’t going anywhere, not on John’s watch. He
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The Case of the Shivers
John cautiously watched Sherlock from where he was crouched by the frozen riverbank. The detective had spied something on the icy surface of the water, declared it to be important to the case, and had taken off before John could warn him against it. John, knowing better than to tempt the fates with both of their weights combined on the ice, stayed at the edge of the river and contented himself with shouting warnings at Sherlock, who brushed him off with unparalleled skill.
John turned his attention to the ice itself. He gently prodded the ice before him. It was rough, covered with ice crystals, and thick here, at the edge. However, that said
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Welcome Home - Johnlock.
Sherlock picked up his phone, and typed, 'John. I'm sorry. SH'. His fingers were shaking as he pressed send.
John sat up straight, he had just dozed off in the living room after watching the News, and the buzzing of his phone in his pocket had made him jump, he unlocked his mobile phone and looked at the text.
His eyes filled with tears and took a few moments to take in the fact that his one wish could have come true. 'Sherlock. You're alive? -JW' he replied.
A few moments later, he received another message, 'That is irrelevant. You need to come pick me up. SH'
'Irrelevant?! But... Ugh. Where are you, Sherlock? JW."
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I know this one is kinda short too, but its sooo hard to write as Sherlock. I just can't really get into his head, the brilliant bastard. Anyways, I'm slowly working my way up to a Johnlock reunion, so stay tuned
The rest of the story
Seeking Solace [link]
Drive [link]
Memory [link]
Insanity [link]
Silence the Second [link]
Gray [link]
Foreign [link]
Happiness 2 [link]
Precious Treasure [link]
The rest of the story
Seeking Solace [link]
Drive [link]
Memory [link]
Insanity [link]
Silence the Second [link]
Gray [link]
Foreign [link]
Happiness 2 [link]
Precious Treasure [link]
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Kinda short but also kinda AWESOME 8D Oh I loved it. Excellent work. I actually think you write Sherlock rather well! Keep up the great work!