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A Songfic Request - JohnlockElephant Love Medley
"Come on Sherlock, you know you want to."
"No Mycroft, I'm not going."
"But you'll like it."
"You need to get out, meet some nice guys."
"It's not a dating service Mycroft."
"But you do need to get out."
"I'm fine here."
"You're allowed to have fun Sherlock."
"I am having fun."
"Experimenting on toads' eyes, yes, fun."
"Well I'm happy and content."
"Oh come on brother. For once in your life do something spontaneous."
"Please, please, please, please, please?"
"If I say yes will you stop nagging?"
"Then yes, I'll come to the stupid show."
There was a new gay club in town. A Cabaret, similar to Moulin Rouge, but the British version. It was in the red light district. Mycroft had heard about it and wanted to celebrate his birthday there. It was only him and I. Two men watching other men strip tease and sing classic songs. I don't know how Mycroft had convinced me, but he did. Getting in was easy, Mycroft was t
A Songfic Request - JohnlockThe Next Room
"You need to take a holiday John. Look at you, you're a mess. It's been a year and you're still a mess. Look, I'll even pay for everything. Don't look at me like that, I can be nice. I hear Paris is nice this time of year. Don't worry John, I'll pay for everything. Just go and have a nice relaxing holiday."
"Damn you Harry," I growled. Two days since I first arrived in Paris. Two days since I last saw any of my friends. Two days in the damned fancy hotel. Two days of being alone. Another two days of missing Sherlock. I leaned over my balcony. The district of Las Deferens lay before me. Modern Paris. It was amazing. The world around me, always changing, always improving, always moving on. I wished I could do that. To change, to improve, to move on. But I couldn't. I couldn't move on from Sherlock. He was the love of my life, and he was gone. A whole year of pain and sorrow and loneliness. I had just moved back into 221b Baker Street three months ago. It was hard. I
Tickle"John, go away," Sherlock frowned. I chuckled and pinched him again. He made an unamused noise. It made me smile and I pinched him again. "John, go away I'm thinking."
"You're no fun Sherlock," I frowned. I nudged him. He opened his eyes and glared at me. He was sprawled across the lounge, his hands in a prayer position. I sat on the ground next to him, enjoying annoying him.
"Now's not the time for fun John, it's the time for thinking," Sherlock said.
"What do you need to be thinking about? You've solved all of the cases," I replied.
"I need to stimulate my mind," Sherlock said, closing his eyes. A few minutes passed before I pinched him again.
"John! Please!" he cried out, his eyes flying open and giving me a third degree stare.
"Come on, you need to have some fun," I smiled. Sherlock grumbled something. He closed his eyes again and went back to thinking. "Hey Sherlock, are you ticklish?"
"What?" Sherlock asked, not looking at me.
"Are you ticklish?" I asked again.
"Don't be absurd J
Blood Fury - Part 4
It felt like forever before Sherlock returned from the tree. Seeing the dead woman reminded me of the war. The gruesome injuries and deaths. But none of them compare to her. Whoever killed her was sick and insane. I hoped they could catch him. Soon.
I looked up when I heard footsteps. Sherlock was walking towards me. Lestrade had veered off to talk to some other policemen. I recognized Donovan and Anderson. They scoffed when Sherlock appeared. He sat next to me on a park bench. We were away from the Isla woman. Police cars surrounded us. I held my half-empty mug of tea tightly in my hands. It had gone cold.
"You okay?" Sherlock asked.
"Yes, fine now," I answered.
"Gruesome," Sherlock said.
"Yes, yes. It is, yes," I replied, "You seemed okay."
"It did affect me somewhat, but I've seen worse," Sherlock said.
"Worse than that? I don't think I want to know," I replied.
"You don't," Sherlock said. I looked at him. He was looking at something off in the distance in front of him. H
Blood Fury - Part 1
I have grown a certain hatred for night time television. It was dull, boring, predictable. I had no idea what I was watching. Some new cooking show. It was elimination night. I had already figured out who was going too eliminated. Simple.
I was curled up on the sofa chair. I rested my head on my knees. John was behind me at the desk, typing his blog. I had distaste for his blog, but it had given me some new clients, which meant more interesting cases. I turned my head to the left ever so slightly, just enough to see him in my peripheral vision. I saw him smile. His dimples appeared. I couldn't see what he was so amused about. Something foolish, no doubt. I turned my head back to the telly.
"What are you writing about now John?" I asked. I was bored. I had nothing better to say. Might as well amuse one's self in pointless trivia.
"The blog," John answered.
"Yes I figured as much. But what about?" I asked.
"Oh, um, just talking to some mates," John replied. I made a 'hmm'
A Songfic Request - JohnlockNo Light, No Light
No light, no light in your bright blue eyes
I never knew daylight could be so violent
A revelation in the light of day
You can't choose what stays and what fades away
And I'd do anything to make you stay
No light, no light
"I don't remember much. It was all such a blur. I remember he was on the roof. We were talking on the phone. His hand was raised, as well as mine. It was like we were so close yet so far apart. He was telling me things, things I didn't believe. Or didn't want to believe. He was saying he was a fake, that all of the lies were real. I knew he was lying. He had to be. I could just see the tears falling from his eyes. I held mine back. I couldn't cry in front of him. He hung up. God, he was so close to the edge. I yelled out his name. He ignored me. I remember him falling. I remember running towards him. I remember being knocked over. I remember looking up and seeing a crowd. I ran to it. I pushed everyone out of the way. There he was. I fell
Blood Fury - Part 5
John was at work. I was at the flat. I stared into the mirror, and my reflection stared back. Ever since I had changed I never recognised that man in the mirror. A familiar stranger, so to speak. He didn't look human. But people are so naive; they refuse to see what's right in front of them. We have tried to show them the truth, but they just won't believe it. Because we're not in the 'natural order', because we're not meant to exist, they discriminate us. That was the past. I could only imagine what would happen if we revealed ourselves in these days, with the media and all.
It had been a day since Isla's death. The killer was smart. He knew to get rid of as much evidence as possible. And it was a vampire; they're never easy to catch. I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. I had no idea what I was going to do. All I knew that if it was a vampire, it needed to be destroyed immediately. My kind shouldn't exist. We're bloodthirsty killers. I barely make it on a daily basis
Blood Fury - Part 3
I was grateful to get out of the cab. Being so close to John. It was unbearable. Every time we got in a cab together. Every goddam time. I didn't know what I wanted more. Him or his blood. I prayed for the former. Prayed like hell.
I knew exactly where we were. It was the park. My usual hunting ground. It looked even worse in the daytime. I pretended like I had never been there before. It was easy, just look at everything. John was looking around too. Lestrade had joined us where the cab stopped. His car was parked on the curve of the street. The street where I met Isla. Police were scattered along the street, talking to each other or anyone who could assist them. We walked past them all. We went to the place where I had met Isla.
"This is where she was last seen in public," Lestrade said. I scanned the place. It looked the same as the previous night. Just a little dirtier.
"Where was the body found?" I asked.
"Follow me," Lestrade answered. He walked off into the forest,
Blood Fury - Part 2
I had no idea what time it was when I awoke. I was grateful it was my day off from work, but I knew Sherlock would be forcing me to do something. I opened my eyes and stared up at the wall. How strange Sherlock had acted the previous night. Then again, he was strange all round. I sat upright on the edge of my bed and yawned and stretched. I looked up at the clock. 9 am. Not too bad.
Sherlock was lying on the sofa when I wandered into the lounge room. Well, not exactly lying. He was upside down with his feet resting on the wall. His eyes were closed and his arms were crossed.
"Morning," I said.
"Morning John," Sherlock replied.
"Oh good you are alive," I smiled.
"Of course I am John. Don't be foolish," Sherlock replied. I shook my head and ran my head through my hair. I walked into the kitchen. Sherlock mess was everywhere. I glanced around the place, hoping to find something decent to eat.
"Anything in the house?" I asked.
"I went out shopping earlier," Sherlock answered.
Johnlock - I believe in you, SherlockSherlock suddenly howled in frustration after four hours of deep thinking.
He had been leaning on his hands for the entire time, occasionally blinking and frowning, but still completely motionless. Even though the noise shocked me, I was relieved to know that he hadn't become comatose in his state of thought.
"You okay Sherlock?" I asked, not looking up from my paper.
"This case doesn't make any sense, John! Nothing fits together, there are too many variables!"
"Oh yes?" I murmured, only half paying attention.
"I wanted to get this case solved by tomorrow afternoon, but at this rate it'll take me days.. My brain isn't working, John!" He cried, spinning and falling onto the sofa with a winded exhale.
"You know that's not true. Perhaps if you went to bed or relaxed a little you could think more clearly."
Sherlock growled, facing the back of the sofa and curling into a ball. His tie and coat lay strewn on the floor from when he walked in, and his tie was hanging loosely from his shirt. He
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."
'Outside a pub. Two blocks from 221B. SH'
'Why can't you get a cab? JW'
'None of them will take me, john. SH'
'No wonder! Everyone thinks you're dead! JW'
'That's not why! I may be slightly intoxicated. SH'
John sighed. Only Sherlock. He hadn't even explained how he had jumped off a building in front of him and som
Johnlock - Speaking Silent Words - Fluff WarningIt's been about a week since me and Sherlock decided to go steady.
To be honest, nothing much has changed. I'd confessed my feelings over dinner 8 days ago, and received a frosty reception from the detective. Considering it had taking much mental convincing and building up to the point where I could confront him on my feelings, I found it hard to take. We spent the rest of the night in silence, as Sherlock zoned out to think (or just purposely ignored me) and I simply couldn't think of anything to begin another conversation.
I'd be lying if i said that I got much sleep that night. Well, neither did Sherlock. I woke up to him being in the exact same spot, wearing the same clothes as the night before, except this time, his fingers weren't pent, and his bright grey eyes weren't glazed over as they usually were when he thought. Instead, he sat crossed legged in his chair reading yesterdays paper. A paper he'd already read.
"Ah! You're up." He said brightly, folding his paper and placing it
Where are you?
At home. Resting.
Yes. Watching crappy telly on the couch. Just like the Dr ordered.
That's very interesting.
Yes. Because I'm home too.
Why are you there?!
A better question is why aren't you?
I got bored lying around.
You have the flu. You're supposed to lie around.
But I was bored.
I don't care. Where are you?
I could always send Mycroft to find you.
You wouldn't dare.
At St Bart's. Molly has a fresh corpse ideal for experimenting.
Right. I'm coming to get you.
No! I'm not finished.
I just dropped home on my lunch break to check on you and find that you're at the morgue. With a flu. Not in the mood to argue.
Well I am.
Only a fool argues with his Dr.
Or a bored genius.
I don't care what the hell you are. I'm bringi
all because of one sheet (Johnlock)"John?"
"Mhm?" John looked up from his laptop and raised one eyebrow at his flatmate. "What i-..." He blinked and tried not to concentrate on the completely naked detective in front of him. "Sherlock? What the hell are you doing?"
"I can't find my sheet."
"Put on some clothes!" John stared at his laptop, he didn't dare to look up again, even as Sherlock was laughing.
"I just wanted to ask you, if you have seen my sheet somewhere. But as a result of your reaction I deduce that you haven't. You are ashamed to see your flatmate naked, or possibly like it, because you blushed and you can hardly keep yourself from looking at me again."
"Would you please shut up, Sherlock?"
"I'm right, am I not?"
"Damn, no, Sherlock! You aren't right! And I don't like this experiment very much! I'm begging you, put on some clothes!"
"Why do you think it's an experiment, John? I'm just looking for my sheet, but I can't find it. Maybe Mrs. Hudson put it away..."
"Yeah, maybe." John grumbled. "Go and ask her!"
Johnlock - Your Experiment? - Fluff"Sorry Sir, we can't let you past here."
"Don't worry, he's with me."
Sherlock reached out and lifted the the crime scene tape for me to duck under. I nodded a thanks and followed him across the street to the house in question. We were working with new recruits, people who had only heard rumours of Sherlock's genius, and a few looks were tossed our way as we entered the building.
I followed him closely, and we ascending the stairs, although Sherlock had more of a skip in his step than I did, so I lagged behind. He entered the room, and was already throwing around conclusions and analysis results before I entered the room.
Watching him work continued to be a source of amazement for me. You would have thought that eventually watching his mind work would have become monotonous, but yet I stood back and watched as he checked under every surface and observed every possible conclusion to the case. He certainly was a great specimen. He faced Mycroft and gave him his conclusions, which even ha
Johnlock - ElectricityShock flooded through me. All this time
Every time he'd got in the way of a relationship, called me to him when I was in danger, saved my life. How could I have been so blind?
Electricity crackled through every nerve of my body, as he stared at me intently. I could hear my heart hammering in my chest, my breath rasping from my lungs. Everything was ultra-clear, every contour of his face, the piercing blue of his eyes.
All this time, I'd thought him incapable of caring, of romantic love certainly and now
He stood so close. I could hear each breath, just as harsh as mine; his eyes searching mine for an answer. Tentatively, I reached out for him, running my hand down hi neck. He clasped it to his heart.
"John " he murmured.
I leaned in and kissed him.
Everything we'd been through together. The time we'd risked our lives for each other. The adrenaline, the fear, the thrill. The meaning that he brought to my life, the purpose. All contained in a single kiss.
I was on
Are you awake?
Sherlock? What's wrong? Where are you?
In my room.
Oh. Is something wrong?
Yes. I'm cold.
Well it is snowing outside
You texted me at 3:30 to tell me you're cold?
3:27. And yes.
Get a blanket!
Won't work. I need another source of heat generation.
Do you expect me buy you a heater?
Don't be ridiculous. I want you to be my heater.
You want me to sleep with you?
No. I want you to come stand in the room so that the heat generated from you body helps to raise the overall temperature.
Are you serious?!
It's called sarcasm John.
Oh. Right. Well it's too early for sarcasm and I'm too tired.
Too tired to sleep with me? I wasn't implying anything.
Too tired for sarcasm.
Oh. Right. Sorry
Are you coming?
Why should I?
I just told you - I'm cold!
Tempting Fate -Johnlock-No-one cared when Sherlock slipped out of poor old Mr Chamberlain's house and dashed back to Baker Street. No-one cared or even thought too hard about the fact that John had gone with him. The two of them just went together. They were a pair; a package deal, never one without the other. Lestrade noticed that the two of them were leaving, but he merely raised a hand, frowned, and then shook his head and turned back to the body. Better to leave those two to it. If Sherlock knew anything that he was willing to share with the police, then he would share. Eventually. Maybe.
When the cab arrived outside 221B, John followed Sherlock out into the street. The consulting detective had his head down, his collar up and his hands to his face, tapping his fingers against his lips and muttering almost silently to himself as he strode.
'So, any theories?' John asked, anxious to find out what kind of sick psycho would rig a common household lamp to explode conveniently in someone's face.
'Six so far,'
A Songfic Request - JohnlockBarbie Girl
"I'm a barbie girl. In a barbie world!"
"Life in plastic, it's fantastic!"
"You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere!"
"Imagination, life is your creation!"
"Come on Barbie, let's go party!"
"John please stop that nonsense."
"But Sherly, it's the best song EVER!!!"
"John, you're drunk."
"No I'm not, even ask the pink elephant over there."
"You're drunk. Look you just threw up. Are you alright?"
"There's too much blood in my alcohol system."
"I can see that John. Come on let's get you to bed."
"Mine all yours baby."
"Our bed John."
"Oh yeah. Oh, hey Sherlock."
"What is it John?"
"I put the STD in STUD, all I need is U."
"You're never drinking this much again John. Here we go. There, you're nice and snug in bed."
"Sherly, can I just say something?"
"I love you."
"I love you too."
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