An Irregular Meeting - Ch 6John held his storybook. Sherlock ducked behind his own. John rolled his eyes. "I suppose I'm getting the door, then," he sighed."If you insist," Sherlock said.John heaved himself to his feet, casually plopping his book by Sherlock. "And I suppose you want me to read that," Sherlock said."If you insist," John replied, heading towards the door. He could hear Sherlock muttering about how much he'd have to forget after this case, all these blasted little fictions that were of no use to him outside of this case.John opened the door to a nervous Mrs. Hudson. "Hello, dear, there's someone here to see Sherlock, but I just wanted to make sure you were expecting him. You know how visitors leave me uneasy after that cab business and that wiring man."John looked over her shoulder and down the staircase. A teenager stood in the downstairs vestibule, rocking back and forth, heel to toe. He was qu
The Problem with Jackie - Ch 4Sherlock paced around the flat energetically, clasping his hands in front of him, his eyes narrowed. John sat in an armchair, calmly drinking a cup of tea. "You okay?" he asked his nervous flatmate."Yes, yes, absolutely fine, now shut up and let me think," he snapped.John raised his eyebrows. "Yeah, thanks for that," he muttered, taking a sip of tea.Sherlock stopped and scratched his head, his black curls ruffling in the process. "Sorry," he said quietly. "I just don't know where exactly to start."John smiled a little. "Well, you could always talk out loud. That helps, doesn't it?"Sherlock nodded. "Quite," he said. "Okay."He closed his eyes, his brow furrowed. Suddenly, his thoughts began tumbling out. "Girl, about twenty-five, well-off from the looks of her clothes, her shoes were generally well-kept, but recent scratches and mud indicate that wandering in the
Strong EnoughHe could still feel her in his arms.Rory turned over in the bed that he shared with his wife, the tiny lights on the ceiling softly illuminating her face. She had finally fallen asleep, her cheeks streaked with dry tears. He softly stroked her cheek, careful to not wake her, then yawned and turned onto his back.At least the Doctor had finally given them a bed built for two, horizontally-speaking. Bunk beds weren't exactly built for married couples.Above him, the ceiling's tiny bulbs were arranged into constellations and galaxies, drifting slowly across the ceiling, propelled by alien technology that he would probably never understand.There were many things that he would never understand.Like how he had ever become a Roman centurion.Like how he had ever let Amy down.Like how he had let their daughter be taken away from them.Rory lay on his back, his eyes dry. He had cried enough. There was no more time for that. H
4 Beans + a Crime Scene - Ch 3"Ah look, the pycho patrol," Anderson growled as Sherlock and John walked onto the crime scene.Sherlock glared at him coldly. "If by that you mean that I catch psychos, then you're quite right, Anderson. Surprisingly so, really. Usually all that comes out of your mouth is blithering nonsense."Lestrade looked up from his notebook. "Ah, Sherlock, was just about to call you," he said. "And stop harassing my team, you know how that tends to annoy.""We came over as soon as I read the morning paper," John said, giving Sherlock warning look, as his friend seemed to be deciding how best to drive the forensic scientist from the crime scene. "Bit odd, really, it being in the news before you got to the crime scene."Lestrade shifted uncomfortably. "Yes, well, it seems that the residents of this area tend to keep hush about these kinds of things. You know how it is.""Yes," Sherlock said lazily. "
Grim Weather - Ch 2"Grim weather we're having," John remarked from the window.Sherlock lazily dragged the bow across his violin, the resulting screech unpleasant. "Really? I hadn't noticed," he drawled.John turned and looked at him. "Really? Sherlock Holmes? Not noticing something?" he said teasingly.Sherlock looked at him with disdain. He pointed the bow at him. "I only take notice of what I need to notice, you know that. Anyway, I'm not in the mood," he said, sounding slightly hurt.He scraped the bow across the violin strings again. John winced."Well, frankly, I'm a little bit relieved at the lack of murders lately. After that business with the talking head, I needed a bit of a break. And you know, some people are actually happy when unexplainable murders are happening all over the place," John said."Astounding, isn't it?" Sherlock muttered.John slumped into a chair.