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Nobody could call me objective
Regarding my favorite detective
I'll gladly take aim
To save his good name
Of his heart I am overly protective
Regarding my favorite detective
I'll gladly take aim
To save his good name
Of his heart I am overly protective
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Slipping Through My Fingers (A JohnLock One-Shot)
Summary: Set during Sherlock Series 1 Episode 3. What if after the explosion at Baker Street, Sherlock was actually injured?
Small warning for kissing!
John Watson smiled fondly as Sarah went for a shower and he turned on the news. He watched for a few moments before the news subject changed and a bold caption came on.
'Explosion at Baker Street' it screamed and John's smile disappeared ‘Consulting Detective Sherlock Holmes yet to be found’
John leaned forward in shock. And without even realising it, he was grabbing his coat and sprinting out the door
"Sorry Sarah, I going to have to miss breakfast!" he barked a little harshl
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A Companionship
It's The reasons or the background for John and Sherlock's unique relationship.
I'm not excactly sure how fluffy it is, I guess it is kind of fluffy o.O
What do you think? please gimme some feedback :la:
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Sherlock was John's entire world after only three months. He made John feel alive again after he had returned from Afghanistan he had felt hollow, lonely and scared. When he was running with Sherlock he felt like he had a purpose he helped Sherlock and kept him from doing anything immensely stupid. John loved the rush of the hunt, the excitemen
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Sherlock: Sick and tired. 5 Of 6
Sherlock: Sick and Tired.
Chapter Five: I hate you John Watson.
I am amazingly warm, calm and comfortable. I am in bed in the flat- no I am outside in a grass covered hill, high up pointed towards the sun. Everything looks beautiful, there was no death or confusion everything was at peace and I could breathe in the crisp warm air of safety. Bird overhead chirping in a sing song fashion, it made me smile to be here.
I lay on my stomach feeling the warm soft grass under my skin, a hand touches my back. I look up to see Sherlock he was smiling down at me, dressed in his usual attire. His face is clear and still pale under the sun but he looke
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Ideally, this limerick would be John's reply to Sherlock's sonnet... If only I had a prompt to set these into!
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I like how you chose two different poetry forms for the two. They mirror their characters brilliantly and - of course - the words are just lovely.