Just A JumperIt all started on a strangely cold, summer day.Just A Jumper by MilwaukeeMeg
It was a particulary bad day for Lestrade and his team. Seven three years old kids, kidnapped form kindergarden were a bad thing. The fact that three hours later one was find, beaten, its limbs chopped off and arranged in a letter V and intestines spread all over the place was even worse. Little, round and cute face of the girl was the only uharmed part of her fragile body... If the expression of agony wasn't some kind of hurt, of course.
Sally coudn't tear her eyes from the dark, curly hair of the victim (victim, victim, victim, not the girl, not a child, keep it together, Sally!)... It reminded her of Jill, her niece, sweet little thing who always had a picture drawn for her Auntie.
"Nasty thing" said warm, friendly and tired voice to her left. It was that Doctor John Bloody Watson, Freak's friend, lost puppy who just walked behind Sherlock, the last thing she needed now. Sally turned to face him, wanting nothing more than just say some
Three times John Watson was...THREE TIMES JOHN WATSON WAS A GOOD DOCTOR, ONE HE WAS BAD AND ONE TIME HE MANAGED TO BE A GOOD PATIENT.Three times John Watson was... by MilwaukeeMeg
THREE TIMES JOHN WATSON WAS A GOOD DOCTOR
Come at once, your presence is very much needed. SH
At work, can't leave. Once make tea yourself JW
I need to consult you in the medical matter. SH
If you glared mycrofts head off, then no, there is nothing i can do. JW
Fascinating. You really think you're funny. SH
How can one pull an inch of glass splinter out of one's foot? SH
Your kidding JW
MY kidding? It hurts. SH
If YOU'RE wondering, your grammar and my foot both hurt. Can't tell which one more. Foot, I think. SH
don't move, i'll be in 10. JW
Oh my, that puts an end to my desire to run a marathon right now. Are you thinking when you're writing, or you just hit letters at random? SH
John Watson, using his very own brand of magic and/or several quantum paradoxes, managed to get to the flat in 7 minutes and 47 seconds; he took another fifteen seconds to climb up the sta
JohnLock - Never Had the CourageSherlock Holmes sat in the flat he had once shared with John Watson.JohnLock - Never Had the Courage by MidnightMinx90
He had been gone, dead, for three years, and had finally made his return. He had never thought three years could be that hard and agonizing; never thought he would ever miss a person that much.
Sherlock had been told he had no heart, and until he saw John heartbroken, standing by his fake tomb, he had believed it to be so. Now he knew the truth.
Sherlock Holmes has a heart, and when he left, he left it with John at 221b Baker Street.
He had barely had the time to feel the weight of it before he let it go.
He had still felt it though; he missed John so dearly he did not know what to do with these new feelings.
Because no one, not even the best and smartest human being could understand what to do with feelings.
The worst was when he heard song that - without him allowing them too - reminded him of John, of their home, or their time together.
He gets up from his chair in the flat and tu