February 2012
370 posts
Question: so what did you do today?
You: Faked my death. -SH
Stranger: Sherlock....? -JW
Stranger: Fuck. -JW
You: Oh god.. John. -SH
Stranger: No. -JW
You: Well. Hello again John. -SH
Stranger: No. No. No. Leave me alone. No. Please. No. -JW
You: I'm not a mirage, John. -SH
Stranger: God no... -JW
You: I'm 100% real. -SH
You: I didn't die. It was all a ruse to save your life. -SH
Stranger: I can't... believe you... -JW
You: Do I need to come up to the flat and do something drastic? -SH
You: John, I'm alive. I swear. -SH
Stranger: You're dead. I took your pulse. No pulse. You were bleeding on the sidewalk. I tried shouting for you... -JW
You: That wasn't me. It was the body double Moriarty had hired to kidnap the kids, which he had killed afterwards. I worked everything out with Molly when you left to see if Mrs.Hudson was okay. -SH
Stranger: (oh shit. Never thought of that theory.... )
Stranger: God, Sherlock... Where are you now? -JW
You: In a flat Mycroft set up for me. Yes, he did know about the whole plan. I'm afraid I can't tell you anything more than that, but I am alive and safe. -SH
Stranger: Please... come home... -JW
You: I have to take down Moriarty's web of criminals in order for you to be safe John. -SH
Stranger: I'll be fine. I was in Afghanistan. I can handle myself, Sherlock. Come to Baker Street. Please... -JW
You: No, John. It's bigger than that. I need to do this for you, and for myself. To clear my name so that everything can go back to the way it was. -SH
Stranger: But... I believe in you, Sherlock. Isn't that enough? -JW
Stranger: Aren't I enough? -JW
You: John. You're.. you're all I have left now. And that's why I'm doing this. You're what drove me to go through all of the trouble of faking my own death, and now I'm going to kill a whole entire web of criminals just so that you can be safe. -SH
You: If something happened to you, my only friend and flatmate... I don't know what I'd do. It'd be like Adler, except for that you would be dead. Permanently. -SH
Stranger: I'll be fine, Sherlock. Really. Please. I will do anything.... -JW
You: I'm sorry John, but I can't go back until I finish this, once and for all. You're a soldier, I know you can do it. And I just annoyed you, most of the time, so you shouldn't be that bothered. -SH
You: It might even be nice to not be woken by my violin at 3:47 AM. -SH
Stranger: John threw his phone against the wall at the last text message and broke down. He'd tried so hard to keep it inside, not even crying when he saw Sherlock on the ground, not crying when he saw him carted away. But this. This was worse. This was Sherlock, alive and well, and refusing to see him. Tears rolled down John's cheeks and dripped onto his jumper. He just couldn't believe it. He had no idea that when he threw his phone, it automatically dialed Sherlock's number, the only one on speed-dial. And Sherlock could hear every heart-wrenching, raw, and shoulder-shaking sob that clawed it's way out of John's chest.
You: Sherlock listened, his heart breaking with every sob he heard. "I'm coming over." He whispered into the phone, throwing caution to the wind. His blogger needed him. He caught a taxi to 221B and ran up the stairs 2 at a time. He gingerly knocked at the door, wondering what John's reaction would be.
Stranger: John heard a knock at the door and tried in vain to compose himself. He stood and scrubbed at his face with the sleeve of his unassuming beige jumper and blinked rapidly. He straightened his stance and grabbed his cane, limping over to the door, trying to stand straight and tall, like he did in the military.
"Who is it?" he asked, grimacing and wiping the rest of the tears away as he realised how weak and ineffectual his voice sounded. He sounded brittle, right on the edge of breaking completely. Glass. Shattered.
You: "John. It's me. Sherlock. Open the door... Please." Sherlock winced at the sound of John's voice. He sounded in pain, and in tears. He didn't realize his jump would affect John this much.
Stranger: John put his hand on the door handle and took a deep breath to calm himself down. God, that voice, that stupid fucking velvet voice. He would do anything, anything at all. For Sherlock Holmes.
A simple twist of the doorknob (but trust me, it was much harder than just a simple twist) and John stood in the doorway, his hand clutching his cane to balance himself and his eyes still red from crying. His hair was disheveled, streaked with just a bit more grey. He knew he looked like hell, but when he saw the taller man standing in the doorway, he almost lost it.
He looked the same as John had remembered, but his memories didn't do him justice. "Sher....Sherl..." John stuttered, but the words were too hard to come out, so he stopped and pressed his lips together, shaking his head. Oh god, he was going to cry again.
You: Sherlock looked at John wordlessly and gingerly pulled him into a soft hug. "I'm back John. No need to cry." He looked down at the short man, taking in his old jumper (he hadn't bought any new clothes since after the fall) and the fact that his blonde hair was now 274 shades of blonde with dabbles or gray, rather than 267. His blogger had seen better times. Realizing John's pain, Sherlock whispered into the short man's hair. "I'm sorry John."
Stranger: A clatter as the cane fell to the ground was unheard as John started to sob into Sherlock's chest, staining the silk of those god-awful tight shirts that always drew John's attention with huge, dribbly tears and his shaking hands clutched at the wool of the coat. "Fuck, Sherlock..." he managed between chokes and sobs and tears. His throat was hurting now.
The sleeplessness was getting worse. He had decided not to sleep, because when he did, Sherlock haunted his nightmares and his dreams. It was either terrible (Sherlock jumping) or perfect (Sherlock climbing into bed with John and holding him until he fell asleep, but either way, he still woke up crying. Elle, his therapist, was getting worried. Mrs Hudson decided to check up on him any time she heard him crying. Mycroft even tried to tell him that he needed to move on.
But he couldn't.
Because that was Sherlock Holmes.
His best friend.
You: Sherlock knew about the sleepless nights John had, and the fact that Mycroft and Mrs.Hudson were trying to help him. He also knew about the fact that John Watson, his best friend, was tortured when he left. Sherlock found himself questioning what to do. He had no experience in what to do to help his one and only friend. He thought that coming over would help, but was he really helping? Or just making it worse. Sherlock made a note to get more data later, but for now, he would focus on John. "John... Are you.. Alright? You need not cry anymore, as I said before. I'm here, and I'm not leaving anytime soon."
Stranger: John wrested himself out of Sherlock's arms and glared at him angrily. "What the fuck did you think you were doing, Sherlock?" he growled. "What he HELL. You're dead! And you're just SELFISH SHERLOCK HOLMES!!!"
You: Sherlock watched as John stared at him, angry and hurt. "I did it for you, John. Moriarty said he was going to kill you if I didn't jump." He looks down at John, pleading with his eyes, hoping he'd understand everything he went through just to save his friend. "I couldn't let them hurt you, so I had to go."
Stranger: "Kill me then, Sherlock! I don't bloody care! I'll do anything for you! I'd throw myself in front of a bloody bullet! I'd take a shot in the head, as long as you were safe! And now, after everything, you're back .Simple as that, yeah?" John shouted.
You: "Never, ever suggest something like that again John. I will never let anyone hurt you because... Because I love you John, and love is a much, much more vicious motivator."
theblueorchid:
LOL OOPS Oh well!!
Hollywood, you can keep your Brads and Georges....
silverautumnmedia:
A gazillion times over
Just Imagine....
fullmetal18:
What if “Fuck you I won a BAFTA” evolves into “Fuck you I won an Oscar” ??
8D
this is all I have to say
benedictfirecrotch:
guillam:
Yah. Pretty much.
85th Annual Academy Awards
Best Actor: Martin Freeman - The Hobbit
Best Director: Peter Jackson - The Hobbit
Best Special Effects: The Hobbit
Best Soundtrack: The Hobbit
Best Picture: The Hobbit
Best Everything Ever: The Hobbit
onefishybastard:
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Who needs a relationship?
I’ve got Doctor Who.
PLEASE PRAY FOR CHARLES TRIPPY!
wdw-girl:
He found out he has a small tumor in his brain. I am crying right now, I don’t want anything to happen to him!
charlestrippy.tumblr.com
twitter.com/charlestrippy
youtube.com/ctfxc
youtube.com/charlestrippy
Oh noes :(
John Watson: I'm not his date!
Sherlock:
Mrs. Hudson: lol
Lestrade: lol
Mycroft: lol
Irene: lol
Moriarty: lol
Tumblr: lol
World: lol
Universe: lol
cheekbonesandupturnedcollar:
i just need them to hug once
in season 3 episode 1
just one hug
that’s all i ask
Please, reblog if you're among the BBC Sherlock...
asupriseparty:
talesofamagicallife:
AND PROUD OF IT!!
