The Game Begins Again (Sherlock/Watson) by foxyfella, literature
Literature
The Game Begins Again (Sherlock/Watson)
This story takes place in a alternate reality where Watson never married Mary. The alternate universe is based on the first two seasons of the show. Holmes walked into what he thought was an empty room in his apartment. But it wasn't empty! Watson was waiting for him. "My love," said Watson, "Do you remember when you proposed to me? I was so nervous. That's why I said no at the time." Holmes thought about it. It still hurt in his chest that Watson had turned him down. "Yes, I remember," he said in a sad voice. Why was Watson bringing it up now? "I - I - I wanted to tell you that I made a mistake! The biggest mistake of my life." Watson blushed and gave Holmes a sweet kiss. "Do you forgive me?" -- Mrs. Hudson was feeling kinda down in the dumps. It was raining and she hated it when it rained. But that's all it did in England. Rain, rain, rain! Luckily Holmes came in just then. Her eccentric tenant was always a welcome distraction. "Why do you look so sad? What's
More Than Amour (Ch. 27) by Time-Moose, literature
Literature
More Than Amour (Ch. 27)
Sherlock found himself in the middle of the Sahara Desert. The air scorched his lungs and the wind blew grains of sand into his hair and mouth. Just then, Sherlock could hear a low chuckle fill the air around him. He tried to ignore it, but the sand beneath him began to shift. The detective could see the surface of the sand rise as something large circled him.
"You are impossibly pathetic, you know that?" A ghostly voice taunted. "Such a naughty secret."
Laughter ensued and Sherlock grit his teeth, the voice beyond irritating.
"This is none of your business," the brunet stood his ground.
"Oh, but it is...It always has been. For he will be
Jane had to drive down a hidden narrow street containing a jewellery store, a cosmetic store, a cafe, a salon, a tattoo parlour, and a day spa. At the very end was a small parking lot with an alley that went to the opposite side of the street. Sherlock could already tell just by looking out the window that the people walking along the sidewalks were part of the LGBT community.
Jane parked near the smoking area, where a bench and a wall fountain stood to the left of the entrance. To the right were a few vending machines. Sherlock and Jane got out of the car. The entrance itself had heavy cherry wood doors with beautiful potted paradise birds