...Long time no see? I've been splashing around in other fandoms, but here's something I've been working on for months. It's unpolished, crazy, and probably not very impressive, but enjoy nontheless.

SUMMARY: John knows things, things he shouldn't, because he once met a man who knew things beyond imagining. Perhaps there's something else to how he ( Read more... )

Five Things John Taught Sherlock How To Do

1. Feel Guilt

He has no idea what he’s said to make the Yarders look at him with such sudden disgust. He turns to the doctor, whose expression holds only mild surprise and a biting disappointment. The disappointment makes something small twist in his stomach. “Not good?” he asks with a slight flinch.

“Bit not ( Read more... )

This is the first Sherlock Holmes story I ever wrote, and the only one posted on my fanfiction account (which is otherwise plastered with Chronicles of Narnia and Squire's Tales stuff I'll come back to when Holmes is finished gnawing on my brain...). Thought I'd cross-post it here, too. Won't be cross-posted on Watson's Woes due to the significant ( Read more... )

“Watson!” came Holmes’ voice at last, stricken with fear. Watson reached out a shaking hand. Holmes rushed forward and took it, pressing his free hand to Watson’s forehead. Watson groaned in relief. Holmes felt like a furnace.

“You’re burning up,” Holmes muttered, making Watson chuckle and cough. “Listen, Watson. I need you to try to stay awake and ( Read more... )

Holmes walked with heavy steps, dread slowing him while worry begged him to speed up. He hardly dared to form the list of things held dear-would he be putting them in more danger if he thought of them directly?-but he had to know what would be next, what needed protecting ( Read more... )

The cold was unbelievable; the fever raged on. Alternating between uncontrollable trembling and a horrifying frozen numbness, Watson felt as though he might die at any moment. He rested a hand on his forehead, well aware he would not be able to tell how bad off he was in his condition. He hurt, all over, and he could think of nothing to ease his ( Read more... )

This is getting to be massive. I'm scaring myself. Leone, you better be happy.

Ahem.

This monster is a gift for leone, as suggested by her prompt for Watson's Woes' cold meme. The original request:
"I'd love to have some sort of magical realism variation on "hot and cold": i.e., Watson always feels cold, and is constantly getting colder, unless Holmes ( Read more... )

Holmes’ ears perked up at the words despite Watson’s disapproving glance. The shouter was a tall young man, a banker, successful, wealthy, recently moved into town, recently married, recently robbed-the deductions came unbidden, like watershed, rain rolling off his skin. He smiled. “Theft, you say?” he said, catching the young man’s arm as he drew ( Read more... )

Holmes dropped the magnifying glass with a small cry of wonder and pain, nursing his chilled fingers. He’d miscalculated. The idea of a gypsy curse was so fantastic, so outrageous…he’d dismissed it as an impossibility, but if it was only merely improbable ( Read more... )

A woman screamed for a bobby, who screamed for a hansom. Together, he and the cab driver pulled the body out of the snow while the woman sobbed hysterically. The body was alive, but wracked by some fever that forced the portly man to collapse by the London street as snow began to fall. He was rushed to Charing Cross before anyone can even examine ( Read more... )