Sherlock Holmes Fic: History, Repeating Itself (Chapter Eight, Holmes/Watson, R)

[gyzym]

ARGH. Short chapter is again short, BUT I MAKE THE RULES OVER HERE. Or something. IDEK. I'm just trying to crank this out for you guys. I APOLOGIZE FOR THE FACT THAT THINGS SEEM TO BE TAKING LESS WORDS TO SAY IN THIS PART AND THE LAST ONE.

Title: History, Repeating Itself (Chapter Eight)
Rating: R
Pairing: Holmes/Watson
Warnings: Alcohol and

Comments

[wild4rose7cool]

OH MY GOD, MARRY ME!!!!

[blacktablet]

YOU'RE A WIZARD. I bloody REFRESH the page and there's a new chapter. *lmao* I'm tempted to try if that works again but I think not. ;>

He didn't sound sure but he did sound fierce, feral even, like he'd kill anyone who got in his way.

(My crew's right with you, Miles.) Oh gods, I love this fic and these characters so much. I'm probably barking mad but if something bad happens, it'll fucking HURT. ;_: But oh Watson, you figured it out, go you! (That trying to light a cigarette and failing when you really need one, that's awful, I know from experience.) Holmes's video was so, so heart-breaking I can't even describe it. Appleseed.

Gods. ._. When this is over, I'll print this, you know? So that I can read all of it in one go.

[booshbesotted]

You are the best ever. EVAAARRR! Fffff I kinda don't even want to comment in case I distract you, garrrr! Just ignore me I'll be over here attempting to flail and wave pom-poms of immeasurable love quietly and you just keep the updates of pure awesome coming so quick-like, for I am greedy, greedy, greedy and unashamedly so.
<3

[yan_tan_tether]

So just--when I finish this I'm gonna do something that's probably really stupid. If it is stupid, just forget everything I say in there, okay? And if it's not I mean every fucking word, John, and either way I'm sorry."

AWWWWWWWW SO LOVELY.

[innie_darling]

So just--when I finish this I'm gonna do something that's probably really stupid. If it is stupid, just forget everything I say in there, okay? And if it's not I mean every fucking word, John, and either way I'm sorry.

he'd come into my room and he'd told me he loved me as best he knew how and then he'd given himself up for me and I'd let him, I'd let him think that I hated him and he'd still done it

God, these boys know how to beat themselves up so thoroughly no one else even needs to throw a punch. Marvelous work!