Fill: Fill our mouths with cinnamon now (1a/?)lbmisscharlieSeptember 5 2011, 01:07:39 UTC
“The name’s Sherlock Holmes and the address is 221b Baker Street.”John remembered the wink, that odd, self-consciously cocky wink, as he approached 221 Baker Street. No sign of Mr Holmes, so he limped up the steps and reached up to grasp the knocker
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Fill: Fill our mouths with cinnamon now (1b/?)lbmisscharlieSeptember 5 2011, 01:09:46 UTC
“Could be quite nice. Very nice indeed, in fact. Once we’ve cleared a bit of the rubbish…” Sherlock froze, smile slipping away. “Oh. Is this all
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Re: Fill: Fill our mouths with cinnamon now (1b/?)angelzashSeptember 5 2011, 04:07:08 UTC
This was just too perfect. Imogen is absolutely PERFECT, and Sherlock makes a wonderful daddy! Also, I can't help but see her deducing John and Sherlock's feelings even before them and just piping up one day and calling John Daddy too. XD
From what I see here, anything you do will be adorable and loved. I am stalking this thread now, just so you know. :)
Fill: Fill our mouths with cinnamon now (3a/?)lbmisscharlieSeptember 10 2011, 23:31:06 UTC
After that, there’s a women in pink, deductions and brilliance, and making a point. John stood at the top of the stairs, contemplating the long walk down, as the police and forensics team bustled around him as though he were invisible. A shout and Sherlock had gone off, out the front and nowhere to be found
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Fill: Fill our mouths with cinnamon now (3b/?)lbmisscharlieSeptember 10 2011, 23:32:50 UTC
The man rebuked his comment and somehow, with only a mere twelve hours’ acquaintance, it was not at all surprising that this was about Sherlock.
“So who are you then, his friend?” With friends like these, right?“You’ve met him; how many friends do you think he has?” Reminded of Sergeant Donovan’s comments, John thought back on Sherlock’s interactions: coolly professional with Lestrade, rude and insulting with the rest of his team. Yet he also remembered Mrs Hudson’s motherly fussing and kiss on the cheek and quiet, intense bond immediately apparent between father and daughter. The man watched his face carefully but continued, “No, I’m the closest thing to a friend Sherlock Holmes has. An enemy
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Fill: Fill our mouths with cinnamon now (3c/?)lbmisscharlieSeptember 10 2011, 23:37:01 UTC
“No.”
“I haven’t even named a figure yet.”
“Not interested.”
“Hmmm. You’re very loyal, very fast.” John thought of wide, pleading eyes, of shared mannerisms and shared dark hair. He remembered standing at the top of the stairs in an abandoned house, cane in his hand and useless self-pity in his stomach. Loyalty? Perhaps not yet.
“No. I’m just not interested.” At this, his phone chimed. The man raised one eyebrow as John, not looking away for a moment, pulled it from his pocket. Baker Street. Come at once if convenient. SH.While John read the text, the man’s voice, cold and imperious, interrupted his thoughts. “Trust issues, it says here.” He was reading again from his notebook and John’s stomach went cold
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Looking for a first-time story with a happy ending (and as much angst as you like in the middle).
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“Imogen, what have I told you about playing tricks on people?”
“That I should only do it if I need to know something important from them.”
Yup that's Sherlock's daughter all right. XD
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100% tracking.
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From what I see here, anything you do will be adorable and loved. I am stalking this thread now, just so you know. :)
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Keep up the good work! :D
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Where to start? “Crime scene ( ... )
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This is brilliant, just what I was looking for! I can't wait to see more.
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“So who are you then, his friend?” With friends like these, right?“You’ve met him; how many friends do you think he has?” Reminded of Sergeant Donovan’s comments, John thought back on Sherlock’s interactions: coolly professional with Lestrade, rude and insulting with the rest of his team. Yet he also remembered Mrs Hudson’s motherly fussing and kiss on the cheek and quiet, intense bond immediately apparent between father and daughter. The man watched his face carefully but continued, “No, I’m the closest thing to a friend Sherlock Holmes has. An enemy ( ... )
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“I haven’t even named a figure yet.”
“Not interested.”
“Hmmm. You’re very loyal, very fast.” John thought of wide, pleading eyes, of shared mannerisms and shared dark hair. He remembered standing at the top of the stairs in an abandoned house, cane in his hand and useless self-pity in his stomach. Loyalty? Perhaps not yet.
“No. I’m just not interested.” At this, his phone chimed. The man raised one eyebrow as John, not looking away for a moment, pulled it from his pocket. Baker Street. Come at once if convenient. SH.While John read the text, the man’s voice, cold and imperious, interrupted his thoughts. “Trust issues, it says here.” He was reading again from his notebook and John’s stomach went cold ( ... )
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And the whole thing with Sally is unexpected - wonder what's going on there?
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