They both made it to Angelo's and Billy seated them immediately at a much smaller table for two, which was already equipped with a candle. Angelo approached their table.
"Sherlock, it's good to see you again."
"Jane, Angelo. Angelo, Jane."
"Good to meet you," Jane smiled to the manager.
"What happened to the other one?" Angelo pondered.
Jane looked to Sherlock, curious.
"What other one?"
"He's joking. Will we be paying this time?"
"Oh there's no need. My restaurant has been soaring since you became a legend."
After a minute of Sherlock telling Jane how he got Angelo off of a murder charge, the manager went to monitor his staff.
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Why do you need to be alone?
You had a past.
You must...have...impulses.
...What made you like this?
Sherlock opened his eyes. He was in his flat, laying on the couch. Of course he had urges. He was trapped in a human body after all. He just chose to ignore them because they would remind him of painful memories. But those memories were too precious for him to forget. They're what made him into the man he is today.
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Many years ago at the Holmes' residence. Sherlock was playing in the fields with Redbeard, looking for buried treasure, when he suddenly stepped on a soft part of the dirt.
"Aha! We found it!"
Just then, a young boy with b
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John ran his hand over his face slowly as if to refresh his conscious state. He was supine in his bed, staring at the ceiling and allowing the silence to settle around him, hoping it might just drown out his worries and let him sleep. Over the course of the last few days, he'd tried the numbers that Mycroft had called him on in the past, and tried each again tonight in a vain attempt to ask if Sherlock had been spotted anywhere. None of those numbers were available at this point in the evening, though the time of day probably had nothing to do with the availability of the eldest Holmes. After all, Big Brother watches o
"Another unsolved murder, woman aged 34 found bound with wrists slit, bled out in meat shop last Friday." John shook his head and raised his eyebrows in disgust, setting the paper down in favor of a better sip of tea. John huffed, shaking his head with a hint of worry in his eye, "All while he's out doing fuckall." Mrs. Hudson leaned her body from the stove just enough to see into the living room, giving John a grave 'knock it off' for his language. John sighed and surrendered, standing from the couch with his cup and saucer to shuffle himself into the kitchen and try to make himself useful to her. Supper was nearly made, but he found things
Valentine's day (BBC Sherlock) by ThisIsntEvenMyFinal, literature
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Valentine's day (BBC Sherlock)
"John we have a case!" Sherlock exclaimed
"Sherlock, it's Valentine's day. I've got a date."
"Valentine’s day?"
"yes. A day when you people express their love for each other."
"Fine, I love you. Now let's GO. this is a double murder, bank robbery, suicide. it's unbelievable."
"Sherlock!" John exclaimed, blushing "I mean romantic love."
"ah." Sherlock said "Girlfriend love"
"that's it, I'm leaving. go on your case. I'll see you later." John walked out of the door leaving Sherlock alone.
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Sherlock went to the scene an talked to Lestrade. Lestrade said that he should do something nice for John.
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Red (Ch. Fourteen): How do you propose?
Most people would have assumed, when hearing the wonderful news, that John was the one that had proposed but they would, of course, have been wrong. Sherlock had been thinking about this for a few months, and when he was injured he had had plenty of time to formalize the thoughts into some semblance of order. 'As soon as I get out of this insufferable hospital, I've got some plans to make.'
The four weeks have been terribly LONG but, not unproductive. The first two weeks while John was away at the surgery, were spent furiously trying to find the perfect way to propose to his extraordinary blogger. He knew that he was an uneasy man to live wi
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Chapter 1 - Sherlock Holmes's Paw Stories
Title: Sherlock Holmes's 7 Paw Stories: John
Rated: T
Genre: Humor/Hurt/Comfort
Chapters: 3
Words: 12,031
Summary: When the door was pushed open, John grabbed his handgun. When something heavy jumped on his bed and roared, he fired. The roar broke into a wail as the tiger fell back. A tiger. There was a tiger in his room. Johnlock, bromance or slash. Tiger!SH
Chapter 1: JW
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John had taken the habit to sleep with his handgun under his pillow ever since they had been attacked in the middle of the night by an Indian swordsman, a month ago. The next day, he'd tried to ta
A/N: Here is the bonus chapter! It takes place after the events of Sherlock Holmes's 7 Paw Stories: John. Hope you enjoy reading! Reviewers are loved :)
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Sherlock had very slowly recovered from John's bullet. He'd had to pretend he was needed for a case in Denmark for a week, which turned out to be a month and of course since he was supposed to travel incognito he couldn't contact John and tell him where he was. Of course.
In fact, he had spent a month bored to death in St Andrew's Hospit al, Northampton, until he was told he could walk around safely. He hadn't specified he intended to chase criminals through London