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Sweets Chapter Three - JohnlockChapter Three - A game willing to play
A week passed without one of them talking about what happened. Sherlock was surprised that John wanted him to admit defeat. He had expected that John would want to talk about their kiss. That he would be mat at Sherlock for kissing him. That he would just buy him the patches, but not that John would strike back. Sherlock had of course noticed right away what John wanted to do, but he didn't mind, no. Quite the opposite was the case.
Truth was, Sherlock didn't want the patches anymore; he wanted to kiss his good doctor again. It had felt so good. It had felt like nothing he had felt before. He had kis

Single: Part 7"I just had to, okay?!" John was shouting now. "He threatened to -kill- you!" John turned around to face Sherlock, angry tears coating his beautifully blue eyes. "He was going to kill you..." John's voice broke down and he dropped his head.

Sherlock silently set his tea on the table, stood up and made his way over to John. Sherlock gently placed one hand on John's shoulder and one cupping John's face. John locked eyes with Sherlock.

"Who did, John?" Sherlock whispered.

"Moriarty, he..." John took a deep breath to calm himself, which seemed impossible while Sherlock was so close to his face, their eyes locked.

-Dilated pupils,

Single: Part 4Sherlock, help!
-JW

Sherlock's anger was growing, John texting him didn't help.

"Who is it?" Moriarty asked, calmly.

Moriarty lay next to Sherlock, still naked, under the sheets in his bed. Moriarty's eyes were closed and he had his arms crossed under his head on the pillow. He looked so relaxed.

"John." Sherlock muttered, closing the message and placing the phone on the table next to the bed.

He glanced up at the neon clock on the other side of the room. It flashed to midnight and Sherlock sighed, closing his eyes. He really didn't care that John needed help, he was too angry to care.

Sherlock, please!
-JW

I'm sorry! Ple

The Only ExceptionJohn closed his eyes, listening to the pounding rain on the window. The rain always relaxed him, just the sound of the pitter-patter of water hitting concert, the way the sky darkened and everything just slowed down. John stood up and walked to his room, not attracting the attention of his lover and flatmate, Sherlock Holmes.

John returned moments later with an Ipod touch and some portable speakers. He set them down on the table next to him and fumbled with the cord for a few minutes. Sherlock looked up from his book and shot John a questioningly look.

John pressed play and soft cords from an acoustic guitar played through the flat. John sm

Single: Part 6"I couldn't have been your boyfriend two days ago. For one, wouldn't you still have this blond hair you told me about?" John asked, handing Sherlock a cup of tea.

Sherlock took the cup from John and sipped from it. "I don't know, John. Nothing is right at this moment. Everything is messed up. Lestrade and Mycroft are getting bloody -married-, I'm dating Moriarty, and you were dating Molly..." Sherlock stopped and looked up at John, who looked hurt. "I'm sorry..."

"No, no... It's fine... I mean... I don't know..." John rubbed his temples, closing his eyes.

Sherlock staid quiet for a moment, watching his friend. John pulled himself back toge

BBC Sherlock: NightmaresThe moment John woke up, he knew something was wrong. He was a light sleeper, courtesy of Afghanistan, so any sign of danger could instantly jolt him wide awake. And now he clearly sensed that his life was hanging by a thread. However, John decided to be cautious and not to make any unnecessary movements, which might provoke an assault. Instead he just opened his eyes slightly and carefully scanned the room shrouded in darkness. Yes, his instinct didn't fail him. There was someone standing at the door. The stranger was motionless, but John could hear him breathing irregularly, as if he just stopped running and tried to calm down. A shadowy, a

SH: Headspace

Headspace
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Warning: violence references (crime scene)

"There's something not missing!"

John blinked, sharing a look of surprise with Lestrade. As odd as most of Sherlock's outbursts were, that was one of the strangest. At least in the last week or so.

Sherlock was pacing madly, hands fluttering and grasping at the empty air. John grimaced as he noted the red smears his feet left on the plastic path someone had laid down. Gore and blood lined the walls, even some clumps dripping obscenely from the ceiling, but the filth didn't bother Sherlock.

Nor him, really. Which spoke volumes about them both. Even Lestrade was

A Study in BlondJohn clenched and unclenched his fists around the plastic handle of the grocery bag in his hand. Habit; takes a taxi to the store, buys the milk, looks through the store to waste some time, checks out, and walks home, crumbling the bag handle as he goes. He doesn't know why he does it, he just does. He wrestled his hand around in his pocket as he approaches the door, labeled in bronze 221B.

As he made his way up the wooden step, he focused on the creaks of the stairs beneath his weight. As they creaked, he thought of Sherlock, and how seemingly noiseless those stairs seemed under him. John stopped, halfway up, and looked down at himself. -I

Sweets Chapter Six - JohnlockChapter Six - Planning your next step
The dark haired detective took a cab and told the driver to let him out in front of Scotland Yard. The traffic was not so terrific and they only moved forward slowly. Sherlock didn't mind, as he was in no hurry to get there. Right now he had to process his problem. It wasn't so much a problem, but more like a puzzle which he didn't know the correct solution to. Sherlock couldn't rely on his brain and his body had betrayed him. He looked out of the window, not really seeing the city pass by him. His train of thoughts always came back to the feeling of kissing John, his warm lips and ragged breath, his di

Can I Kiss You, SherlockJohn traced his thumb against Sherlock's lively pink lip, looking deep into the detective's blue/gray, mysterious eyes. Oh, how badly he wanted to kiss this man, he didn't even know! His heart started pounding, hard, against his chest, fighting to get out.

"I don't see any damage, Sherlock..." John muttered, his thumb still skimming that delicate lip.

"Keep looking." Sherlock urged. "I know there must be something wrong with it! It hurts..."

Sometimes Sherlock made this face. It reminded John so much of a helpless little kid, and it was adorable. John's heart stopped as Sherlock's eyes looked so helplessly into his own, and he gasped light

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unbreakable friendship

"John?"

The power in Sherlock's voice made John stop typing his latest blog and look up.

"Yes."

"At the swimming pool, you were prepared to relinquish your life. Why would you do that?"

"Been thinking again, have you?" John said with a sly smile.

"Answer please."

John heaved a sigh and sat back in his chair. "I think you already know the answer. I've seen a lot of men die, Sherlock. I've watched them die quickly and very, very slowly. Some of them were my friends. I am not prepared to lose your friendship."

Standing Sherlock paced a bit and turned toward John who was giving him his full attention.

"Gr

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unbreakable friendship

John was reading the paper when Sherlock walked by wearing a towel and carrying a biscuit in one hand and a book in the other.

"Sherlock, would you mind if I asked you a really personal question?"

"Humm…what John?"

"You have told me that relationships are not your area. That everything else is transport. Does that mean you've never dabbled in relationships at all? Does that mean you are asexual?" John was being very sincere.

"I now have numerous 'relationships', John, you being a prime example. I know you were asking about physical relationships. I'm really not enamored of the chemical fallout that p

Sweets Chapter Two - JohnlockThe game is afoot

John had been attracted to his flat mate for quite a while now. He caught himself staring at Sherlock way too often, but until now there had always been the possibility that he was simply attracted to the other man's looks. That he wouldn't like Sherlock touching him - not that he had ever really considered that this could happen, but still. What he felt now was far from dislike. It felt so good, Sherlocks mouth pressed on his, their tongues moving against each other. Another small moan escaped him and he blushed slightly in embarrassment. His hands had moved to Sherlocks dark curls, pulling slightly on them. God, what was

SH: The Best Gifts Are Free

The Best Gifts Are Free
Sherlock/John fluff

"I've got something for you."

"I know." Sherlock broke his moody stare at the opposite wall to watch John settle beside him on the sofa. "You've been anxious about it for several days. I don't want anything for Christmas, and I've already told you-,"

"And you hate repeating yourself, yes." John dropped the small plainly-wrapped box in Sherlock's lap defiantly. "And I don't give a fig what you don't want. It's… special. It comes with an explanation, so could you be still for five minutes?" He shifted restlessly as Sherlock shook the box, muttering to himself. "Just open it."

"Fine." Sherloc

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"John?" Sherlock asked slowly, the phone holding a long steady beep, indicating the ended call.

Sherlock opened the laptop and quickly started entering codes and numbers, trying to track John's phone.

'This phone is unavailable' the screen read. Sherlock pounded the desk with his fist. He turned his bloody phone off.

Sherlock ran his fingers through his hair. He never should have written that note. Never should have broken up with John.

"Damn it..." Sherlock muttered.

He stood and paced the room, fingers pressed to his lips, thinking. Moriarty wouldn't be so stupid as to leave his phone on. Was there anyway to track the car?

Poem: JumpAs the sadness in your face lingers on your breath,
The last moments of you are all that I have left,
The tears streaking down your face and fall at my demise.
Although it is your last words before your body dies.
You reach out your hand to me as though I'll catch you when you fall.
But my body is in shock with you standing on the edge of that wall.
And as your voice catches and you whisper last goodbyes,
My mind goes over what you say, although it was all lies.
As everything I loved and cared about stands on that edge,
You jump and let your body drop and with a crunch you are dead.
My heart is stopped when I see you laying on the s

The Note: Done

"Where are you taking me, Moriarty?!" John yelled as they weaved through the traffic.

Sirens screamed behind them and Moriarty just ticked his tongue in disappointment.

"Silly police want to play. Sad." He shook his head. He picked up the radio in the cab and pressed the button. "Ohh boys~ Someone wants to play~." He said in a sing-song voice. "Eliminate them."

"No!" John shouted as one by one, shots were heard and the police cars crashed into each other.

They turned a corner almost on two wheels and the pile-up was out of sight. John turned back to Moriarty in anger.

"WHERE ARE YOU TAKING ME?!" He shouted, his heart pounding.

He was at

The Note: Gone

"Hey you." John said weakly, walking out to the living room and slumping down into the seat across from Sherlock.

"How are you feeling?" Sherlock asked, a little out of it, his fingers pressed together and raised to his lips.

"Not great... But well enough. Yourself?" John asked, closing his eyes and willing away the pain that pounded dully in the back of his skull.

"Like your lying to me." Sherlock said simply, lowering his hands and sitting up, looking deadly into John's eyes.

"Huh?" John asked dully, opening his eyes and staring at Sherlock quizzically.

"You're rubbing your temples, indicating a pain in your head; you're ey

Looks StunningWith John still in the hospital, it was tediously boring and quiet in the flat. It was back to the way it was before John walked into Sherlocks life, and Sherlock hated it. Sherlock never noticed how much he needed John to be with him. He knew that he couldn't live without him, but he never really knew how much it would hurt. Sherlock paced the flat, looking for something to do. Nothing.

Slowly, he walked into the kitchen, then towards his bedroom. John's door was slightly opened, unclosed from the rush of the ambulance getting him out of the flat, and Sherlock close behind in a cab. He paused, staring at the door and slowly pushed it

221B Baker Street"Sherlock..." John moaned, his head feeling like it was about to explode.

John lay in his bed, a cold sweat running down his face. He had no idea what was wrong, but he knew all he wanted was death... That, and Sherlock.

"Sherlock." John called in a weak, raspy, moaning voice. "Please..."

The door to his room opened and Sherlock froze as he saw his lover, sweating, crying from pain, his skin a ghostly pale, almost transparent, and his eyes were sunken into his skull. Sherlock has never seen John so... Depressed... Upset... Helpless. Sherlock walked over, carefully, to John's bed and sat down next to him. Sherlock took the back of his head

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by *Black-Rose-117, Jun 17, 2012, 9:10:39 AM
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John adjusted the strap of his duffle bag on his shoulder as he stood in the line to board his plane. A 7-4-7, full of many people with so many different backstories, yet John knew that the whole trip to California in the United States, he would be completely and depressingly alone.

His doctor had ordered him on a vacation, a type of medicine. Something a simple pill wouldn't service. He had to get away from everything that connected him to Sherlock, but John knew this wouldn't help. In order to get him away from everything to do with Sherlock, they would have to cut out his heart. If it was up to John, he wouldn't be going on this stupid trip in the first place.

He glanced around at the speckled gray walls of the London airport one last time before stepping into the terminal and slowly making his way to the open doors of the aircraft. Lining against the cabin doors stood the crew of the craft, including the captain.

"Hello," He started cheerfully as John entered the plane, "My name's Martin, thank you for choosing us. I hope you have a comfortable flight." He beamed as he shook John's hand.

John half-mindedly shook the hand back, staring at the captain's face. His beaming, beautiful face...

Slowly, John started away, his jaw still slightly slag, his eyes still wide in disbelief. His seat was quit literally in back of the plane. Last row, right across from the bathroom. Perfect...

-That voice...- John thought as he took his seat, shoving his duffle bag under the seat in front of him. -Those eyes...-

"Hello, this is your captain speaking, and I'd like to thank you all for coming board. The emergency exits are located on your-" -That deep, beautiful voice... But it can't be...-

Through the flight, John read, not paying attention to the words that lined the page, his mind wandering to Sherlock; he watched the movies they had playing half heartily; and he tried to sleep, each time awakening new memories of Sherlock.

When they touched down in California at last, John was the last one off the plane. He passed Martin again on the way out and stopped to stare again for a minute, he couldn't help it.

"Hope you had an enjoyable flight." Martin said, holding out his hand to John, who took it, "Please, come fly with us again."

John didn't release his hand, he just stared.

"Can I help you with something sir?" Martin asked slowly.

"Huh..? Oh, no... You just remind me of a... Old friend... Is all..." John said sadly, and with that, started off the plane.

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-Oh John...- Sherlock thought as he watched his friend exit the plane, whipping a few tears from his eyes. -If only you could see it was me! If only I could tell you that I am alive, that Martin is just a different name to cover who I really am. But I will be with you soon enough. That's a promise...-

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To start off, HAPPY FATHER'S DAY EVERYONE!!!!

Who said our dad's are the only ones to get something today ;D I'll be posting two stories today:

The 3rd part to "Single"!!
part one here ----> [link]
Part two here ----> [link]

Also, a Sherlock X Cabin Pressure (this one)
This story was suggested by a friend of mine found here ---> :[link] She told me the major plot line, told me to go for it, so I just sort of jotted something down as I drifted into the unforgiving hands of sleep. I hope she gets SOME enjoyment out of it...

So, Happy Father's Day! Part 3 will be posted soon (as soon as I finish it....) and I hope you all enjoy Sherlock X Cabin Pressure, if you do, just MAYBE I'll write another cross fiction... but it's not my normal thing

But you know, I'M SOOOOOO CHANGABLE~~~!
~Blake Moriarty <3

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~queenoflalaland Aug 4, 2012

*lip quiver* Awwww...this is so cute and sad and BRILLIANT at the same time~! I just...John and...eyes and...Sherlock at the end...*sniffles and grabs tissues*

Great job, love it!

*Black-Rose-117 Aug 6, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I'm so glad you liked it

My friends requested it some time ago, a cross between Sherlock and Cabin Pressure, I couldn't say no

Thank you so much

~queenoflalaland Aug 6, 2012

You're so welcome! I always love a mix of the two, and you did a good job! Can't wait for the new seasons of both, haha!

*Black-Rose-117 Aug 6, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I need the second series of Cabin pressure

I can't wait to see how Sherlock turns out tho 0-0

And please, check out the rest of my gallery if you like Sherlock. Thats all it is

~queenoflalaland Aug 6, 2012

Oh my gosh, the second and third seasons are amazing! I actually got them in iTunes, and play them on my iPod whenever I go on a road trip

And yeah, neither can I. The cliffhanger at the end was just...UNF. Yup, can't wait for more Benny and Martin!

And I don't like Sherlock...I LOVE it! So, yeah, I'll definately check out your other work!

*Black-Rose-117 Aug 9, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I need to get the other 2 seasons, I thought there was only one! My dad will be too happy 0-0 he loves it! (only thing to keep him quiet and not moving on road trips when I drive 0-0)

GAR! The cliffhanger! The feels T^T

Awesome! Enjoy!

~queenoflalaland Aug 9, 2012

Oh, I'm so glad you and your dad are happy!! It's so epic, and funny, and BRILLIANT! XD (And yeah, totally get that with my dad. If I don't put something on that will make him be quiet, my ears will fall off from his chattering and yelling at other driver!! X3

And yeah, DAT CLIFFHANGER DX

I will!

*Black-Rose-117 Aug 10, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Yeah, I half want to jump out of the moving car sometimes. Cabin Pressure was heaven sent to us lol

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~Guifloyd Jun 17, 2012

was confused by what I said?

do not worry it was nothing ... I said nothing ...

*Black-Rose-117 Jun 17, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

yes, very... sorry, my brain has been shot by the bullet of depression

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