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The Dangerous Book for Boys, Part 3/4
John blinks down at the phone, trying to remember what hour of the morning it is, and why he thought it was a good idea to get up and experience it.
fic  slash  BBC_Sherlock  Sherlock  John/Sherlock  AU  high_school  Greg_Lestrade  wc:10_000-15_000  [PG-13]  a:orange_crushed 
may 2012 by adelate
The Dangerous Book for Boys, Part 2/4
It's like being under a magnifying glass, when he does that; like someone putting a mirror to your mouth to look down your throat. To search inside. It's almost like care.
fic  slash  BBC_Sherlock  Sherlock  John/Sherlock  AU  high_school  Greg_Lestrade  wc:10_000-15_000  [PG-13]  a:orange_crushed 
may 2012 by adelate
The Dangerous Book for Boys, Part 1/4
There is already someone sitting at the opposite end of the table, but there are books and slides and petri dishes spread out across the length of it, in all directions. There is an unlaced man's shoe sitting on the edge. There does not appear to be a foot attached to it.
fic  slash  BBC_Sherlock  Sherlock  John/Sherlock  AU  high_school  Greg_Lestrade  wc:10_000-15_000  [PG-13]  a:orange_crushed 
may 2012 by adelate
The Love Affairs of Ghosts
She catches the Guardian headline informing her of his death on Kate Winslet's iPhone, and she doesn't believe it for a second--who better than the boffin detective, after all, to fake his own death? who better than her to know?--but even so, she's curious enough to check Dr. Watson’s blog while Kate is whimpering and straining in her bonds, and what she reads there leaves her cold.

 He was my best friend and I’ll always believe in him.

 She taught him that--how to leave your lover with nothing but a single brutal sentence--a cruelty he would never have dreamed of if she hadn't carved it into him a year ago.
fic  slash  BBC_Sherlock  Sherlock  John/Sherlock  Irene_Adler  John/Mary  angst  wc:01_000-05_000  [not-rated]  a:Tyleet 
may 2012 by adelate
Matchmaker, Matchmaker
Sherlock leaned against the counter at the pub, took a sip of his Brandy and studied his soon to be client Mr. Carlisle. He sat at a table by himself in the corner nursing a scotch and soda, a willowy man in a well-worn navy suit, unremarkable aside from a vivid shock of red hair.

John took a sip of his beer and asked, “So why are you shadowing that guy?”

Sherlock’s face broke into a wide grin. “You noticed!”

“I may not be a genius of deduction, but I’m not an idiot. You ask me if I want to see the game, and if that’s not bizarre enough, you take us by taxi to a pub thirty minutes from our flat. You haven’t complained about being bored since we’ve gotten here, even though I know you have no interest in rugby and delete information about the teams whenever someone explains it to you. So this must be a case.” John’s lips turned downward in a minimal frown. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“It’s simply reconnaissance. Nothing dangerous.”
fic  slash  BBC_Sherlock  Sherlock  John/Sherlock  Greg_Lestrade  wc:60_000-65_000  [not-rated]  a:Vash137 
may 2012 by adelate
Carte Blanche, Part 2/2: Carte Blanche
After some quick thinking and a few close calls while dodging their way out of the abandoned warehouse filled with Moriarty’s various unsavoury henchmen, including one fire fight (luckily, Sherlock brought John his handgun) during which John precisely and cleanly wounded (but did not kill) three armed men while hearing no fewer than five bullets pass so close to his head that he could hear them singing through the air past his ear, Sherlock and John found themselves in the same sort of circumstances they usually did after one or both of them had been in great danger: surrounded by patrol cars with flashing lights, anxious police and ambulance attendants with hundreds of questions, bright orange blankets draped on their shoulders, angry-looking men carted off in handcuffs around them, and the requirement to tell the story “from the beginning” several times over. John has to do a lot of his own storytelling this time, which takes him longer than usual, so long that he ends up sitting on the back of an ambulance, not minding the orange blanket so much, with his hands wrapped around a welcome cup of tea. Of course Sherlock has his own details to recount, which he does with great relish, in between dashing off to confront various police and officials and then returning to interject another key detail. It is chaotic and more than a little exhausting. John feels like he’s sleepwalking, dreaming, granted a reprieve.

For the adrenaline junkies they are, the high is spiking.
fic  slash  BBC_Sherlock  Sherlock  John/Sherlock  Carte_Blanche  [R]  a:ivyblossom  wc:10_000-15_000 
may 2012 by adelate
Carte Blanche, Part 1/2: Almost Always
Here I am, his blogger, his Boswell, having taken to writing about him because I can’t exclaim enough out loud about how unbelievable he is, how utterly amazing. I am truly struck with awe by him on a regular basis. I have to record it for posterity, to pin it down and examine it further, marvel at it. I want people to know what he does, even if he doesn’t care for the acclaim. I need to share with you how fantastic it is to be near him, to be dragged along on all these crazy cases, watching him run his eyes along the latest crime scene, seeing things everyone else misses. He’s an addict and so am I; even knowing I put myself and everyone I meet in danger, I can’t pack my bag and move out of Baker St.

Right now I fear I won’t see Baker St. again.
fic  slash  BBC_Sherlock  Sherlock  John/Sherlock  Carte_Blanche  [R]  a:ivyblossom  wc:10_000-15_000 
may 2012 by adelate
Psychophysical Examinations of Perceptual Effects of Differential Somatic Stimulation (or: Fuck Off And Leave My Bloody Balls Alone, Would You, Sherlock?)
"Wait," says John. "Go over that again, the part about somatosensory stimulation?" He's not a neural specialist, but they don't let you graduate med school without learning a thing or two about the parietal lobe, and he's not at all sure he wants Sherlock using him as a subject for tactile sensation experiments. Particularly if they involve the removal of his trousers.
fic  slash  BBC_Sherlock  Sherlock  John/Sherlock  humor  science  wc:01_000-05_000  [NC-17]  a:jedusaur 
may 2012 by adelate
Five Years Prior
Lestrade isn't sure what exactly he did to deserve Sherlock Holmes. He beat up his little brother a few times as a kid, stole a packet of crisps from a store at 14, and cheated on a girl who said she loved him right after he got out of uni. None of these seem anything close to the colossal misdeed it would take to earn Sherlock Holmes as your karmic retribution. Lestrade couldn't recall committing genocide at any point in his life.

"Look, you cannot just come waltzing in demanding to see the body two days after I - are you high?" Lestrade suddenly notices that the man is shaking.

Sherlock scowls and plunges his hands into his pockets. "I told you, the rate of decomposition is slow enough that I will still be able to gather the necessary information. And it's not important."

"I can't just order the morgue to - hang on, that's not a no!"
fic  slash  BBC_Sherlock  Sherlock  John/Sherlock  Greg_Lestrade  awesome  Sally_Donovan  Anderson  outside_pairing_POV  addiction  alternate_timeline  wc:15_000-20_000  [not-rated]  a:feverishsea 
may 2012 by adelate
Catch as Catch Can
Sherlock snapped awake, his pulse hammering. He sat upright—whose bed was this? His? John's?—and winced as the migraine hit.


There was a sharp tingle in his left leg, but it faded when he rubbed it. The headache, however, did not go away, nor did the pain in his upper arm. Sherlock rolled back his rumpled sleeve and peered at his arm. The tiny mark he found there made him yell and stumble to his feet.

The syringe on the bedside table— the biochemistry treatise, The Significance of Recurrent Behavioural Patterns in Criminal Psychology, 3rd Edition, and the nearly empty box of nicotine patches meant it was indeed his room—was still more than half full. Sherlock snatched it up. It was neatly capped and labelled.

'Propofol,' snarled Sherlock. 'You bastard.'

It had finally happened. He had tipped John Watson over the edge.
fic  slash  BBC_Sherlock  Sherlock  John/Sherlock  pop_culture_references  hot_like_burning  wc:20_000-25_000  [NC-17]  a:perevision 
may 2012 by adelate
Two Coffees One Black One with Sugar Please, Part 4: The Sum of Us (Mostly Calculated by Everybody Else)
There’s a very specific moment where John realizes he’s done keeping his brand new relationship with Sherlock under wraps. It comes when he’s doing the shopping, having dragged an unenthusiastic Sherlock along.

Sherlock is an odd duck in the supermarket, an alien species staring at cereal boxes like he’s expecting them to jump off the shelves and perform a jaunty little tap-dance routine right down the breakfast aisle. That alone is reason enough for John to occasionally take him along – the memories alone keep him entertained for days after. Sherlock complains about this loudly and often, of course, but usually winds up finding a means to keep himself busy after all and chucks things they don’t actually need into their cart, happily declaring he might use them for some ill-destined experiment he just came up with off the bat.
fic  slash  BBC_Sherlock  Sherlock  John/Sherlock  Two_Coffees_One_Black_One_With_Sugar_Please  coming_out  Molly_Hooper  Mrs_Hudson  Harry_Watson  adorable  [not-rated]  wc:05_000-10_000  a:Linpatootie 
may 2012 by adelate
Two Coffees One Black One with Sugar Please, Part 3: Crocodiles and Cannibals and Putting Things in Sherlock’s Hair
So little changes about their relationship John almost considers being offended by it. They already live together. They already sleep in the same bed. They already follow each other around like co-dependent puppies and they already have their little tiffs about who has to do the shopping and why did you leave the cap off the toothpaste again. All those little relationship things people generally grow into over time they’ve already mastered, which makes going from just-friends to woops-boyfriends-after-all surprisingly easy. As an added bonus, nobody actually realises they’ve just done and gone for it. This is good. John doesn’t enjoy the idea of parading their relationship around for all to see. He considers telling people close to them but chickens out, not quite ready, typing a text to Harry up to five times and discarding it again because he just can’t find a way to tell her which doesn’t sound too cheesy or too flippant or just too damn mushy.
fic  slash  BBC_Sherlock  Sherlock  John/Sherlock  Two_Coffees_One_Black_One_With_Sugar_Please  adorable  hot_like_burning  [NC-17]  wc:05_000-10_000  a:Linpatootie 
may 2012 by adelate
Two Coffees One Black One with Sugar Please, Part 2: An Epiphany is Just a Fancy Way of Realising You’re an Idiot
John had slept in Sherlock’s bed for 101 nights now. He’d been counting. Not necessarily consciously, not necessary for any purpose, but every night was somehow automatically notched onto his brain as to not make him forget. One hundred and one. If nights were Dalmatians he could’ve made a nice dotty coat, which is as useless a metaphor as the counting was in the first place but he’d run around with the number in his head all day wondering if this was the beginning of some sort of obsession.

He’d even made a blog post about it, a single entry with a single line stating ‘101’ which had earned only a comment from Harry containing no more than a lone quotation mark. Sherlock had seen it and Sherlock had caught the reference, smugly so, informing him of this over his microscope, which was intensely bothersome to John because it meant that Sherlock had been counting too and then what was that supposed to mean?
fic  slash  BBC_Sherlock  Sherlock  John/Sherlock  Two_Coffees_One_Black_One_With_Sugar_Please  dense_boy(s)  adorable  wc:05_000-10_000  [not-rated]  a:Linpatootie 
may 2012 by adelate
Two Coffees One Black One with Sugar Please, Part 1: To Sleep, Perchance to Smother Your Flatmate with a Pillow
"You're not sleeping with me."

"Why not? It's perfectly reasonable to wish to test this hypothesis and you already live with me anyway."

"You're NOT. Sleeping. With me."

"But John," Sherlock whines, following him around the kitchen like an unhappy toddler in a too-expensive scarlet housecoat. John wants to kick him. A familiar impulse, that. "There have been many claims already made that sleeping with a bedfellow improves the quality of sleep. I honestly see nothing against sharing a bed with me for a certain amount of time to serve as a sleep study of sorts. It would have been incredibly useful data for this case."
fic  slash  BBC_Sherlock  Sherlock  John/Sherlock  Two_Coffees_One_Black_One_With_Sugar_Please  sleep  socute  wc:05_000-10_000  [not-rated]  a:Linpatootie 
may 2012 by adelate
The Scientific Method
Hypothesis: Subject #JW-007 will respond positively to non-platonic advances by test administer (SH-Admin) but will NOT respond positively to similar sexual/romantic advances from control male "suitors". Controls will be nearly identical to Admin in physicality (intelligence and character impossible to replicate). "Dates" will be observed via field study and survey.
fic  slash  BBC_Sherlock  Sherlock  John/Sherlock  adorable  funny  wc:01_000-05_000  [PG-13]  a:thequeergiraffe 
may 2012 by adelate
That Thing You Like
"You're not visiting your parents for Christmas," Sherlock announced, not looking up from his computer.

John didn't bother to ask how Sherlock knew that. "No, I'm not." He was gratified to see Sherlock's mouth purse in annoyance. He loved explaining himself and was endlessly peevish when denied the opportunity. "Airfare to Florida is a bit beyond my means."

"And Harry?" Sherlock asked, still tapping furiously on his keyboard. "She's going to visit them. Leaving on Friday, is she?"

John put the paper down. Sherlock never made idle chat; he was driving at something. "You know that perfectly well or you wouldn't have brought it up." Sherlock smirked at him, looking ghostly pale in the glow of the screen. "Why do you ask?"

Sherlock closed the laptop, strode over to the mantel, tapped it with his finger, opened his mouth, walked into the kitchen, picked up a mug, put it down again, then came back in to the sitting room and threw himself on the couch, eyes resolutely shut. "I want you to come home with me," he announced.
fic  slash  Sherlock  John/Sherlock  pretend_marriage/relationship  Mummy_Holmes  Mycroft_Holmes  awesome  wc:05_000-10_000  [NC-17]  a:misspamela  BBC_Sherlock 
april 2012 by adelate
The Whore of Babylon Was a Perfectly Nice Girl
John doesn't spend every waking moment thinking about Sherlock Holmes. Regardless of what his government-paid therapist might imply with a gently raised eyebrow, there are things in his life that don't involve Sherlock. (For instance: his family; nightmares of Afghanistan.)

John doesn't start every sentence with "Sherlock says…" or "Sherlock thinks…" or "Last night, Sherlock…" no matter what Harry says. Harry teases him about it but that's simply proof that Harry is, and has always been, painfully addicted to sticking her nose where it doesn't belong.

He doesn't think about Sherlock all the time. But, okay, there are times. Nights when he can't get back to sleep and he doesn't want to close his eyes in case he starts to hear gunfire. When he needs to think about something that isn't grit and blood and flickering lights, generators threatening to die and patients that get bumped to the end of the queue because they can't be saved but someone else might. While he loves London and her busy streets, while he loves television and books and all the things he can indulge in now he's home, it's not enough to stop him remembering. It doesn't hold his attention.

Sherlock, on the other hand, always holds John's attention.
fic  slash  Sherlock  John/Sherlock  wc:30_000-35_000  [NC-17]  a:out_there  BBC_Sherlock 
april 2012 by adelate
Acceptable Risk
It hardly deserved to be called a house, Sherlock thought critically—possibly tipping over into the category of shack; smaller than the flat, certainly. He left his filthy, slush-blackened hatchback parked haphazardly on the snowfield in front where the left front wheel had stuck, near some tracks from a massive Jeep. The door wasn't locked. He stopped just inside and drank in the flood of data, like the first rush of a cigarette after weeks without, or the even sweeter rush of heroin.
fic  slash  Sherlock  John/Sherlock  Canadian_shack  post_Reichenbach  awesome  wc:01_000-05_000  [NC-17]  a:astolat  BBC_Sherlock 
march 2012 by adelate
"I get by with…"
John is ill. Sherlock is perplexed. And Lestrade is in the wrong place at the wrong time.
fic  gen  Sherlock  Sherlock_Holmes  John_Watson  Greg_Lestrade  h/c  adorable  wc:01_000-05_000  [G]  a:ariadnes_string  BBC_Sherlock 
february 2012 by adelate
Performance In a Leading Role
Sherlock Holmes is an Oscar winner in the midst of a career slump. John Watson is an Everyman actor trapped in the rom-com ghetto. When they are cast as a gay couple in a new independent drama, will they surprise each other? Will their on-screen romance make its way into the real world?
fic  slash  Sherlock  John/Sherlock  AU  meta  actors  coming_out  awesome  wc:155_000-160_000  [NC-17]  a:Mad_Lori  Sally_Donovan  Harry_Watson  Mycroft_Holmes  Greg_Lestrade  Molly_Hooper  Irene_Adler  Jim_Moriarty  BBC_Sherlock 
february 2012 by adelate
Ash, Gold, Quartz
Magical realism AU. Moriarty burns the heart out of Sherlock. John builds him a new one.

[This is so gorgeous and so well written. Read it. ♥]
fic  slash  AU  Sherlock  John/Sherlock  Jim_Moriarty  fantasy  magical_realism  amazing  wc:01_000-05_000  [not-rated]  a:ifonlynotnever  BBC_Sherlock 
january 2012 by adelate
Folding, Unfolding, Refolding
It is Molly Hooper’s job to rinse dead men’s blood away.

Most of them aren’t still breathing when she does.

Her fingers card through the hair at Sherlock’s temple, washing away the dried crackle of blood. He sits on the toilet lid, leaning forwards over the sink. His eyes are closed. Molly dabs at the blood on his forehead with a paper towel, and angles herself so she can see the back of his head, her hip coming into contact with his shoulder.
fic  gen  pre-slash  Sherlock  John/Sherlock  Molly_Hooper  post_The_Reichenbach_Fall  Sherlock_2x03_The_Reichenbach_Fall  angst  grief  friends  wc:01_000-05_000  [PG-13]  a:tartanfics  BBC_Sherlock 
january 2012 by adelate
Unconventional Decor
"Well," John says a few minutes later, "I'm off to sleep in my own bed." And he rolls and plants his feet on the floor, pausing a moment to ruffle one hand through his hair. He looks over his shoulder at Sherlock, who's still sprawled half on top of the duvet. "You don't mind, do you?"

Sherlock arranges his expression into one of blank indifference. "Of course not. Why would I mind?"
fic  slash  Sherlock  John/Sherlock  established_relationship  dense_boy(s)  [not-rated]  wc:01_000-05_000  a:coloredink  BBC_Sherlock 
january 2012 by adelate
A Silver Sixpence, Part 2/2
John had expected it to be more difficult, settling into ‘married life’ with Sherlock. Only it wasn’t that different to regular life with Sherlock, or ‘pretending to be engaged’ life with Sherlock.

Sherlock still stole John’s phone, never made the tea, spent at least four hours on the internet a day, and was completely unapologetic about being such a slob he almost put Wayne and Waynetta to shame. The only differences to their relationship were the displays of affection necessary to sell their romance.
fic  slash  Sherlock  John/Sherlock  pretend_marriage/relationship  awesome  adorable  domestic  Sherlock_Big_Bang_2011  wc:15_000-20_000  [NC-17]  a:_doodle  BBC_Sherlock 
january 2012 by adelate
A Silver Sixpence, Part 1/2
“We need to get married,” Sherlock announced loudly as he came into the living room, waking John from his nap. Sherlock was wearing his purple dressing gown over his pyjamas, but his feet were dangerously bare considering the state he’d left the carpet in last week.

“John, I said we need to get married,” Sherlock said again, interrupting John’s very serious concerns about tetanus, in pretty much the same way he’d tell John it was raining out.

Then John’s sleepy brain finally caught up with what Sherlock had just said.
fic  slash  Sherlock  John/Sherlock  pretend_marriage/relationship  awesome  adorable  domestic  Sherlock_Big_Bang_2011  wc:15_000-20_000  [NC-17]  a:_doodle  BBC_Sherlock 
january 2012 by adelate
In which Sherlock has the common cold
"Oh, go ahead and say it," Sherlock snapped, or tried to, though the effect was rather destroyed by the nasal sound of his voice.

"Say what?" John asked.

"That you told me I would catch my death on one of those chases through the night."

"You're not dying," John said, handing him a mug of Lemsip.

"I AM DYING! I can't breathe. That's a good sign of dying," Sherlock pouted before taking a sip out of the mug.
fic  gen  Sherlock  Sherlock_Holmes  John_Watson  h/c  a:notbeloved07  [G]  wc:00001-01_000  adorable  BBC_Sherlock 
january 2012 by adelate
The Case of the Unwelcome Owl
It certainly wasn't the first time he'd been woken up at ridiculous o'clock; it wasn't even the first time he'd been woken up at ridiculous o'clock in London, in the comfort of his own flat. But as John Watson's fingers closed reflexively over the handle of the bedside drawer, yanked, and then plunged inside to close around the familiar weight of his side arm, he realised that it was the first time he'd been woken up by Sherlock Holmes silhouetted on the threshold of his room, with a feather in his hair, snapping his fingers peremptorily and announcing: "Gun. Now."

John, still shockily half-asleep, had a bemused moment where his brain bounced back and forth between "Need gun" and "Don't need gun" and back to "Need gun" again. He shook his head, and made himself relax.

"Don't do that," he said, squinting crossly at Sherlock's unlit face. "I could have bloody shot you, you ass."

"No you couldn't," Sherlock replied, sounding bored. "Now give me that. I need to shoot an owl."
fic  gen  crossovers  Sherlock  Harry_Potter  Harry_Potter/Sherlock  Sherlock_Holmes  John_Watson  Luna_Lovegood  awesome  funny  wc:05_000-10_000  [G]  a:fayjay  BBC_Sherlock 
january 2012 by adelate
Practical Angora Goat Raising
John loved sex.

He loved everything about it: the sweat, the smell, the way it felt to kiss someone until his lips were hot and swollen. He loved the orgasms, and to run his hands over flushed skin, and to watch goosebumps rise in the wake of his fingertips. He loved to make his partner twitch and tremble, moan and sigh, and watching someone's eyes slip shut and their hips rise to meet his own was just about the giddiest rush in the world.

So yes, John loved sex, and he threw himself into it with abandon.

Which made it all the worse that he couldn't have any.
fic  slash  Sherlock  John/Sherlock  established_relationship  asexuality  [NC-17]  wc:01_000-05_000  a:lavvyan  BBC_Sherlock 
november 2011 by adelate
The Time Lord Vainglorious
In London, there is a man called Sherlock Holmes, and there are some things he knows. He knows that he was born in the year 1976 to a wealthy, domineering mother and a father he never knew. He knows he must never lose the watch he was once given by a very kind, but very misguided man who though he saw something in Sherlock worth saving. He knows that in 1999, he became fascinated by the case of a schoolboy named Carl Powers, and that was what led him to become a consulting detective. He doesn’t know what it felt like.
He knows about the drums.
fic  slash  crossovers  fusion:Doctor_Who  Sherlock  Doctor_Who/Sherlock  John/Sherlock  Doctor/Master  awesome  [not-rated]  a:Steerpike13713  wc:00001-01_000  BBC_Sherlock 
june 2011 by adelate
The 100% Cotton Conundrum
“Cold in here,” Rodney says. “This whole city is cold. This whole continent is cold.”

“Yeah,” John says again.
They both look up as the detective they’d met earlier - Lestrade – comes into their section of the stupid, freezing London warehouse with a forensics team in tow. As soon as he reaches them, John and Rodney step back from the corpse. There’s no use in stopping the police from doing their thing. There won’t be much forensic evidence to be found, anyway. The members of the Trust are assholes, but they aren’t stupid.
“Gentlemen,” Lestrade begins in a very British pissed-but-polite tone. “If you’ll let my…”
He’s cut off by the arrival of two more men. One is tall, thin, dark and dramatic – all swirling topcoat and beaky nose and forbidding expression; the other is short, quiet, non-descript, and calm. Rodney can’t decide which one is likely the more dangerous, and John keeps his eyes on the pair.
fic  slash  crossovers  Sherlock  Stargate_Atlantis  Sherlock/Stargate_Atlantis  John/Rodney  John/Sherlock  [R]  a:yin_again  wc:01_000-05_000  BBC_Sherlock 
june 2011 by adelate
One is Enough
It was probably fortunate that John met Sherlock before he met the Doctor. It prepared him for the experience like nothing else could.
fic  gen  crossovers  Sherlock  Doctor_Who  humor  Sherlock_Holmes  John_Watson  Eleven  [not-rated]  a:sahiya  wc:01_000-05_000  BBC_Sherlock 
june 2011 by adelate
The Detective
John Watson was seven years and three months old when he first met His Raggedy Detective. He wasn’t expecting the bright red telephone box to crash land in his back garden in the middle of the night, but then, who ever expected such a silly thing to happen in the first place?
fic  gen  Sherlock  AU  fusion:Doctor_Who  Sherlock_Holmes  John_Watson  awesome  [not-rated]  a:lotherington  wc:01_000-05_000  BBC_Sherlock 
june 2011 by adelate

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