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SH:The Insurance Executions IThe hospital room had filled with the smell of flowers. Jack, her husband, was sitting on the end of the bed. Florence was sharing the room with three other people, so the only privacy she and Jack had were a curtain that had been pulled around her bed. Florence looked at her husband's face. He was very clearly bothered by the fact that every time he visited his wife in her hospital room, there were fresh flowers. And they were never send by him. Florence smiled to herself.SH:The Insurance Executions I by *Nero749
"The gift shop must have been out of roses today," a deep voice from behind the curtain said. Florence and Jack looked at each other, slightly shocked by the sudden inte
Sherlock: Consequences IThe Consequences of Our ActionsSherlock: Consequences I by *Nero749
Part I
"I am so changeable," Moriarty's voice echoed through the room, reverberating against the tiles, making it sound hollow. "You can't be aloud to continue… You just can't."
The words did not matter. They could have been anything. It was the voice, that voice that seemed to crawl into your head and stay there, moving along the inside of your skull. Any of those things would not have mattered to Sherlock, he would not be intimidated so easily. Except Moriarty was something new. He could not judge his motivations, could not gage his reactions.
And the cold fear that crept up Sherlock's spine was sta
SH: After the Bombs Chapter ISherlock was staring at John. The conversation was one-sided, but that was nothing new. As was John's vacant stare. Sherlock was sitting in his own chair, leaning back while staring at John's gleaming forehead. Sherlock's hands were under his chin, fingertips touching. He did this so often he was scarcely aware of doing it now.SH: After the Bombs Chapter I by *Nero749
Without warning, Sherlock leaped to his feet. Suddenly irritated by John's silence. Stepping on the coffee table to get to the couch, Sherlock deliberately didn't look at the plastic face that seemed to be accusing him of not caring about people. Sherlock let himself fall on the couch and rolled over on his side, his
The bloodline chapter 2 - Sherlock fanfictionSherlock arrived at the Big Ben dock at 1 pm. His night had been quite well but once in a while he had woken up to check if he had gotten anymore of those texts by Mycroft, but to much disappointment he hadn't received any. Sherlock went out from the boat and finally got his feet on steady ground. He felt a bit nauseous but he was sure he felt this way since he hadn't eaten anything for hours. He hadn't been able to eat the sandwich with horse meat, he had just thought of Mycroft and that made him tear up, so he had threw it away in the trashing can bin. Sherlock missed his brother deeply already and they had just been away from each other fThe bloodline chapter 2 - Sherlock fanfiction by ~nicodiver
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