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(3) A Study in Skyrim [Sherlock/Skyrim Crossover]The next day was a bit less boring, as the prisoners were let out of their cells to do some manual labour for Dragonsreach. John was left to chop firewood, Sherlock sorted the court wizard's tomes into alphabetical order and some of the other prisoners had jobs such as polishing the guards' shields and armour. If any of the prisoners talked they would be rammed in the back with a sword handle, so every kept to themselves until their work was finished.
John was guided back to his cell. After the door was slid shut, he asked "How much longer will I be in here?"
"A few more months." The guard replied.
John didn't think he'd met that guard before, as he didn't seem as rude as the many others he's met. A few more months might just kill him. He regretted everything. One stupid mistake meant this. He was deep in thought when he heard a hushed conversation from the guards at the other end of the hall.
"I didn't realise til just before, it's his time now. It starts tonight."
"Who, the Dragonb
(2) A Study in Skyrim [Sherlock/Skyrim Crossover]The next time a guard walked past John asked "Where have you taken Sherlock?"
"None of your business, thief." The guard replied irritably.
"Why did you call him Dragonborn? Is it true? Is he a Dragonborn?" John persisted. He needed answers.
"Yes, he is the Dragonborn. He is the only one who can truly stop the dragons. Too bad he is extremely dangerous and untrustworthy." The guard pondered.
"What do you mean?"
"I don't have to tell you." The guard spat, turning to do another round of the cells.
"Well that man has been helping you a lot by the sounds of it, so why do you keep him locked up like this?"
"That is not your business. Now be quiet before I sew your mouth shut."
John had never been so bored in his life. Sherlock wasn't even there to talk to. He knew barely anything about the man, but at least he could have a conversation with him, unlike the guards. They wouldn't understand about the problems of the people. All they had to do was stand around and get paid for it. A lot.
(1) A Study in Skyrim [Sherlock/Skyrim Crossover]John pushed through the big double gates of Whiterun. It was one of the places in Skyrim where it didn't snow (thank Talos for that), and it wasn't too crowded, which was good news for a newbie thief. A few years back, John never would have thought that he would become a burglar, but these were hard times, and it was when a man would do anything to stay alive. The war was raging, and to make matters even worse, the dragons had returned. Big, brutal, scaly, element-breathing, violent dangerous, immensely strong dragons, which were attacking villages at random, destroying homes and taking lives. That was why John was a thief, and no longer a man of honour. Honour did not matter anymore; fighting did.
John slithered along the outer wall of the city, hiding from view. His plan was to break into a few houses, get some gold, and get out; and to be quick with it. He halted and observed. An old woman was leaving her house. She locked the door behind her, probably knowing that people were get
I Think I Love You - Chapter 5Shortly after leaving the café, Sherlock received a text from Molly.
Find something to do while I talk to John.
Sherlock didn't think she would get to business so soon, but after receiving the text, he decided to give Lestrade a call. He asked if there was a case (any case, even a dull one) that he could help with. After a surprised Lestrade gave him something to work with, he left for the Yard.
There were four knocks at the door. John rushed down the stairs and pulled open the black door to reveal Molly.
"Oh, hello Molly; what's up?"
"May I come in?"
"Of course." John pulled the door open wider and gestures for her to step inside. "Would you like some tea? I just boiled the kettle."
"Yes please. Thank you, John."
After the tea was made they sat down in the living room, their steaming mugs set on the small sections of the coffee table that were bare.
"So, was there any particular reason you dropped by?" John asked.
"Yes actually. I talked to Sherlock."
I Think I Love You - Chapter 4Other people would say to visit a therapist, but Sherlock hated them. They didn't care about people, and they didn't really help. If someone goes and talks to a therapist and tells them their grandpa died, what can they do about it? Nothing. But the strange thing was, Sherlock wanted to talk to someone; someone who would listen. Someone nice
John was in his room gathering things to be washed. He did feel terrible. At first he actually did believe Sherlock was mistaken about him 'loving' John, but the events of the last week or so showed this really was affecting the detective. He didn't know what to do yet. But he would think of something; he had to. Sherlock was his best friend, he didn't want to lose him.
Molly was walking down the halls of St. Bart's Hospital. The air was cool, and it smelt like cleaning products and soap. She strode over to a window to perform her everyday' gaze of the outside view before going home', when she saw a familiar figure approaching
I Think I Love You - Chapter 3He was in a bright clearing; the sun's rays were shining through the trees. Sherlock looked around and absorbed his surroundings. He was not alone. John approached him gracefully and placed a hand on Sherlock's.
"I'm sorry, Sherlock." He said, as he wrapped his arms around the detective.
Sherlock held him close, until John pulled away, and his steely gaze met Sherlock's pale eyes. John's eyes flashed and glowed the brightest white. He stepped back and placed a palm on a nearby mound, which rose up to form the body of Sarah.
"I'm sorry I ever met you, Sherlock." John spat, his eyes still glowing. He turned to Sarah, her eyes also lighting up. They turned to Sherlock.
"I hate you. I've always hated you, and I don't ever want to see you again." John leaped forward and began tearing at Sherlock, his flesh being ripped off, bit by bit. He was writhing and screaming, begging for it to be over.
Sherlock jolted awake, feeling horrified. He was sweating and shaking, and the
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