In The Dark - Chapter 3When the funeral was over, John called a cab immediately, wanting to leave as soon as possible. John stood in the car park, waiting impatiently for the cab to arrive, when he felt a hand on his arm.
"John," said a gentle voice.
John turned his head. Molly was gazing up at him with her soft brown eyes.
"If there's anything you need " she coughed and her eyes filled with tears.
She tried to wipe them away quickly, but she started sobbing. John wasn't sure what to do before he pulled her close to him and held her. She had broken down like he felt he was going to constantly and sometimes did when no one was around and he saw that she cared a lot about Sherlock too. She wasn't like the other people who just wore a solemn face and looked at John with pity.
Molly stepped back and looked up at John again, not bothering to remove the tears from her blotchy face.
"I want to be able to help, in any way I can. So please, don't hesitate to ask."
John nodded, afraid if breaking do
In The Dark - Chapter 2A few days had gone by with no visitors; perhaps they knew that John would need some space. But that space would soon deteriorate at the funeral.
Mrs Hudson made tea for them both that morning and they sat in the living room together, in near silence. The only sounds were of the cars passing by and of them taking a sip from their tea cups.
"You know you don't have to do this." John said abruptly.
"Do what, dear?" Mrs Hudson looked up.
"Keep me company. I can manage."
Mrs Hudson thought for a moment. "I just don't want you to feel alone, John."
"Well I am alone!" John exclaimed, and made Mrs Hudson jump.
He looked up at the landlady. She looked shocked and sad. "I'm sorry." He said.
"It's quite alright." She took another sip of tea. "Would you like me to leave you?"
"No. We have we have to talk about the the "
"Funeral." Mrs Hudson finished for him.
"Yes, that. Who will be going?" John asked painfully.
"Quite a number; many people want to pay thei
In The Dark - Chapter 1John walked all the way back to Baker Street. He didn't want to talk to anyone, not even a cabbie. His head was swimming, full of jumbled thoughts. He was barely aware of his surroundings, and nearly got hit by a car on the way to the flat.
He fumbled with the doorknob when he finally got home, and pushed his way inside. He climbed the staircase, it feeling like Mount Everest with all the effort it seemed to be taking. He entered the living room and did something unexpected, he slumped on the couch, turned to face the wall and curled up in a ball like Sherlock did sometimes. He stared into the fabric of the sofa, and finally the tears streamed down his face.
"Is that you John?" Mrs Hudson called from above.
John ignored it, and hoped that she wouldn't bother him. He didn't want to have to tell her; not now. He squeezed his eyes shut and the trapped tears escaped, doing the same as the others. He heard footsteps approaching. He panicked; Mrs Hudson was coming.
"John?" she said as she
I Think I Love You - Chapter 11 [FINALE]Moriarty was cruel. He was so, so cruel. He ripped Sherlock apart. He tore his hope and his future. He killed everyone's belief in him; everyone's but John.
John was in the cab. It felt like his stomach was tied in a knot. He had a very bad feeling; a very bad feeling indeed.
"Can you please go faster?" he said anxiously to the cabbie.
"I'm going as fast as is legal sir, I can't do any more than that." The cabbie replied.
John sighed nervously. Damn Moriarty! Damn him to the deepest pits of hell, where the most painful fires would engulf his body and burn him slowly until he finally died. What that man had done to his best friend
"Stop here." John said to the cabbie, and jumped out of the car. As his feet hit the bitumen, his phone rang. He looked at the screen; it was Sherlock.
"John," Sherlock started.
"Sherlock, are you okay?"
"Turn around and walk back where you came." Sherlock instructed.
"No, I'm coming in!" John said, eying St Bart's.
"Just do as I ask; please."
I Think I Love You - Chapter 10John sat on the couch and watched telly. Sherlock observed him from his spot. He wasn't exactly sure what was going on was John sad because his relationship with Sarah was over, or was he upset about hurting her feelings? Was he upset at all?
Sherlock took a step forward. "John," he started reluctantly.
"Are you okay?"
The words hung in the air for too long. Sherlock wished he hadn't said it, and John was surprised Sherlock had said it.
"I'm okay." John finally replied. "I'm just a bit confused about things." What am I doing? Why am I talking to Sherlock about this?
"What things?" Sherlock asked. He was a bit concerned now. "John, tell me."
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything."
"Well you did, so finish it."
John looked at Sherlock, surprised. "Since when do you have interest in what people think and feel? This isn't like you."
"I have interest when it's you, John."
"Well that's nice to know Sherlock; thank you. It's just " Jo
(7) A Study in Skyrim [Sherlock/Skyrim Crossover]Sherlock and John ran towards the river.
"I suppose they found the guard out cold." John panted.
"We should have hidden it." Sherlock said. "It was a stupid mistake."
"Sorry." John exhaled.
They'd just met the river, and were now running alongside it.
"It's not your fault. At least we got out of town before they noticed; otherwise I don't think we'd have any hope." Sherlock said while slowing his pace. "We should be safe to move at a brisk walk. News of our escape wouldn't have reached Riverwood yet."
They kept walking, and John spotted a stone bridge, and behind it, the small village of Riverwood. They crossed the bridge when they got to it, and Sherlock took lead. They entered a building; it was a general goods store. There was the ring of a bell when Sherlock pushed the door open, and their gaze was met by that of the shopkeeper.
"I was just about to close up." the Dark Elf spoke in rough voice.
"Please, we won't be long; we just want to buy some food." Sherlock said in the kindest
(6) A Study in Skyrim [Sherlock/Skyrim Crossover]Sherlock observed his surroundings, and picked up an old torch stick. With the other hand, he ripped the bottom of his shirt, and wrapped the fabric around the end of the stick. John saw what Sherlock was doing.
"How are you going to light it?"
"Like this," Sherlock smirked.
He muttered a strange word and the fabric set alight, causing the surrounding walls to glow. Sherlock began striding through the tunnel, while John trailed behind.
"Is that one of your Dragonborn powers?"
"Yes. They do come in very useful at the best of times."
The came to an open area, with more tunnels leading off from it. There were stone steps on the left side, which led up to a large tunnel.
"This way." Sherlock led the way up the steps, and through the wet tunnel, Sherlock's head nearly scraping on the top.
They came to a small room, where Sherlock halted and passed the torch to John.
"Here's the trapdoor." Sherlock stretched his arms up and slid the bolt on the door to the right. "I'll give you a leg-up. O