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In The Dark - Chapter 9John, Molly and Greg went to a pub after the visit to Sherlock's grave. They sat at a secluded table, each with a glass of their drink of choice.
Greg looked at his watch. They'd been there for half an hour. John and Molly were talking; they sat opposite him. he kept looking up from his glass at them, sitting close, laughing with each other and smiling. Of course, John was going through a very hard time, and Molly was just being nice, but he couldn't help what he was feeling, although he felt terrible for it. He glanced at them again and felt a twinge of jealousy. He made himself angry. Sherlock's dead, John's distraught, and Molly's being comforting, and he's sitting there being jealous just because two friends are sitting next to each other, being happy for a change?
"Greg, are you okay?" Molly asked, bringing him out of his thoughts.
"Yeah mate, you look a bit pale." John interjected.
"Um, yeah, I think I might just get some air." Greg stood up and exited the pub.
The cool breeze fe
Theme Prompt - Introduction [BBC Sherlock]Sherlock often thinks back to when he first met John Watson. He was very keen for the doctor to be his flat mate, because he wasn't the same as other ordinary people. Of course, he was more ordinary than the detective by far, but he was different. Sherlock didn't usually believe in gut feelings, but instead looked at the facts. The case with John though, was different. His gut feeling was right.
Through thick and thin, John had been there. He'd put up with so much, and still stuck around, still stayed by Sherlock's side, and couldn't imagine himself not doing so.
Later the two men realised something; something that explained all this. The thing they realised was that they were in love with one another.
In The Dark - Chapter 8It was a bit past eleven at night when Sherlock got back to Molly's flat.
"Where the hell were you?" she asked, with a stressed expression. "I tried ringing you but you didn't pick up!"
"I left my phone here." Sherlock replied plainly.
"So would you care to explain where you were then?"
Sherlock mumbled a response which was hardly audible.
"Baker Street." He said a bit louder.
"Sherlock! Do you know how risky that is? You could have been seen!"
"Do you think I didn't know that? I wish I never went, but it's done now, so there's no use arguing about it." Sherlock disappeared down the hall.
Molly sighed, and went to the bathroom to brush her teeth.
John awoke early the next morning. He barely got any sleep anymore. He went to the bathroom, and visited Sherlock's room again. The previous night had felt strange in there. He swore he could smell him, like he was there. That's why he spoke… why he said what he said. It felt like he was there. But the room felt normal again. Still,
In The Dark - Chapter 7It was a picture of John. He was smiling; his face was lit up with happiness. It was beautifully drawn, as if by an expert. John's eyes felt hot, and his vision blurred from the wet tears that glazed his eyes. He missed Sherlock so much. He wished he could talk to him about the things he'd found. Instead, they remained as unsaid conversations, begging to be had but the person to have them with wasn't there. He sat on the edge of Sherlock's bed and looked through the rest of the sketch book.
There was a twinge in Sherlock's stomach, like something had occurred… something important.
"Don't be stupid, you may as well be superstitious to think like that." He mumbled to himself.
"What was that?"
Sherlock had forgotten where he was for a moment.
"Nothing, Molly. It's of no importance."
"Alright, well I'm going out for a bit." Molly grabbed her handbag from the kitchen counter.
"Where?" Sherlock turned his head.
"I'm going to see Greg." She blushed.
Sherlock rolled his eyes.
"What?" Molly q
In The Dark - Chapter 6John was glad that he'd finally gone out with someone. Being in the flat all the time was driving him crazy, but at the same time, he was glad to come back. He went straight into Sherlock's room after getting home from breakfast with Molly. He looked in the same drawer that he'd found the first drawing, digging through the pairs of socks. He had no luck. He approached the bedside table when Mrs Hudson called him for breakfast. He left Sherlock's room, the door ajar.
Sherlock was thinking out loud in the car.
"So he found the one of the window? Well, that one was rather obvious; I'd hidden in the draw hastily. I didn't have time to put it away properly." He said as Molly drove along the busy road.
"I don't understand what the big deal about him seeing them is." Molly said, eyeing Sherlock in the mirror.
"They are personal, simple as that."
"Well, I suppose nothing will be personal now that he thinks you're dead." Molly said a little too snappily.
Sherlock looked up. "What's your probl
In The Dark - Chapter 5There was a buzz. John turned his head and pushed himself up in the bed, reaching over to his phone. There was a new message.
I was just wondering if you wanted to catch up today. You could choose the place; that's if you want to catch up. It's okay of you don't.
John stared at the message for a while. When he thought about it, Molly was probably the only person he'd really want to see. Even he knew men weren't exactly good with emotional situations. He couldn't picture how Lestrade would react if he burst into tears in his presence. John sent back a text to Molly.
Sounds great. Where do you want to meet? Do you want to have breakfast somewhere?
John inspected his message before he pressed 'Send'. He still had the habit of writing 'JW'. The thought of erasing it and writing his full name occurred, but he decided against it and sent the message.
Molly sent back a reply quickly, making the arrangements, before placing her phone back on the tabl
AsylumJohn strode through the sickeningly white halls of the asylum, being led by two tall, burly men. They came to a halt at a plain white door labelled 'Holmes, Sherlock', and unlocked it. The pushed open the door and let John walk through, the two men following him inside, closing the door and standing on either side of it.
There he was; the former detective. He was once so brilliant, and now, he sat in the corner of the white room, in an off-white straight jacket. His chest was rising and falling with each breath, and he stared into the nothingness absently. John approached Sherlock cautiously, worried about what might happen. This was his first visit. He was scared to see Sherlock; scared that he'd be too different. He wanted to remember his best friend for what he was; when he was sane. But then, he didn't want him to be alone.
He crouched down in front of Sherlock, and looked into his eyes. After a few moments, the former detective looked up, and met John's gaze. Those brilliant eyes
In The Dark - Chapter 4"John, was that really necessary?" Mrs Hudson closed the front door behind them.
"Yes, it was! This is his fault! He gave all that information to Moriarty so that he knew exactly how to destroy Sherlock!"
"I think we'd best go up and have some tea." Mrs Hudson suggested.
"Contrary to popular belief, Mrs Hudson, tea does not solve everything!"
"Maybe so John, but you should have some anyway.
John had calmed down a bit after he sat down with Mrs Hudson, and they talked about Molly.
"I think you should take her up on her offer." Mrs Hudson said.
"I don't need help."
"You may think that isolating yourself is the best thing to do, but it really isn't, John. You need company and friends. Otherwise you'll drown in your own thoughts."
"So you know what I need do you? You just know how I'm feeling now?"
"You're not the only one who's lost someone, you know." Mrs Hudson spoke softly.
Now John felt stupid. Of course, she'd lived longer than him, of course in that time someone she loved would ha
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
AerosolIt has been a day and a half since the crash, and I have found a cabin. In some ways, this is a relief. I don’t know if I could face another night on the mountain without shelter. Outside, a fire does no good: the heat simply travels upwards. However, this place also raises some difficult questions. I estimate that I’ve put eight miles between myself and the crash site. I don’t know if this will be enough. It Saving...
occurs to me that I don’t really know anything.
The survival manual recommends staying with the plane. It explains that this affords the best chance of rescue. It explains that the wreckage offers warmth and shade. It explains that seventy percent of pilots who stay are located within three days, while seventy percent of those who leave are
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