Il referma sa bouche, puis partit en courant. Je ne me donnai plus longtemps à vivre. J'entendis la voix de Sherlock, il était au bout de la ruelle. Je montais discrètement dans un cab. Mon sang tâchait la banquette noire. Ma main droite essayait de minimiser l'hémorragie. Cinq minutes plus tard, j'entrais à Baker Street. Mme Hudson était montée se coucher.
12 days, 5 hours, 22 minutes. That's how long it's been since John saw his best friend falling to his death. The phone call with the final goodbye, his best friend's last words… Goodbye John. John can't handle his grief and in a rage he tries to rid the flat of everything Sherlock. He finds a box that no one has touched in a long time. TW drugs, alcohol, suicide.
A person might keep some relics with him to remember the past. Some keep relics because that is all they have.
Holmes has been avoiding Watson for the past two years after one curt, brusque meeting in which he tell Watson not to call on anymore. But Watson begs Holmes for one last visit to tell him... that he may have lung cancer. Any reviews are much appreciated. No slash.
Holmes makes a terrible miscalculation. "It doesn't matter what happens to me. Anything is worth this look on your face, right now." Written for Watson's Woes JWP practice prompt: Cliffhanger
What do you do when the person you love more than anything in the world is sick and dying and there's nothing you can do? What can you do at all? CHARACTER DEATH. WARNING. Also kind of slashy. Don't like it, don't read it
Watson is injured in a mission gone wrong. Surely Holmes knows that the best course of action would be to leave him and find someone else? A "A STUDY IN EMERALD" fic, with consideration for the fandom-blind.
No one's ever gonna love you like I do.
A poem I once wrote inspired from one of my favourite Sherlock Holmes stories.
Sherlock Holmes was supposed to be the genius, he knew everything about anything from a single glance. But he had been so busy being clever, that he had not seen Professor Moriarty's Swiss Messenger for what it really was; a last chance to get Watson out of harm's way before the final confrontation. But it was too late now, Dr. John Watson was dead, never to return.