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1:04
Stop that.
SH
1:04
Why are you texting me?
JW
1:05
You're thinking. It's distracting.
SH
1:06
And you can't just tell me? I'm right here.
JW
1:06
True. But given the nature of your thoughts I doubt you would appreciate me saying anything aloud.
SH
1:07
That's unusually considerate of you.
JW
1:07
Not really. You simply become difficult when you're embarrassed.
SH
1:08
And what makes you think the nature of my thoughts are embarrassing?
JW
1:08
Well I doubt low lighting is responsible for your pupil dilation.
SH
1:09
I can't help it that you're sexy when you're deducing stuff.
JW
1:09
You think I'm sexy?
SH
1:10
I do and you know it.
JW
1:10
True. Still nice to hear.
SH
1:11
Pompous git.
JW
1:12
Is that anyway to speak to your Exception?
SH
1:13
Yes.
JW
1:13
Lestrade is giving us weird looks.
JW
1:14
Of course he is. We're texting each other despite the fact that we're within earshot.
SH
1:14
Maybe we should stop.
JW
1:15
Why? I'm enjoying this.
SH
1:15
You're here to solve a crime not antagonize Lestrade.
JW
1:16
I'm multi-tasking.
SH
1:18
He just called us love-birds!
SH
1:18
I heard him.
JW
1:19
It's insulting!
SH
1:20
I agree. That's why I'm stopping now.
JW
1:20
Fine
SH
1:25
John you have really got to stop thinking!
SH
1:25
I can't.
JW
1:26
I've witnessed plenty of occasions when you aren't thinking.
SH
1:27
Contrary to your opinion I never stop thinking. Unless I'm sleeping of course.
JW
1:27
So you're cognitive function is simply that slow?
SH
1:28
Would you just drop this?
JW
1:28
Only if you control your thoughts.
SH
1:29
Not my fault you're bloody gorgeous.
JW
1:30
Not my fault either.
SH
1:30
True. But you flaunt it.
JW
1:31
Flaunt it?!
SH
1:32
Yep.
JW
1:32
I don't do that.
SH
1:33
Yeah you do.
JW
1:33
How?
SH
1:34
Skin tight shirts. Perfectly tailored pants.
JW
1:35
They're what I'm comfortable in.
SH
1:35
And of course you have to wear dark color so they contrast with your porcelain skin.
JW
1:36
I simply prefer dark colors.
SH
1:37
Right.
JW
1:38
Though I suppose if my clothes are so distracting I could simply remove them.
SH
1:38
You're really not helping.
JW
1:39
I know. But it's amusing to see you blush.
SH
1:39
I thought you needed to focus so you can solve the crime.
JW
1:40
Already have.
SH
Stop that.
SH
1:04
Why are you texting me?
JW
1:05
You're thinking. It's distracting.
SH
1:06
And you can't just tell me? I'm right here.
JW
1:06
True. But given the nature of your thoughts I doubt you would appreciate me saying anything aloud.
SH
1:07
That's unusually considerate of you.
JW
1:07
Not really. You simply become difficult when you're embarrassed.
SH
1:08
And what makes you think the nature of my thoughts are embarrassing?
JW
1:08
Well I doubt low lighting is responsible for your pupil dilation.
SH
1:09
I can't help it that you're sexy when you're deducing stuff.
JW
1:09
You think I'm sexy?
SH
1:10
I do and you know it.
JW
1:10
True. Still nice to hear.
SH
1:11
Pompous git.
JW
1:12
Is that anyway to speak to your Exception?
SH
1:13
Yes.
JW
1:13
Lestrade is giving us weird looks.
JW
1:14
Of course he is. We're texting each other despite the fact that we're within earshot.
SH
1:14
Maybe we should stop.
JW
1:15
Why? I'm enjoying this.
SH
1:15
You're here to solve a crime not antagonize Lestrade.
JW
1:16
I'm multi-tasking.
SH
1:18
He just called us love-birds!
SH
1:18
I heard him.
JW
1:19
It's insulting!
SH
1:20
I agree. That's why I'm stopping now.
JW
1:20
Fine
SH
1:25
John you have really got to stop thinking!
SH
1:25
I can't.
JW
1:26
I've witnessed plenty of occasions when you aren't thinking.
SH
1:27
Contrary to your opinion I never stop thinking. Unless I'm sleeping of course.
JW
1:27
So you're cognitive function is simply that slow?
SH
1:28
Would you just drop this?
JW
1:28
Only if you control your thoughts.
SH
1:29
Not my fault you're bloody gorgeous.
JW
1:30
Not my fault either.
SH
1:30
True. But you flaunt it.
JW
1:31
Flaunt it?!
SH
1:32
Yep.
JW
1:32
I don't do that.
SH
1:33
Yeah you do.
JW
1:33
How?
SH
1:34
Skin tight shirts. Perfectly tailored pants.
JW
1:35
They're what I'm comfortable in.
SH
1:35
And of course you have to wear dark color so they contrast with your porcelain skin.
JW
1:36
I simply prefer dark colors.
SH
1:37
Right.
JW
1:38
Though I suppose if my clothes are so distracting I could simply remove them.
SH
1:38
You're really not helping.
JW
1:39
I know. But it's amusing to see you blush.
SH
1:39
I thought you needed to focus so you can solve the crime.
JW
1:40
Already have.
SH
Literature
Comfort
"John, it's okay, it's alright now."
"NOW IT'S NOT! It is not okay!"
I had never seen John so scared, so angry, so out of control. It frightened me. He was always calm, held himself back, always in control. But he wasn't as I watched him. He breathed rapidly and shallow, I could practically see his heart pounding away in his chest. He was scared stiff by what he had seen, even if it wasn't real.
"Okay John, you need to calm down," I soothed.
"NO! I just
ARGH!" John yelled. He was falling apart right in front me. I needed to comfort him somehow, I just didn't know how. Feelings isn't something I know a great deal of, they'd become eve
Literature
On Your Mind.
I quickened my pace to keep up with Sherlock, who never really seemed to pay attention to the fact that I was almost exhausted by the time we came home. Of course, I'd never say anything about that, because there will, undoubtedly, be coming a mordant remark my way. I was quite a bit smaller than him, as he had very long legs and, well, he was tall. His long, black, familiar coat danced around his legs. We were walking back home from the crime scene of our last case, and since we didn't have money on us, neither of us, we decided to walk home. It was quite a long walk.
"Come on, John. You're a bit slow today. What's on your mind?" He called
Literature
Welcome Home - Johnlock.
Sherlock picked up his phone, and typed, 'John. I'm sorry. SH'. His fingers were shaking as he pressed send.
John sat up straight, he had just dozed off in the living room after watching the News, and the buzzing of his phone in his pocket had made him jump, he unlocked his mobile phone and looked at the text.
His eyes filled with tears and took a few moments to take in the fact that his one wish could have come true. 'Sherlock. You're alive? -JW' he replied.
A few moments later, he received another message, 'That is irrelevant. You need to come pick me up. SH'
'Irrelevant?! But... Ugh. Where are you, Sherlock? JW."
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Another text-fic. This one might be a tad confusing – but hopefully not too bad. Basically they are at a crime scene and texting each other. Lestrade is getting miffed over it –but of course they just ignore him. Feel free to enhance the story with your imagination by picturing the other agent's reactions – I couldn't figure out a way to work it into the story.
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