Hyper-Baka-Girl

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No matter how hard Sherlock tried, he couldn't find any evidence to support John's innocence. In fact, he had found more evidence against John. The detective let out an almost inhuman noise of frustration and fell to the lounge, startled when his phone bleeped at him. He check his text with mild interest, until he realised it was from Lestrade. Let's do something reckless. -GL Sherlock vaguely wondered what the 'G' stood for, but immediately cast that thought aside as unimportant. It took him less than a second to type in his reply. For once, you have obtained my full attention. -SH Sherlock's phone bleeped again. It's about John. Illega

"But how – " "Stop asking questions, Lestrade. You're lowering the IQ of the entire bar." Lestrade proudly wore a shit-eating grin. "He's intrigued you. This.. this John Hamish Watson – he's got you baffled. By God, this man is a miracle!" "You seem to have forgotten, Lestrade, that the man is currently being accused for having killed his ex-wife." Lestrade looked crest-fallen. "I don't believe he's guilty." Sherlock looked at his untouched pint and said nothing for a long while. "Neither do I." Lestrade looked shocked at that. "You think he's innocent? Why?" "I.. don't know. I have no proof." "Oh God." Sherlock scoffed. "N

Sherlock Holmes had always been a curious child. To his parents and teachers alike, he was known as the 'why' child. Sherlock didn't mind, because that meant he knew quite a lot more than the other children did. He liked being smarter than the others. It meant he was special. Growing up, Sherlock questioned more than just as to why the leaves were a certain colour or why Mrs. Bangladesh had an affair with Mr. Roberts. He began questioning more serious things like the need for love to exist and as to why no one wanted to be his friend. Despite having no one want to be with him, Sherlock was never lonely. His mind was always with him, remindin

If John wasn't currently in serious danger of having acid splashed onto him, he would have laughed at the sheer terror in Sherlock's eyes. For what John could imagine to be the first time in his life, Sherlock looked absolutely lost and afraid. Now, one would say that John was being harsh and possibly overly sadistic, but John found it so amusing because Sherlock could do nothing about it but try to keep that big god-damned mouth of his closed. Yes, readership. Sherlock Always-has-to-have-the-last-word Holmes lost his bloody voice. Oh, it was Christmas! John chuckled and yelped when a rather hard pillow was thrown into his face. "Jesus, oka

Slightly chapped, rose pink lips stretched over polished ivory teeth. They gleamed impossibly white against those lips that seemed like a young, natural blush. Marble skin flushed with a modest crimson, a glistening mirth bringing light into those warm, blue-grey eyes. A deep, baritone chuckle reached John's ears. The said man melted into the melody-like sound. John couldn't help but love it when Sherlock smiled. "Oh John, I wonder what it feels like to be so simple. Tell me, when was the last time you were distracted by something shiny?" He just hated what came afterwards. "Shove it, Sherlock." John hissed, glowering as he took a sip of h

Aayan Dorothy Holmes always knew that she was different. Her Dad had told her that different wasn't a bad thing and that he married a sociopath for goodness' sake. She would always smile when Father got that look in his calculating grey eyes, daring John to continue. However, she sometimes couldn't help but think that it was just bad luck that she had such a brilliant family and such a magical mind. It was a curse just as much as it was a gift. Kids had always teased her for having two father's, her family seemed unreasonable to them. Father was also eccentric in his ways, often conducting experiments that Aayan would later boast about, the

John envied those who were insane. Insanity was an oblivious bliss. You could laugh at things that hurt you because you didn't realise they hurt you. You didn't know if it was right or wrong, and you didn't care if anyone else did. Today, insanity would be welcomed. Many had envied John for his sanity, but he didn't. He refused to. Insanity was a wonderful escape from reality. John had no such thing. He had to be aware as every one of his friends were shot down before him. He was aware when he found Harriet doing everything in her power to destroy herself. He was aware when Sherlock had jumped from the building and died. John was more than