snowwhite and the doctor (sequel, Johnlock)About two to three hours were passed by but John was still not there. Sherlock sat in his chair, thinking about what had happened. What did John say?"I have had a crush on you since we met and all you can do is fool me? It's no surprise no one likes you!"Sherlock sighed and shook his head. His flatmate, John Watson, the guy who claimed everyday that he wasn't gay, had a crush on him? That couldn't be. But then he remembered the kiss. John had been the one who kissed Sherlock, not the other way. Whatever, Sherlock thought. He was sure, that John would come back soon. If not, he probably would stay at Sarah's, because every time when they had a dispute, the doctor ran to Sarah. That meant, that Sherlock hadn't to worry about John, but he still did.The detective sighed again, rose from his chair and looked out of the window. Dark clouds were hiding the starry sky and Sherlock knew there would be a snowstorm soon. Of course John would be back before the storm, except he would sta
all because of one sheet (Johnlock)"John?""Mhm?" John looked up from his laptop and raised one eyebrow at his flatmate. "What i-..." He blinked and tried not to concentrate on the completely naked detective in front of him. "Sherlock? What the hell are you doing?""I can't find my sheet.""Put on some clothes!" John stared at his laptop, he didn't dare to look up again, even as Sherlock was laughing."I just wanted to ask you, if you have seen my sheet somewhere. But as a result of your reaction I deduce that you haven't. You are ashamed to see your flatmate naked, or possibly like it, because you blushed and you can hardly keep yourself from looking at me again.""Would you please shut up, Sherlock?""I'm right, am I not?""Damn, no, Sherlock! You aren't right! And I don't like this experiment very much! I'm begging you, put on some clothes!""Why do you think it's an experiment, John? I'm just looking for my sheet, but I can't find it. Maybe Mrs. Hudson put it away...""Yeah, maybe." John grumbled. "Go and ask her!"
i like to tell you a story . . ."Did you ever kill somebody?"Two little kids were starring at their grandfather, who suddenly asked this strange question. The twins shook their heads at the same time and said simultaneously: "No, granny, never!""Yeah, that's right, isn't it? You'd never kill somebody, because you are good kids. Aren't you?" The old man had a little bit of a strange smile in his face, but that's like his grandchildren knew him. A little bit strange, but always loved."Yes, granny!" Again the little kids, both six years old, said that at the same time. Then they looked at each other, smirking. The old man laughed, they children turned their heads and looked at their grandfather again."I believe you, my little doves. But I like to tell you a story. It's not a tale; it's a true story about a young man
not as young as you, but also an innocent little boy. Just a little strange, almost always laughing, he never seemed sad. But
that's just like he grown up. As he became older, he and his life