Sealing the BondWe are brothers now
I hope one day you'll see why
I chose you, Sherlock
John, I once believed
That I was better alone
I needed no one
It's not just me, though
People do care about you
Yes, even Mycroft
I shunned sentiment
The Work was more important
Could I have been wrong?
We are family
No, not by blood, but by bond
I'm glad you said 'yes'
I now realize
That we've always been brothers
I just didn't know it
Please sign these papers
It may seem foolish to some
But it's real to us
Not by BloodToday, John thought, things are going to change. For good or bad, he wasn't sure. Yet.
This was something he'd been considering for quite some time. And now, after careful planning and preparation, he was ready to bring it to fruition.
John had everything prepped and ready to go. He turned on the printer, opened his laptop, clicked on Document, and then...he hesitated. To be honest, the whole thing was absolutely ridiculous. It was probably the most absurd notion he'd ever had in his life. He could only imagine how Sherlock would react when he saw it.
Perhaps this wasn't such a good idea, after all.
With that, John began to type.
Clutching the freshly printed papers, John straightened his shoulders, marched into the kitchen and stood in front of the table.
The man in question was studying a gelatinous substance under his microscope. He failed to acknowledge John.
Fortunately, he knew exactly how to handle it.
"We have a case!"
Sherlock nearly knoc
Stronger Than Time - Sherlock Holmes pasticheI am Sherlock,
One who's Holmes, man,
And you know that I am yet another mess,
Returning's taken again,
You know better than me about that plan.
I am not following those
Who want fashion to rule me, mainly just because
I've never lived or died.
Game's on, informed hereby!
All my weapons are my memory and logic,
All my feelings are cold-bloodedness and "so geek".
Aren't you tired of all things stereotypic?
And I am, despite being on high peak!
Because I am more than just words and pages,
I have been nor dead nor alive for ages,
So that means there is a secret
Which keeps me there... To all your regret,
I am made o-o-o-o-of
Love of sibling style,
Love of outer space,
Love shown in the hardest moments,
One which spares you with deep trace.
He said I have big head
And even bigger heart,
But it's not about inside,
It's about YOUR own part.
All that matters is cold mind and right deduction,
Telling items which prevent the mass destruction,
Outside it should be interesting. I
A New Beginning''Sherlock?''
Was someone calling him? It sounded like John, but how could that be, he was right beside him...
The scent of the pungent salt air suddenly dissipated, replaced by a familiar antiseptic odor. Everything vanished.
''Please wake up.''
Had he been asleep? He didn't think so.
''Yes, that's it, open your eyes, Sherlock...''
Irritated, Sherlock briefly considered ignoring the admonition, but John sounded so desperate he just couldn't refuse.
A blurry shape coalesced into his best friend, who gave him a relieved smile. ''Thank God you're okay.''
Sherlock felt strangely off-kilter. Why was he in hospital? Why did John look so...different?
And then he remembered.
Concerned, John asked, ''Sherlock, are you all right?"
Sherlock squeezed his eyes shut, and nodded. ''Fine,'' he croaked. He gratefully took the cup of water John handed him, and then asked, ''What happened?''
''Apparently, you had an adverse reaction to the...fog, or whatever it i
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