Fill: Two Things (5/?)ganymeadOctober 29 2012, 14:19:21 UTC
11th August, 2011
At a loose end
I never know what to put in these entries anymore. I don't really have anything to write about, and I don't think any of you want a blow-by-blow replay of my shift at work. Not that I even have that anymore! So hey, if there's anyone out there that wants to hire a retired army solder who's pretty handy with a kitchen knife, I'm your man!
Not that I actually need a job anymore, apparently. Idiot Sherlock went and paid the rent for the next year. That's not really the point, though - I think I'll go crazy if I have to spend another day cooped up without anything to do. Hell, I'll even paint your house for you.
Oh, also, after the disaster of the last entry (no, seriously, would someone mind explaining? I have no idea what happened), I have to please ask readers to not bombard me like that again. I don't want to have to keep disabling comments because a few of you apparently can't keep it in your pants.
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LOL John didn't you know? You're famous! Harry Watson 11th August 14:16
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Fill: Two Things (6/?)ganymeadOctober 29 2012, 14:20:24 UTC
Two weeks later, he receives another email. This one contains barely anything of "actual substance," but John thinks that it's probably his favourite one so far (not that there were exactly many to hold a competition over, but that's entirely besides the point).
Sherlock Holmes sholmes@thescienceofdeduction.co.uk to me (25th Aug)
[If you have received this email, it means two things. One: I am dead. Two: you are not.]
The date is currently January 6th, 2011.
I take back what I said about rubbish birthday presents. A string of murders, all featuring chimeric humans? I don’t know why I doubted you at all.
SH
PS: It should hardly need to be said at this point, but these emails are queued to send exactly a fortnight apart. See you in two weeks, John. John laughs, recalling the case with ease. Chimera human: One human, two sets of DNA, already a nightmare on any normal day, only this case was closer to four humans with ten sets of DNA between them. John had been surprised it'd taken Lestrade as long as it had to call them in
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a hole in the heart (1/?) [warning for gore]ganymeadDecember 11 2012, 12:47:20 UTC
I'm really sorry this ended up a lot more fucked up than what I'd originally planned and it's probably not what you wanted at all (and it's also really shit haha) but it's half 3 in the morning here and I started writing this prompt the second I saw it three and a half hours ago and now that I'm done the only thing on my mind is to post it and sleep oh gosh
anyway have my sincere apologies and just in case you missed it in the title, WARNINGS for gore and character death and the fact that this is not a happy fic not at all not one bit (and also for the gratuitous song lyrics at the beginning there)
I just have to apologise profusely once more for what follows (though admittedly it was rather fun to write)
little angel, go away, come again some other day | the devil has my ear today, i'll never hear a word you say | promised i would find a little solace and some peace of mind | whatever just as long as i don't feel so-- Sherlock still has the blood on his hands
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At a loose end
I never know what to put in these entries anymore. I don't really have anything to write about, and I don't think any of you want a blow-by-blow replay of my shift at work. Not that I even have that anymore! So hey, if there's anyone out there that wants to hire a retired army solder who's pretty handy with a kitchen knife, I'm your man!
Not that I actually need a job anymore, apparently. Idiot Sherlock went and paid the rent for the next year. That's not really the point, though - I think I'll go crazy if I have to spend another day cooped up without anything to do. Hell, I'll even paint your house for you.
Oh, also, after the disaster of the last entry (no, seriously, would someone mind explaining? I have no idea what happened), I have to please ask readers to not bombard me like that again. I don't want to have to keep disabling comments because a few of you apparently can't keep it in your pants.
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LOL John didn't you know? You're famous!
Harry Watson 11th August 14:16 ( ... )
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Sherlock Holmes sholmes@thescienceofdeduction.co.uk
to me (25th Aug)
[If you have received this email, it means two things. One: I am dead. Two: you are not.]
The date is currently January 6th, 2011.
I take back what I said about rubbish birthday presents. A string of murders, all featuring chimeric humans? I don’t know why I doubted you at all.
SH
PS: It should hardly need to be said at this point, but these emails are queued to send exactly a fortnight apart. See you in two weeks, John.
John laughs, recalling the case with ease. Chimera human: One human, two sets of DNA, already a nightmare on any normal day, only this case was closer to four humans with ten sets of DNA between them. John had been surprised it'd taken Lestrade as long as it had to call them in ( ... )
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anyway have my sincere apologies and just in case you missed it in the title, WARNINGS for gore and character death and the fact that this is not a happy fic not at all not one bit (and also for the gratuitous song lyrics at the beginning there)
I just have to apologise profusely once more for what follows (though admittedly it was rather fun to write)
little angel, go away, come again some other day | the devil has my ear today, i'll never hear a word you say | promised i would find a little solace and some peace of mind | whatever just as long as i don't feel so--
Sherlock still has the blood on his hands ( ... )
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