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Sherlock Before Christmas“John, John! You won’t believe where I’ve just been!” Sherlock’s voice boomed as the gangly skeleton threw himself up the stairs five at a time. He found his friend with a mouthful of stuffing trying to sew his right leg back together. Sighing Sherlock plucked the items from him and propped his rag tag friends leg on his thigh.Sherlock Before Christmas by Civil-War-Casualty
“Where have you been Sherlock?” John sighed, watching as Sherlock deftly stitched him back together.
“An entirely new world!” Sherlock giggled, he placed his knobby hands on John’s knees, clenching them in excitement. “It was called Christmas Town!”
“Mmhm.” John took a deep breath, and then smacked Sherlock so hard his head spun around. “Yes, thank you for disappearing and not telling anyone where you were! I have been worried sick, the whole town thinks you’ve been eaten or dismembered!” Sherlock righted his head and pouted.
“I was perfectly safe.”
Sherlock of AgesJohn chewed on the end of his pen absently. He was sitting at a bar waiting, hoping to get an interview with Sherlock Holmes. It was going to be his last show before he went solo, well before his band officially kicked him out. Sherlock was genius, he was also an incredible arse and a massive tease. Sherlock had gone through more men and women than there were at the bar tonight but he didn’t actually sleep with them. He was also rumored to be a drug addict. And John had a massive crush on him. Well, it was complicated, John loved the musician but had no respect for the man. Sherlock’s first record was John’s favourite possession, before he was famous and wrote the most amazing music. Tapping his fingers on his notebook, John looked around the bar at all the interesting and sometimes odd people gathered there. A commotion out of the corner of his eye caught his attention though and before he was even fully aware he’d left his seat to investigate. Slipping towardSherlock of Ages by Civil-War-Casualty
The Phantom of the Johnlock Ch. 5The second they got back to the Opera House Sherlock handed John over to Mrs. Hudson and sought out his brother and Greg. “We have all been blind, and yet the answer is staring us in the face! This could be the chance to ensnare our clever friend.”The Phantom of the Johnlock Ch. 5 by Civil-War-Casualty
“We’re listening!” Mycroft gestured demanding he get on with it.
“Go on!” Greg added.
“We shall play his game, perform his work but remember we hold the ace! For if John Watson sings, he is certain to attend.”
“We are certain the doors are barred!”
“We are certain the police are there!”
“We are certain they are armed!” Sherlock demanded eyes flashing.
“The curtain falls his reign will end!” Lestrade still had many ties to the police and Sherlock watched them all arrive before going to look for John. Far above the Opera House a lone figure wearing a stolen and then copied costume sabotaged the Opera House he had once called his home. Not that
Live and Let Die: Chapter 6BBC Sherlock/ The Hunger Games crossoverLive and Let Die: Chapter 6 by trajektoria
Chapter 6: Let me entertain you
Several hours later Sherlock found himself in an elevator going to the bottom level of the Remake Centre. Somehow he had survived the preparation stage and fitting the costume, but just barely. It had been very hard not to shout abuse at his incompetent stylist and her pathetic helpers. Still, under the circumstances Sherlock had remained shockingly nice and patient, keeping his mouth shut and letting his crew do their job in faint hope that they actually knew what they were doing. Now he regretted it bitterly.
He never felt so utterly idiotic in his entire life. The outfit he was forced to wear was atrocious. Granted, the long dark coat and navy blue scarf were quite okay, but the deerstalker on his head shattered brutally every attempt at making him look even remotely attractive. It didn't suit him at all. What was his stylist thinking while designing this abomination? Clearly, she wasn't thinking
Live and Let Die: Chapter 5BBC Sherlock/ The Hunger Games crossoverLive and Let Die: Chapter 5 by trajektoria
Chapter 5: Broken body built anew, spirit lingers - torn in two
Fingertips, tweezers, sponges maiming his soft and milky skin. Dabbing, plucking, stroking, scratching, rubbing, caressing, massaging. An endless torture. Sherlock closed his eyes shut tightly just to block the image of the three garish and disgusting figures that were dancing all around him. His prep team - a trio of fluorescent, babbling idiots with shrill, affected voices - were violating his body in every possible way. Sherlock stood completely naked in a sterile room, enduring patiently their efforts to make him meet Capitol's standards of beauty. He was motionless like a wax figure and his expression remained stony, but in his mind he was writhing in agony. Sherlock had always hated to be touched, it was repulsive. He felt dirty and tainted to the very core of his soul. A desperate howl was starting to form deep in his throat, but Sherlock grit his molars and decided to
Live and Let Die: Chapter 4BBC Sherlock/ The Hunger Games crossoverLive and Let Die: Chapter 4 by trajektoria
Chapter 4: Seven devils all around you
When Sally entered the compartment, the TV was already on. The recap of the reapings was about to start. Sherlock and Jim glanced at her briefly as she sat on the couch beside the other Tribute. The boy peered at her with distaste, twisting his lips in contempt, but the mentor seemed pleased. He liked it when the lamb put up a fight before being slaughtered. It was more fun that way.
The anthem blasted out like always and the presentation of the Tributes for the 74th Annual Hunger Games began. Sherlock leaned closer to the screen, his hands clasped under his chin and the look of utmost concentration on his face. He had two objectives in mind: make the first assessment of the other Tributes and determine who can potentially become his friend. The second task was far more difficult, but Sherlock had devoted a longer while to establish what characteristics he was searching for in his "friend". So above