Sherlock knows that he's like Moriarty. That's why, in his mind palace, he even took the time to chain him up, put him in a padded room, and put his in a stripe jacket.
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Yesterday brought the beginning.
Tomorrow brings the end.
And somewhere in the middle, we become the best of friends.
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At the grave scene John already is back to acting like a soldier. He stands up straight at the end of his visit and it almost looks like he was about to salute. That was because he was just one more nightmare away from going to back to the military.
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Roses are red.
Sherlock's blood is too.
"He's my friends! Let me through!"
Sherlock was gone.
John moved right on.
But his soul is not free.
From the memories that lurk
In 221B.
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Fanfiction"I know this is a bit stupid. But..... Happy Birthday Sherlock........... I know this was a waste of time...... Why would I say happy birthday to a grave?" -John Hamish Watson
