A/N: sorry I haven't written for two days, I have been busy sleeping and eating since half term begun for me.. I promise I'll pay more attention to this when I have downtime after college work and going to work :))
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Sherlock's POV:
I hung back, watching John enter our home on Baker Street so that I could admire my home I was sure to have lost when something in my periferal vision gained my attention. John was already in conversation with Mrs Hudson but I had noticed that John must have shrunk his jeans in the wash, they hugged his botto-
WHAT am I thinking? This is JOHN. My flat share who is coincedentally, straight. The thought of being sent to Europe and certain death had definatley changed my perception of John, I really need to control myself... John would never be intersted in someone like myself, even if he was gay, or bisexual. I know he cares for my well being, but surely thats common courtesy for flat mates? After all we British are nothing if not 'proper.' Well I cannot speak for myself and my sociopathic tendancies.
I found myself in a sudden embrace which brought me back into reality. I recognised the scent immediatley before looking down. Mrs Hudson. She was smiling up at me "Oh Sherlock, I thought we'd never see you again dear! Come, I'll make you some tea and you can tell me all about it!" She started make her way to her kitchen before turning again "How lovely it'll be to have you here again dear!" Mrs Hudson departed. We made our way up the stairs to our flat, I couldn't help but ascend them slowly, running my fingertips over the bumpy wallpaper and inhaling the familiar scent of home. I pushed past John ignoring his muffled complaints to open the door to our flat. I strode to the one place I have spent much of my time in over the years, and the one spot I would never want to leave ever again.
My Chair.
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Eastern Winds (JohnLock)
FanfictionSherlock had a lucky escape after Mycroft summoned his brother back to England since Moriarty has returned. The only thing Sherlock has been able to think about is not about Moriarty but his blogger, John Watson.
