It's been years now, but at times he still feels like he could not possibly belong to this. {A collection of drabbles and one-shots - some short and some long - as a (kind of) sequel to my book "If You Love Me, Get Clean"}
"And you're twenty three, unemployed, smoke a packet of cigarettes a day, shoot up every other evening, and in a relationship with your childhood best friend," she moves her hand blocking the sun from her eyes to raise an eyebrow at him. "What might that say about you?" He huffs, rolling onto his back. "That last poin...
It's Not Real - Book II At first Evelyn had been skeptical about moving, worried Sherlock might struggle with the change and end up spending all his time at 221B while she and their children lived separately, but she couldn't have been more wrong.
"I need a favour." "Do come in, Sherlock, of course I'm happy to see you, anything I can help you with?" "Yes. I just said, I need a favour." "I was being sarcastic." "Really? Well, I still need a favour. Will you help?" "I don't even know what you want." "I need you to be my girlfriend." {fake dating fic - we pretty...
"Don't forbid yourself from having this. She's good for you." Sherlock pursed his lips. "I know, but I'm not good for her." "You'll never know unless you try." -- This will have a slight canon divergence. I will be changing aspects of series four while also trying to keep it as similar as possible.