Sherlock Holmes is detective.
*ahem* Excuse me, I mean, "The only consulting detective in the world," yes that seems about right...Anywho:
He's a downright genius, and can tell what you did at noon yesterday just by the shape of your shoe. Of course, you knew that already, didn't you? Look at you, the smart one! Well, this story that I'm going to tell has many ups, and many downs at that. Sherlock, and possibly his friend John Watson, shall journey on this ride of hills and valleys to discover the true 'lost deduction', which you may find heartbreaking, surprising, horrific, you know - things of that sort.
As of course, the tale told shall be focused on the one and only Holmes himself. (Sherlock I mean, not his vastly superior and intelligent brother, Mycroft.) Sorry, where was I? And yes of course, I, Mycro- I mean...a certain Mycroft Holmes will appear in this story, eventually (If it was any opinion of me, I think he should show up more often), along with many of your other favorite and hated characters.
If it ever feels as though you are being spoken to, forgive me. Sometimes a narrator tends to break the fourth wall.
This story is based highly off of the BBC show, "Sherlock", and has little, if any, correlation to the books (though I find them fascinating, give them a read). Johnlock, as people call it, will pop up, so if you are against that (which I might add is fascinating. I didn't think a person could ever be so dull), please back away now, preferably to another country so I don't have to deal with your, pardon me, lunacy.
Without further a do:
I present, "The Lost Deduction." Written by grumpyexe and, somewhat, narrated by...oh well, just get on with it.
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- Post Reichenbach Fall.
- Trigger Warnings will be at the beginning of the chapter if necessary.
- Explicit language
- Contains Johnlock, other ships may appear, who knows.
- Mystery/Thriller fanfiction
- Enjoy!
A Maybank and A Cameron? It's almost like a modern Romeo and Juliet. It's forbidden for them to be together. Could be the end of the world.
The stolen glances, the hidden feelings, the unspoken words, the secret meetings and the obvious hatred towards each other followed by constant conflicts and some hidden past that threatened them but there are always invisible strings tied and pulling them together no matter how hard the tides trying to pull and part them away from each other.