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!
You and John Watson were old flames back in your high school year. Thankfully, when you broke up, you still remained friends. That was, until the year of the war came around. While John went to war, you began to tend to your dying sister, who you knew only had a few more years. John and you kept in touch, but the letters started to get more and more infrequent as the war began to get more and more brutal.
After your sister died, you moved to London, hoping for a fresh start and to eliminate any memories of your her. The next thing you know, three people get murdered right before your eyes, and guess who shows up to inspect? John Watson. And his friend, Sherlock Holmes.
You took a liking to Sherlock, despite his arrogance and sociopathic tendencies, and you slowly begin to see his feelings that he hides underneath his shell.
When he sees how clever you are, Sherlock also takes a liking to you, but tries his hardest to hide it. He knows that sentiment is a chemical defect found on the losing side.
Now you, Sherlock and John Watson are solving cases together, but what happens when the person you fear most shows up and starts to torment John and Sherlock.