More Than Just a Game

More Than Just a Game

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(Pre fall) "Sherlock, did you buy any milk?" John asked. "No." Sherlock answered from the couch, not bothering to open his eyes. "Why not?" "Because I know that you would buy it if I didn't." He said with a wave of his hand "besides, we could just have water instead. there's a lot less fat in water than milk." "Sherlock your not fat." john groaned "your perfec-" john blushed at the words he had just let slip. "I'm what john?" Said Sherlock with a smirk on his lips Oh god those lips... stop it john he's your best friend and flat mate, not to mention a straight guy "perfectly normal" john corrected "Oh" the smirk vanished from sherlocks lips replaced by a grimace. don't be daft, john is straighter than a ruler. First fan-fiction ever. This story will be created by reader requests King_And_Lionheart made the fantastic cover and chose the title so thank you soo much XD Pleeeeees read me
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My addition to the fandom is out - and so is John. - In the year 1997, John Watson finds himself at an interview for a job he doesn't need, and then at the same location of a new university flatmate that he initially doesn't want. Meanwhile, Sherlock Holmes is trying to debunk the Scotland Yard's incorrect description of what is actually a group of mass-murders revolving around a small memory-wiping pill. Mr. Holmes needs an assistant, and Mr. Watson needs a companion. Little do either of them know how much they specifically need one another. [I wrote this when I was early in my teenage years. Keeping it up because you like it, but keep in mind it may be riddled with potentially less-than-decent content. Happy reading!]

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