Into the unknown- A Sherlock x OC story

Into the unknown- A Sherlock x OC story

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Kate didn't know where she would be heading in her life, nor did she know or expect who she would meet along the way. Her life was never calm and slow and that's just how she liked it. She liked living on the edge. She liked to feel the adrenalin pumping through her veins, the thrill of the chase. So when she meets another person who has the same outlook on life, she feels compelled to join him and his companion on their daring and dangerous quests. On their most difficult journey yet, they face loss, heartbreak and enemies soo bloodthirsty that they begin to question their own sanity. Join Kate and her companions on a breath-taking and blood-pumping adventure into the unknown (As always I own nothing but my character and the plot. Everything else belongs to the BBC)
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Připoj se k největší komunitě vypravěčůZískej personalizovaná doporučení příběhů, ukládej si oblíbené do své knihovny a komentováním i hlasováním buduj komunitu.
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[Sherlock x Female OC] The thing is, there is an empty, gaping hole at the base of John's throat where his overwhelming guilt and periodic bouts of torturous grief used to be. It would be so easy to... to be angry and punch a hole through the wall, through the foam of his pillow -- drive his fist through Sherlock's heart. But he remembers; in the most tragic and inopportune of fashion, remembers how angry he had been when Sherlock had jumped, how furious he had been at his funeral, and how it hadn't stopped him from breaking down at his grave nonetheless. The thing about his anger is this: it does nothing but leave him behind in the end, a bundle of nerves and frailty in his bones and an unsteady sway to his gait. It does nothing at all, but reduce marginally the constant, suffocating oppressiveness of his days bleeding into one another with a burst of adrenaline. The thing about his anger is this: it doesn't give him back Sherlock. So he gets a new flatmate- a woman named Holland. They were great friends at school and in fear he would be lonely again after Sherlock died he started to meet up with her, and soon, she moved in with him. They're just friends, though. No one could have a bond with John like Sherlock did. Sherlock was his best friend. But then Sherlock returns, and John is more furious than ever at him. Also, Sherlock and Holland seem to bond quite well, which is something Sherlock finds too complicated to explain itself.

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