Play Our Little Game

Play Our Little Game

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Fanfic
Sherlock
Jennifer Watson is a short 15 year old female with a wavy, blond bob. She's a popular girl with a "perfect" family, perfect reputation. She spends most of her time hanging around popular kids to win the approval of her parents. But, really, those amoeba-brained children bore her. Charlotte Holmes is a tall 13 year old Junior (due to her high I. Q. levels) with long, raven black hair and perfect curls. Her parents worry constantly about her, but nothing they do stops her from lunging into the scene of trouble. She does whatever makes her happy and doesn't give a flying flapjack about what others think. ~*~ This is my entry for the slash fic contest! It's a fem!Johnlock (from BBC's Sherlock) about the comparison of anti-LGBT families and ones that support LGBT. Please enjoy this to-be tear jerking drama :P
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"How are you dealing with your Philophobia?" Sherlock asked, completely ignoring John, who looked more confused as ever. "You haven't forgotten about that, have you?" Minerva smiled at him. Nine years ago she had met him and already knew something was special about him. His deduction skills were something she'd never seen before and yet he still remebered her fear of falling in love. "I'm doing fine, Sherlock. How about you?" Sherlock knew what she was hinting at. He had learned that Minerva was a master at reading peoples emotions within seconds. She must have seen the love in his eyes. He recalled her saying: "A look into someones eyes, for even just a second, is enough for me to know exactly what their feeling." Knowing he would lie to her, Sherlock answered: "I'm doing well." "I'm sorry, but what the bloody hell is going on?" John inquired. A little piece from my story. This Fanfic contains Johnlock, two of my Oc's and lots of mysteries. Be prepaaaaaareeeed. *vibes to Be prepared* Bye

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