There Were Three - Sherlock BBC

There Were Three - Sherlock BBC

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Acción y Suspenso
Freya Alexandra moved to London in hopes of adventure and excitement. Hailing from Bristol, she lived in the forestry on the empty side of the Clifton Suspension Bridge, opposite of the city that was decorated with flats and houses almost as if they were walls. She's not entirely smart, nor quick witted; but pieces of her love watching and observing -- which is another reason why she moved. Freya wanted to watch and observe how the city of London worked; how they thrived and lived and prospered. However, what she didn't expect was to run into a former army doctor and consulting detective, which would change her life. Whether it was for better or for worse will be unraveled soon.
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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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