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Still I Fly |Sherlock/Maximum Ride|

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Reads 2,469
Votes 128
Parts 15
Time 3h 34m

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"Sentiment is a chemical defect found on the losing side." 

Sherlock lived by this quote; Refusing to open his heart to anyone else. 

It is interesting how finding a injured girl in your bed could completely change this.

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Takes place after the Hounds of Baskerville. 

I do not own Sherlock or Maximum Ride. I own Leona.All Rights Reserved

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