8 Recent Deviations
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Name's Holmes. Sherlock Holmes
Sherlock tugged at his bowtie. His neck felt oddly exposed and he itched to pop his collar but John slapped his hand away,
"Sherlock, you're my Best Man and you are going to wear that suit properly, whether you like it or not"
Sherlock growled. This was not what he wanted. Sarah, stupid Sarah. Why her? Why go for the daft, normal girl when the wonderful and enigmatic Sherlock Holmes stood behind her?
Sherlock leaned forward to tap the limo driver's shoulder,
"How much farther?" he demanded
The limo driver turned to face Sherlock and Sherlock jumped: it was the crazy old taxi driver!
"'Ello, Sherlock 'Olmes"
Jeff Hope took a gun out of his pocket and pointed it at Sherlock but Sherlock was too fast. He grabbed the gun and threw it out the window. He leapt on top of Hope and they grappled with each other for a moment before Sherlock threw him out the door. Jeff Hope fell through the air towards the ground, which was 50,000 feet below them. Sherlock looked back at John and saw he was stra
"Sherlock, what the hell do you think you're playing at?" John asked, rushing down the stairs to the living room, where Sherlock lounged on the couch, a devilish look in his eyes.
"Mrs. Hudson would have a fit if you exploded anything in here and I'll kill you if you do." John threatened.
"Oh, come now, John," Sherlock said with a touch of innocence. "Am I really capable of such a thing?"
John snorted. "Just keep your hands off of my beer, okay? If you're going to wreck anything, make sure it's nothing of mine."
"Fine," Sherlock said, smiling complacently.
"Great," John said with a nod. "I'm going out. I want to rent some James Bond for us to watch. Stay put," he ordered. "I don't want you running off on some case that I know you don't have. We're watching these films," he said firmly.
"Okay." There was a dramatic sigh as Sherlock reclined on the couch, tucking his arm behind his head. "Are you sure you trust me to stay here alone in the flat? I could cause damage."
John Watson rushed downstairs to the kitchen, surprised by the sudden pop. "What the HELL are you doing now!" Beer was splattered all over the walls, a crushed beer can on the floor. Sherlock stood in front of the beer can; his eyes squinted, the Alcoholic beverage dripping from his face. "Hello John," He said, sputtering to keep the drink out of his mouth, "I've figured out what temperature I'd need to blow up one of your beer cans. John was searing with rage. Through clenched teeth he hissed, "Oh? And how much is that?" Sherlock grinned. "I forgot." John was yelling now, "WHAT?!? You'r Sherlock Holmes!! You don't FORGET THINGS!" Sherlock responded "I deleted it." As soon as Sherlock stopped speaking, Mrs. Hudson entered the room, stared for about 3 seconds, turned around, and walked out muttering "This is going on your rent"
John and Sherlock together managed to clean the mess in one hour, wich afterwords, Mr. Holmes Walked over to the couch, Laid back, and loudly comme
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