Second Meeting Chapter 6 by CorprallFrond, literature
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Second Meeting Chapter 6
Sherlock set a brisk pace down the street with John trailing slightly behind him. Sherlock slipped his hands into his pockets warming his chilled hands. He walked enjoying the cold London air against his face. It felt refreshing and made his thick coat all the more necessary and comfortable. John limped quickly to match Sherlock's long strides. He would have to fix that leg for him, he thought to himself discreetly slowing his pace. He knew John wouldn't want his pity, and Sherlock had no intention of pitying the man. There was no reason to.
"Where are we going?" John asked looking around.
"Northumberland Street a five-minute walk for here.
Second Meeting Chapter 5 by CorprallFrond, literature
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Second Meeting Chapter 5
Sherlock heard the steps on the stairs followed by the door opening. Sherlock could easily hear the heavy limp in John's step. Sherlock would have to fix that for him. Sherlock struggled with the urge to open his eyes.
"What are you doing?" John asked.
"Nicotine patch. Helps me think. Impossible to sustain a smoking habit in London these days." Sherlock huffed."Bad news for brain work."
"Good news for breathing." John countered.
"Oh...breathing! Breathing's boring." Sherlock groaned, but he was just happy for someone to converse with besides a skull.
"Is that..three patches?" Sherlock could hear the mixed anger and worry in his voice. Th
Second Meeting Chapter 4 by CorprallFrond, literature
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Second Meeting Chapter 4
John sighed limping outside. He couldn't believe the way Sherlock's 'colleagues' treated him. Sherlock was a genius, not to mention a person. He deserved to be treated as much. John was still surprised to have met his old friend. it had been the last thing he had expected when Mike had led him down those halls. He was worried that things would be awkward after...the last time they had seen each other, but it seemed fine. He looked around, but as he expected Sherlock was nowhere in sight. Even if he had waited for him John would have slowed Sherlock down with his leg. John knew that wouldn't sit well with his old friend.
"He's gone." John tur
Second Meeting Chapter 3 by CorprallFrond, literature
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Second Meeting Chapter 3
John sat next to him in the cab. He kept looking over at Sherlock then looking away. Sherlock sighed and turned to his friend.
"OK, you've got questions..." Sherlock stated.
"Yeah, where are we going?"
"Crime scene. Next?"
"What do you do?" John asked.
"What do you think?" Sherlock quizzed.
"I'd say... private detective."
"But...?" Sherlock prompted.
"But the police don't go to private detectives." Sherlock smiled. John had always been smart.
"I'm a consulting detective. Only one in the world. I invented the job." Sherlock said proudly.
"What does that mean?" John frowned.
"It means when the police are out of their depth, which is
Second Meeting Chapter 2 by CorprallFrond, literature
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Second Meeting Chapter 2
Sherlock shifted nervously in the back of the cab. He could see John stand on the sidewalk, and quickly jumped out of the cab throwing the man his money.
"Hello."
"Ah- Sherlock. Well this is a prime spot. Must be expensive. What do you do now?"
"Mrs. Hudson the landlady- she's given me a special deal. Owes me a favor. A few years earlier her husband got himself sentenced to dead in Florida. I was able to help out." Sherlock replied cryptically. John looked at him.
"Sorry, you stopped her husband being executed?" John asked. Sherlock looked back at him smirking as he rang the doorbell.
"Oh, no, I ensured it." John didn't have the chance t
Sherlock glanced up at the man walking in with that Stamford idiot. He was short with blonde hair. He had a dark tan and a psychosomatic limp. Obviously just back from Afghanistan or Iraq, doctor from his comment. Sherlock worked through his deductions in moments, but the thing that perplexed Sherlock was the look on the doctor's face when Sherlock looked up.
"Mike, can I borrow your phone? There's no signal on mine." He glanced up.
"And what's wrong with the landline?" Mike said not wanting Sherlock to get hold of his phone. Who knew what he could find out.
"I prefer to text." Sherlock said.
"Sorry, it's in my coat." No it wasn't. He jus
I see you there sitting all by yourself,
and I want to tell you it is okay,
not to worry though I don't believe it myself,
but instead I'll sit and by your side and stay.
I care for you so much my dearest friend,
I don't have words to say so I'll just sit,
remember there's always hope in the end,
so we sit in silence and we both just fit.
A King of Words with nothing to say,
I work best with paper rather than life,
For you I'll try and sit out in the cool day,
For I know for me you would make the same strife.
I know my company doesn't do much,
But I hope at least I can act as a crutch.
Dean Has A Nice Posterior, Cas Doesn't Understand by CorprallFrond, literature
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Dean Has A Nice Posterior, Cas Doesn't Understand
Cas was totally not staring at Dean Winchester's ass. Absolutely not...Well maybe a little. Castiel's eye trailed after the other boy's posterior as he walked past his chair. Dean Winchester had a very nice rear, and Castiel could appreciate that. it didn't mean anything. It wasn't like he actually liked him. Okay so he did. But Castiel was perfectly happy with admiring Dean from afar.
"Awwww...Cassie." Balthazar leaned over in his chair into Cas's ear. "Is somebody checking out Winchester's ass. Does little Castiel want the d?" The boy frowned turning around to face his friend.
"No. Actually, I get straight A's." Castiel said cocking in co
"Dame it Cas! You need a bath!"
"Dean! No Dean! HELP!" Dean struggled with his arms around the angel as he squirmed kicking at Dean to let go, but the Hunter kept his hold.
"Cas! It's just water!" Suddenly there was a pair of large black wings trying to bat him away. Dean nearly lost his grip, but somehow he managed to haul the half frantic angel over his shoulder. Friggen angel! Who knew they were like fucking cats with water?
"A little help here Sammy?" The hunter shot a look at his little brother, who was sitting at the table, laptop open, wiping tears from his eyes as he laughed.
"Don't look at me, man. He's your boyfriend."
Dean gru
I feel empty,
As though I was hollowed out with a dull spoon,
I look at those around me and watch them smile,
I wonder what they think, feel,
The stone of apathy in my heart is all I know now,
My life is like a sprint,
I gave it all I had,
Now I'm almost at the end and out of steam
I feel like a bone left out in the Sun's heat too long,
Too much more pressure,
I'll break,
I hear those around me speak of dreams,
And their future,
When I look ahead,
All I see is a grave stone
Second Meeting Chapter 6 by CorprallFrond, literature
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Second Meeting Chapter 6
Sherlock set a brisk pace down the street with John trailing slightly behind him. Sherlock slipped his hands into his pockets warming his chilled hands. He walked enjoying the cold London air against his face. It felt refreshing and made his thick coat all the more necessary and comfortable. John limped quickly to match Sherlock's long strides. He would have to fix that leg for him, he thought to himself discreetly slowing his pace. He knew John wouldn't want his pity, and Sherlock had no intention of pitying the man. There was no reason to.
"Where are we going?" John asked looking around.
"Northumberland Street a five-minute walk for here.
Second Meeting Chapter 5 by CorprallFrond, literature
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Second Meeting Chapter 5
Sherlock heard the steps on the stairs followed by the door opening. Sherlock could easily hear the heavy limp in John's step. Sherlock would have to fix that for him. Sherlock struggled with the urge to open his eyes.
"What are you doing?" John asked.
"Nicotine patch. Helps me think. Impossible to sustain a smoking habit in London these days." Sherlock huffed."Bad news for brain work."
"Good news for breathing." John countered.
"Oh...breathing! Breathing's boring." Sherlock groaned, but he was just happy for someone to converse with besides a skull.
"Is that..three patches?" Sherlock could hear the mixed anger and worry in his voice. Th
Second Meeting Chapter 4 by CorprallFrond, literature
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Second Meeting Chapter 4
John sighed limping outside. He couldn't believe the way Sherlock's 'colleagues' treated him. Sherlock was a genius, not to mention a person. He deserved to be treated as much. John was still surprised to have met his old friend. it had been the last thing he had expected when Mike had led him down those halls. He was worried that things would be awkward after...the last time they had seen each other, but it seemed fine. He looked around, but as he expected Sherlock was nowhere in sight. Even if he had waited for him John would have slowed Sherlock down with his leg. John knew that wouldn't sit well with his old friend.
"He's gone." John tur
Second Meeting Chapter 3 by CorprallFrond, literature
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Second Meeting Chapter 3
John sat next to him in the cab. He kept looking over at Sherlock then looking away. Sherlock sighed and turned to his friend.
"OK, you've got questions..." Sherlock stated.
"Yeah, where are we going?"
"Crime scene. Next?"
"What do you do?" John asked.
"What do you think?" Sherlock quizzed.
"I'd say... private detective."
"But...?" Sherlock prompted.
"But the police don't go to private detectives." Sherlock smiled. John had always been smart.
"I'm a consulting detective. Only one in the world. I invented the job." Sherlock said proudly.
"What does that mean?" John frowned.
"It means when the police are out of their depth, which is
Second Meeting Chapter 2 by CorprallFrond, literature
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Second Meeting Chapter 2
Sherlock shifted nervously in the back of the cab. He could see John stand on the sidewalk, and quickly jumped out of the cab throwing the man his money.
"Hello."
"Ah- Sherlock. Well this is a prime spot. Must be expensive. What do you do now?"
"Mrs. Hudson the landlady- she's given me a special deal. Owes me a favor. A few years earlier her husband got himself sentenced to dead in Florida. I was able to help out." Sherlock replied cryptically. John looked at him.
"Sorry, you stopped her husband being executed?" John asked. Sherlock looked back at him smirking as he rang the doorbell.
"Oh, no, I ensured it." John didn't have the chance t
Sherlock glanced up at the man walking in with that Stamford idiot. He was short with blonde hair. He had a dark tan and a psychosomatic limp. Obviously just back from Afghanistan or Iraq, doctor from his comment. Sherlock worked through his deductions in moments, but the thing that perplexed Sherlock was the look on the doctor's face when Sherlock looked up.
"Mike, can I borrow your phone? There's no signal on mine." He glanced up.
"And what's wrong with the landline?" Mike said not wanting Sherlock to get hold of his phone. Who knew what he could find out.
"I prefer to text." Sherlock said.
"Sorry, it's in my coat." No it wasn't. He jus
There was a new murder. Something interesting had finally come along and Lestrade had called him in for help. He had showed up at Sherlock's flat disheveled and it had obviously been days since he went home and even longer since he slept. A string of murders, all scattered across London. The victims had nothing in common, and as far as they could tell seemed to be chosen at random. They were all struck on the back of the head with a heavy blunt object that had never been found. All the victim's skulls had nearly been caved in from the force of the blow. Scotland Yard had been unable to find any clues, but that wasn't very surprising. The poli
I see you there sitting all by yourself,
and I want to tell you it is okay,
not to worry though I don't believe it myself,
but instead I'll sit and by your side and stay.
I care for you so much my dearest friend,
I don't have words to say so I'll just sit,
remember there's always hope in the end,
so we sit in silence and we both just fit.
A King of Words with nothing to say,
I work best with paper rather than life,
For you I'll try and sit out in the cool day,
For I know for me you would make the same strife.
I know my company doesn't do much,
But I hope at least I can act as a crutch.
Dean Has A Nice Posterior, Cas Doesn't Understand by CorprallFrond, literature
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Dean Has A Nice Posterior, Cas Doesn't Understand
Cas was totally not staring at Dean Winchester's ass. Absolutely not...Well maybe a little. Castiel's eye trailed after the other boy's posterior as he walked past his chair. Dean Winchester had a very nice rear, and Castiel could appreciate that. it didn't mean anything. It wasn't like he actually liked him. Okay so he did. But Castiel was perfectly happy with admiring Dean from afar.
"Awwww...Cassie." Balthazar leaned over in his chair into Cas's ear. "Is somebody checking out Winchester's ass. Does little Castiel want the d?" The boy frowned turning around to face his friend.
"No. Actually, I get straight A's." Castiel said cocking in co
"Dame it Cas! You need a bath!"
"Dean! No Dean! HELP!" Dean struggled with his arms around the angel as he squirmed kicking at Dean to let go, but the Hunter kept his hold.
"Cas! It's just water!" Suddenly there was a pair of large black wings trying to bat him away. Dean nearly lost his grip, but somehow he managed to haul the half frantic angel over his shoulder. Friggen angel! Who knew they were like fucking cats with water?
"A little help here Sammy?" The hunter shot a look at his little brother, who was sitting at the table, laptop open, wiping tears from his eyes as he laughed.
"Don't look at me, man. He's your boyfriend."
Dean gru
A Fantastic Fellowship of Fandoms Poem by Bugsyboo1313, literature
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A Fantastic Fellowship of Fandoms Poem
A Fantastic Fellowship of Fandoms Poem
“It began long ago,”
“In a hole in the ground,”
A little hobbit named Bilbo,
His unexpected journey abound.
The light of Durin’s Day, a map and a key,
Would open the door of the home it used to be.
The dwarves of Erebor,
Dragon fire in the sky,
The war would soon end,
Thus the hobbit said goodbye.
Fifty years later,
The story goes on,
The Fellowship was formed,
Their friendships were strong.
Sauron was defeated,
The Fellowship almost failed,
And at the Grey Havens,
There came an end to Frodo’s tale.
The Boy Who Lived,
A wizard at heart,
Even the da
[ ] You have a boyfriend/girlfriend.
[x] You have your own room.
[X] You own a cell phone.
[X] You have an mp3 player/ipod/discman.
[ ] Your parents are still married.
[ ] You love your family
[ ] There is a pool/spa in your backyard.
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[x] You dress the way you want to.
[x] You hang out with friends more than once a week.
[ ] There is a computer/ laptop in your room.
[X] You have never been beaten up
[x] You are allowed to listen to the music you want to.
[x] Your room is big enough for you
[X] People don't use you for something you have.
[x] You have been to the movies.
T 0 T A L: 10
[ ] You have over 500 friends
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Gryffindor:
• [x] You are loud.
• [x] You like going to school to see your friends.
• [x] You've had more than a couple detentions.
• [ ] You always have something to do on the weekends.
• [x] You like to be the center of attention.
• [x] You get above average grades in school.
• [x] You've been called bossy before.
• [x] You're a bit of a daredevil / you like an adrenaline rush.
• [ ] You are athletic.
• [ ] You are one of the best players on your team.
• [ ] You would do anything for your loved ones.
• [ ] You like the color red.
• [x] Your
Im having the worst day today. Last night I wad on the roof to see the moon and fell asleep. When I woke up it was about 1:00 and my ladder that I use to get up there had fall. So I spent the next thirty minutes trying to find a way down. No such luck. The only way down was to jump. Naturally I had to hurt myself and messed up my arm. Oh, and it gets worse it my left arm..... IM LEFT HANDED!!!!! I cant move my elbow or fingers. Lucky me right? Plus tomorrows Monday .