November 9th excerpt:
“Just– What I don’t get is how this all happened at all,” said John, rubbing his temple in confusion. “I thought you two hated each other.”
Tag: john watson
November 2nd excerpt:
John got up and crept up on Sherlock’s room. The door was open, so John walked right in and frowned at the scene. The detective had stripped his bookshelves of their contents, carefully arranged them on his bed, and was running his fingers over every crevice and corner of the shelves. He froze when he heard John enter.
“Snooping around, are we?” asked John flatly, crossing his arms.
November 1st excerpt:
“You know, they warned us about moving into this flat, but we thought they were exaggerating about Sherlock.” Sam laughed. “There was so much space in the walls, and plenty of room to work with, we figured we’d make it work. And helping with his cases is fun. We get to help people, one way or the other, just like Dad.”
“Oh God,” John chortled, letting his hand drop. He could only imagine what kinds of things– factual and rumor alike– that could be spread about the smaller community. The fact that there was a smaller community that knew about them, or Sherlock at the very least, was equally thrilling and weird to think about.
October 30th excerpt:
Sherlock was absolutely fuming at this development, now fully assured that this was a personal jab at him. He spent nearly the entire day going back and forth between ranting and raving about it and silently stewing.
“What have I ever done to them?! ” he exploded that evening after nearly two hours of silence. He was curled into an angry ball in his armchair.
John shot him a look, tilting down his laptop screen. "It may have something to do with you trapping them in jars, Sherlock.”
“I meant LATELY!”
October 29th excerpt:
“Guys, guys,” John interrupted, opening one hand in a calming gesture. He at least knew better than to reach for them. His brow quirked at the smaller men’s bickering. The shoving, the name-calling… They really are brothers, he mused with a grin.
( Original post )
He could and it’s great and my god is he turning those powers to driving Sherlock up the wall!
Too bad somehow John gets caught in the middle…
“Well, obviously you two still take issue with the way Sherlock treated you when we all first met,” John pointed out. “Which is totally fair, I’ll admit. But frankly, the way you’ve been dealing with it is driving him mad, and I have to live with him.”
October 28th excerpt:
“Told you this was a bad idea,” Sam hissed at Dean, watching John lift a pile of paper into the air that most likely weighed more than the pair of them together.
Dean rolled his eyes. “Him? He’s harmless,” he said. “Sherlock is the one we have to worry about.”
“But–” Sam’s protest cut off in shock when Dean pushed himself away from the side of the couch and went to stroll out into the open. It was too late for Sam to dive forward and grab his arm, and all he could do was watch Dean greet what was, to them, a giant.
October 26th excerpt:
“What’s up, doc?”
John’s heart leapt into his throat at the unforeseen greeting, sputtering in the middle of his sip of tea. Quickly transferring the cup onto the counter before he lost his grip on it, he lightly coughed to keep the tea from going down the wrong way.
Once John had his breath back, his eyes darted around the kitchen. The voice sounded like it had come from higher up, so that narrowed down his search considerably, and he spotted Dean soon enough.
October 25th excerpt:
John quirked an eyebrow at the strange note, glancing at Sherlock’s deep frown. “Morning puzzle, then?” he quipped.
“It means something,” the detective surmised, pressing his hands into a posture of prayer. “They’re trying to communicate.”
“Whatever you say, Spock,” mumbled John, partaking in their landlady’s kind treat.
October 23rd excerpt:
Sam carefully arranged the food, pushing the slices of mushroom to form straight edges and adding the raisin in for good effect. The crackers formed the curves, with the wheat cereal helping thicken the line, and for balance Sam used his knife to scrape off the mustard and add it to the design, highlighting the word with yellowy emphasis.
NO.
No, they wouldn’t accept food left out like that. Sam thought it got his point across perfectly. He glanced over his shoulder at John, and his smile was a little easier this time. “Think he’ll get the point?”
Brothers Apart 