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To Sleep Or Not To Sleep
"That's it. You've got to go to bed, Sherlock." John snaps the laptop in front of his flatmate's face shut.
"For the last time, John, I'm. Not. Tired."
The ex-army doctor sighs, planting his face in one hand, running it down until his chin is resting on the heel of his hand. "Sherlock. You haven't slept in over two days."
Sherlock turns sharply. "I'm on a case! I don't need sleep, I need answers!"
"Sherlock. Alexander. Holmes." Mrs Hudson had slipped weeks ago and given up Sherlock's middle name, but John hadn't had to use it until now. "You are on a case. You need sleep to get answers."
"Where did you-"
John yanks the nicoti
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Silence
"John, have you ever been to India?" Sherlock asked as he handed the flight attendant his ticket. The lady glanced at him strangely, her painted lips pursing and her brow wrinkling. Sherlock raised his eyebrow at her.
"No need to tell me where to find my seat, I find myself gifted with the ability to do so on my own." He bit out sarcastically and continued down the aisle. He was seated in first class, by the window. The seat next to him was logically for John. Mycroft was most kindly footing the bill seeing as Sherlock had nabbed his credit card earlier. He was sure his brother knew he was using the card and was silently grateful Mycroft had
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Welcome Home -Sherlock BBC- Oneshot
I'm standing in the train station in my full uniform. I know I won't take it off until I get home; Green pants tucked into brown boots, camo shirt with the white band around the sleeve, red cross emblazoned upon it. Doctor, it screams, doctor.
How long will it take before I see him?
The station is so crowded, I can barely hear myself think. People boarding the train think nothing of the soldiers who file out, run ot their loves, their lovers, their family, tears streaming down their sun-worn faces. They think nothing of me, scanning the crowd for that tall, handsome head of curled dark chocolate locks.
It's been a year.
A year far too lon
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