Idont-trustmyself

It all started with Bones. "Dammit, Chapel, can't you do this with a little less pressure?" The Doctor was squirming under the hands of his Nurse, who was busy trying to examine his stomach for yearly physicals. "Doctor, I could, but wouldn't that tickle more? You need to try to relax." "Dammit, I don't know if it'll tickle more, all I know is that this is unbearable and I am trying to relax so just…stop for a moment, dammit, let me catch my breath!" Nurse Chapel complied and Bones sat up. "Jesus. This is a pain in my ass. Can't we just skip this part and mark me down as healthy?" "Now, Doctor—" Nurse Chapel chuckled. "Doct

I tugged on my cuffs cursing Mycroft a final time before stepping out on to the top of the stairs. The servant banged twice on the floor with his stick. Once he had most of the people's attention he called out clear as a bell, "The Musketeer Olivier d'Athos de la Fère!" I sighed and took my first step on the top stair and there was the pattering of clapping. I wasn't sure if it was customary to clap when someone new arrived but it made me feel good about the costume choice. Mycroft had paid to have the damn thing made. From the tight black leggings, the ridiculous hat and even the rapier on his hip and custom built musket on his back.

Fandom: Sherlock (BBC) Ship: (a little) JohnLock Rating: G Word count: 873 Short summary:     John finds out one of Sherlock's secrets ;) Surprisingly, today was a quiet day in Apartment 221B. As Mrs. Hudson cleaned up some poor frog's guts from the kitchen floor, the detective Sherlock Holmes and his friend, John Watson sat on the sofa in silence. John typed away on his laptop, probably updating his blog, while the other man simply stared ahead with his head in his hands.  "What are you blogging about now, John? We haven't had a case in days - there's nothing to write about." "I haven't finished writing that yet." John replied, not lifting