March222012
“I can’t conjure up dismemberments at whim.”

Educate Yourself by sheffiesharpe, Part two of the At Least There’s The Football series

March212012
“John looks up at him and he knows this moment, can taste the adrenaline and oh, oh of course. This is the moment that John falls in love.”

Shadows on the Wall by AraSigyrn

March202012
“Anywhere. Iceland, Madagascar, Antarctica, Cleveland — you name it.”
“Please, John. Don’t be ridiculous. I’d never ask anyone to accompany me to Cleveland.”
March192012
“If a passer-by on Baker Street had looked up into the windows of 221B that night, they would have seen absolutely nothing out of the ordinary.
This proves absolutely nothing.”

A Mile in His Shoes by mamfidd

March182012
“He didn’t mean to sound so brusque. He often sounded brusque without meaning it, but now his lack of intention made all the difference in the world. The strain had taken its toll and his voice had got up, opened the door, and handed John his coat.”

High Tide by stardust made

March172012
“It was frightening what Mycroft would do for Sherlock, but more frightening still was the fact that he hadn’t yet encountered anything he wouldn’t do for Sherlock.” ~ Of Glass by stardust made
March162012
“Is there desire there? (For me?) Nothing overt, nothing inappropriate. I don’t know. What would I do if I saw it, recognized it? (run/hide/collapse/burst into flame/cry/cheer/laugh/triumph/push him up against the wall and have my way with him?)” The Progress of Sherlock Holmes by ivyblossom
March152012
“Lily-livered, action-taking whoreson!” ~ Timing is Everything by sheffiesharpePart five of the At Least There’s The Football series
March142012
“Besides,” he says. “With the Met, I have access to handcuffs.” Which he has used on Sherlock. They almost worked. Once.” ~ We’re What’s Happening by sheffiesharpePart four of the At Least There’s The Football series
March132012
“You forgot your umbrella, sir.” She looks Lestrade up and down, and he feels vaguely like he’s just been caught necking on the sofa. After curfew. With the vicar’s son.” One Word for It by sheffiesharpePart three of the At Least There’s The Football series
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