S-H-E-R-locked [ a sherlock fanclub! ]

[Fearless Freckles]

Oh crap, me too... EHHHH, no.

[inactive20000009]

Oh crap, me too... EHHHH, no.

I need more self-control. ;D; yeah-- no...
with Sherlock, it's never going to happen

[Fearless Freckles]

Yeah, it's not...

[Spiritstar3]

I'm working on a fan-fic and I need your guys opinion. It's from John's point of view. This is just part of it. What do you think?

Sherlock and I arrive at the bomb scene and check it out. It is an office building. It’s large, maybe fifteen stories or so. Probably holds a couple different firms. It’s made mostly of a grayish brick, lots of small uniform windows all over it. Sherlock deduces that there were four people involved in the bombing by the footprints, and what he could wring out of the few in-shock witness hanging around. Apparently the floor where the bomb originated from was being rented by a single firm, and every one said that they saw hardly anyone come or go to that level. Sherlock was on his hands and knees poking around in the ash and dust.

“Just what I’ve been waiting for John, a good bombing! But not just any old bombing. No, this one had reason behind it.

“Remember Sherlock, lives at stake here.” He then continued to impress me as always with some of his deduction skills could tell by all of their shoes that they had been near the docks. One of the footprints was from a woman, it had cement on it. Sherlock knows the only place with near the docks with wet cement is “Sharky’s Seafood” who are repaving their parking lot. So that’s where were off to. As the cab pulled up and I got my first look at this place, one thought came to mind. Never go and eat there. The place was falling apart, it was covered in moss and cracks ran through the stucco siding. There was ivy crawling up on of the shutters, and the whole place smelled like dead fish. When the cab stopped and I opened my door I could see through the frosted glass that a group was sitting inside, but before we got to the door they had disappeared out the back.

“John, there getting away!” yelled Sherlock as the car came round the corner. Sherlock grabbed a motorcycle that was leaning against a stop sign. He revved it up and put it in gear.

What was he doing? I started towards him “Sherlock?” he straightened out the bike, “Sherlock! Come back!” but it was too late, he had already sped off. I stood there looking defeated, “Does he even know how to steer a motorcycle?” I mumbled to myself. I sat there for about thirty minutes before anything happened. I went inside and ordered a drink. I looked at the table where the suspects had been sitting. One of them had left his beer. They must be suspects of something if they are that skittish.

“They got away John, but I know what he looks like now and I bet our friend the bartender will be most helpful.” Said Sherlock, coming through the door and walking past me.

I stood up and followed him to the bar, “What happened to you? You look like you went on a walk through the bad side of town.” It was true, his normally clean coat was covered in smudges and there was a cut on his face. He was also panting and slightly limping. “Tell me what happened, for the blog.” No comment from Sherlock, who is staring at the table they were sitting at with his little magnifying thing.

“Come on Sherlock, the people want to know how you do these things.” You don’t know how hard it is to try and get him to care about what I was saying.

“The people thought that I was a fake. And for your blog John, you hardly have fifty percent of the real facts or the proper way to find them.” He said, and continued to take in information.

“You and I both know I can’t put half the things we do on there, most of them are illegal.

“Not illegal John, just shunned by the public. They are very different things, very different.”

“Like when you break and enter into someone’s house because the police won’t give a search warrant? We already owe Lestrade about two dozen favors. ”

He turned and gave me one of his, I’m only doing this so you will shut up and I still won looks.

“Fine John, I’ll tell you what happened,” he took a deep breath. “After I jumped on the motorcycle I was able to get the suspects in my sight, three of them had gotten in the car, while the other had jumped on a nearby motorcycle, most likely to-“

“Why’d he get on a motorcycle? Why not just get in the car with the others? I asked.

Sherlock turns toward me, slowly, and I knew then that it was pry not a good idea to interrupt a high-functioning sociopath.

“John if you would just let me finish. Sometimes you would learn so many things if you would listen to the details of the world.

I rolled my eyes, “Continue oh master crime solver.”

“I think I will. Now, what was I saying? Oh yes, one of them on a motorcycle, most likely to act as a distraction to me and divert my attention from the car. So I followed it.

“But if it was a distraction, why did you follow it? Isn’t that what they wanted you to do? So you couldn’t find their secret hideout?”

“Because I had already lost the car, due to my slow start, and my only hope was to chase down whoever was riding that bike and interrogate them on the location of the others. So we wove through the streets, me chasing and him running. I do wish that they would repave these old cobblestone streets. They make for horrible bike chases.”

“But Sherlock, they are historical.” I said

“But not practical John, I will not argue with you right now. To continue, I was chasing him, he was on a slower bike. A dirt bike of sorts, I was on a rather nice racing one as you saw. Both of us nearly crashed multiple times. I was catching up to him, we were both reaching very high speeds. And as I rounded a corner, I saw in an instant that he had clipped the curb. I almost did as well. As I came up to him on my bike I noticed that he was wearing a helmet, which had a good dent in it, and sunglasses. I thought for sure that he was passed out, but I was to be disappointed. As I approached him to investigate he didn’t move. But when I leant over him to check for pulse, he was up and on his feet. ”

I was stunned, “What happened next?”

“He punched me in the face.” Said Sherlock casually, dusting for fingerprints on the beer.

“He what?!” Sherlock had walked in and acted like nothing had happened. And for all I know, he could have been killed.

“John, I do believe you should invest in a hearing aid. And yes, to answer your question he did in fact punch me in the face. Square in the jaw, it’s still sore. He had great form you know, very well trained. If I had been conscious I wouldn’t have lasted a minute in the ensuing scuffle had there been one.

“If you had been conscious? You where unconscious? For how long?”

“John I don’t know why you’re making such a fuss over this really. But if you must know the chase lasted about three minutes, and what time is it?”
“It’s three forty five.”

Then I was out about thirty minutes, before I awoke on the street quite stiff and sore. And I flagged a cab back here.”

“You were passed out for thirty minutes?”

“Why? Did it seem longer?”

Awesome! Need more!
@Moriarty: Nope, never happening

[Kingston]

I missed like 20 pages somehow. :o so excuse me for bringing these posts back from the dead lol.

When I cry, I sob

I stared at the screen, jaw on the floor, eyes wide with tears pouring down my face

And then I screamed

THATS HOW MUCH IT AFFECTED ME

Same. Three of my close family members had passed away that week, so I was already an emotional wreck, then for some reason I decided it would be a good idea to watch the last episode of Sherlock. Bad idea. I cried for hours.

*whispers "No..." after reading above comments*

;-; I had this tab open and went to pick something up on the other side of my room then The Fifth Estate commercial came on and I started laughing like a hyena. I HAVE FOUND THE SUMMONING RITUAL FOR BENEDICT.

Stand in front of a mirror in total darkness or should I say Into Darkness while clutching seasons 1 and 2 of Sherlock, the Hobbit, and ST:ID, and chant "cheekbones, cheekbones, cheekbones." That is how one summons a Benedict.

This is like.. my favourite thing ever. Bless your soul - you have completed my life. xD

[Wicked Witch]

I'll have to try to summoning him!!

[Spiritstar3]

Summon the Cumberbatch!

[MalcolmOmnishambles]

I'm stuck trying to come up with a name for my story, I don't want to post it till I have a good name, WHAT WILL I DO???
Here are some of them:
(Most of them won't make sense because they have to do with stuff that happens later in the story)

1.The adventure of the Stratford bombing
2.Pursuit of the key holders
3. A superspy comes to London
4.The west, the axe, the porter, and the Irishwoman
5.The four bombers
6.Operation Beagle
7.the tigers stripes
8.the beagle drive
9.Hunt for the tigers stripes

EDIT: just got back from the museum and guess who narrated the 3D IMAX movie we saw? BENNY!

[Lance-McClain]

I like Pursuit of the Keyholders.

What do you guys thi nk of my Signiture?

[Spiritstar3]

I like Pursuit of the Keyholders.

What do you guys thi nk of my Signiture?

It is awesome!