Holiday Card Project 2013Holiday Card Project 2013 by $madizzlee
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Pick Me Up from Where I Lay 4 (ending)When Lestrade awoke the next morning, he wasn't surprised that Sherlock wasn't on his sofa anymore, but was still alarmed-he didn't want Sherlock going anywhere with his arm as injured as it was. Lestrade sighed, and started making himself a pot of coffee. Then the back door slammed and Sherlock wandered into the kitchen slowly.Pick Me Up from Where I Lay 4 (ending) by ~Rowlingson39
'Smoking,' Sherlock answered to Lestrade's look.
'Ah.' Lestrade eyed Sherlock. 'How's the arm?'
'Better.' Sherlock looked away, grimacing. 'Slight fever, before you ask to check. I am fine.'
Lestrade sighed. 'Alright, as long as you're not collapsing at what could have been your own crime scene.'
Sally shrugged looking worried. 'He said he'd be back before you got here, so we could go to arrest Hanson.' she looked around the office. 'That was a half hour ago and he hasn't turned up.'
Sherlock swore. If Hanson had known that the police were on his trail, he might have gotten away or gone after the detective. Without a word,
Pick Me up from Where I Lay 3Lestrade didn't like working late. He'd done it quite a bit when he and his wife were at the worst of their fighting, just because he hated going home when she might have another man in bed. She was moved out for the time being, sleeping with some government worker-or at least that's what Lestrade had last heard. He'd still kept the house, kept it clean-cleaner than he could the rest of his life, and kept work out of it, including Sherlock Holmes.Pick Me up from Where I Lay 3 by ~Rowlingson39
That was until tonight.
It was two am and Lestrade was ready for a cup of tea, a hot shower, and then a few hours of sleep. He should have known that nothing would be that simple-it hadn't been in the past few months since he'd met the strange, raven-haired young man.
So he'd stepped through his door, turned on the light in the kitchen and jumped when he saw Sherlock Holmes sitting at his table. The man was bleeding heavily from his right shoulder, which dripped down the arm he was cradling, and onto a couple newspapers, stacked so they would
Chapter 25 - Nutrisco et exstinguo
Nutrisco et exstinguo: "I feed from it and extinguish it"
Usque ad sideras et usque ad inferos: "from the stars all the way down to hell", meaning everywhere
Warnings: Rating for this chapter is M for onanism.
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Chapter XXIV: Usque ad sideras et usque ad inferos
song: Mosquito, by Ingrid Michaelson
Landing on my knee
How can I truly be angry with you?
All you want is to be part of me
221B Baker Street, living-room
The white sun rays of this September morning are filling the flat with a soft and cosy glow that makes the skull on the mantelpiece grin even wider and heightens the dust covering the pile of books and papers next to it. On the table lie several newspapers and a laptop which has stayed plugg
|I'm not really sure what I'm saving up for...|
You know when you go onto someone's profile, and you really want to give them points but you can't because you don't have any? I think It's so that I can.
I might get a Llama Bowtie as well...