So I did that thing whereby you choose a favourite pairing/story/couple and then put your iPod on shuffle and write a story for the first ten songs. I did some editing in terms of punctuation etc. because I feel mildly ill otherwise; however the story line and words remain the same. I wrote four more because I was thoroughly enjoying myself, but three of them I'm going to write more of- finish them and edit them and whatnot; and the fourth is a song that could be written with a better story.
Give Me Love- Ed Sheeran
I don't really know what happened with this one. It confuses me that this is what I wrote.
Sherlock was lonely. He had noticed these feelings before, but there had always been a case that came up soon enough for him to be distracted. Now though, staying in a dingy hotel in Morocco, chasing down the last few members of Moriarty's web, he felt a gut-wrenching ache for John.
He went downstairs and got drunk, till he was fairly sure his blood was high in alcholhol, too much so to be healthy. That was when he saw John walk in the door.
"Sherlock! You. You. You're alive."
"'fcourse I'm 'live."
"I saw you die."
"'twas, how-doyou-say, lies. John. Jawn. Jawn. I love you Jawn."
"What, Sherlock? You faked your death?!"
"ofcourse. Had to 'rotect you."
"Right. I'm going to freak out about that later. Now, lets get you back to wherever you're staying.
Back in Sherlock's hotel room, with Sherlock on the bed and John trying to take his shoes off, was when Sherlock realised John hadn't replied to his confession earlier.
"Jawn. 'ove you."
"What?"
"Do yew 'ove me Jawn?
"Course I do stupid.
"No, like, love-love."
"God, Sherlock, I thought I would die of heartbreak when you jumped off that bloody building."
"Give me love then."
John lent down and kissed him softly.
"You're drunk Sherlock, I'll 'give you love' some other time, whatever that means."
Some Days Are Better Than Others- U2
I actually quite like this one :)
Some days were better than others. Monday was a drag- no cases, John was out all day. Tuesday was clean- everything neatly regimented and finished. Wendesday seemed to slip through his fingers- spending the day in bed with John. Thursday was a mistake- he'd used perhaps a tiny more force than usual when interrogating a suspect. Friday had been honest- no tricky cases, no Mycroft pretending to be kind. Saturday he had felt like a bit of a baby- John having to care for him while he was sick, not being allowed to do anything remotely interesting.
All I Really Want To Do- Bob Dylan
I also like this one :) I wanted to develop it further, but the song finished.
Stupid stupid stupid Sherlock. He'd hurt John- making their conversation become an argument and Sherlock had said silly things. All Sherlock wanted was to be friends with him. But why would John be friends with him? He'd make him stressed, and drag him down and tire him out. But Sherlock wanted to friends. He'd get him locked up, or annoy him when he spent too much analysing John in an attempt to categorise him- a feat not yet managed. Friends. That was what he wanted. He didn't want to meet John's family, or try to read too much into him, he didn't want to hurt John anymore. He just really really really wanted to be friends with John. But no, he was only going to end up mistreating John. He could fake 'normality' but he didn't want too. It wasn't as if he was expecting John to become as much of a suffering genius as Sherlock knew himself to be, he just wanted to be friends.
Old Friends-Simon and Garfunkel
This one is liked as well.
Sherlock and John had been mates for ages, sharing the place at 221b Baker st had been the start of something life long. Now, twenty years on, both of them older and wrinklier, they sat on a park bench in Hyde Park huddled up in ther overcoats, waiting for the winter sunset , amongst the city sounds. Sherlock was still the same restless sociopath, relentlessly observing every single person that walked past, while John sat there with a smile on his face, thinking about all the times Sherlock had down this since they had met. All the adventures, and memories they had.
Midnight City- M83
I feel like this has potential, that I could have developed it further, but I'm not going to.
Sherlock had a new case, which made John both excited and terrified. He wondered exactly how long it would take for Anderson to be insulted, for Lestrade to raise his eyebrows in shock, and for Sherlock to figure out whodunnit.
Waiting, then, was a surprise. Sitting in the car in autumn was a little cold, but waiting for Sherlock's 'friend' to call was kind of exciting, as no case had ever been like this. Sherlock had John's phone and was busy researching some rare diseases or something. John sat there, observing the city skyline at midnight, and silently reflecting upon the beauty of London and what a great city it was.
Waiting for the call was boring, now that they'd been there for hours. Sherlock hadn't said anything to John about what sort of time the call was expected and what would happen as a result of the call.
Finally the call came, and it wasn't anything like John had expected.
Boys Like You- 360 feat. Gossling
Yeah... I don't really know about this one.
John's parents had always told Harry and him that there were certain people to avoid. Those who were cold and heartless, who sleep around. His teachers had reinforced the message with a simple 'it's naughty to hang around people like that." John had completely ignored them in the past few months, hanging out with a student a few years above him who ticked all the boxes of 'boys not to hang around with'. He slept around, drunk a lot, apparently did cocaine sometimes. Finding him in the bathrooms sobbing his heart out over his current girlfriend who had cheated on him with his best friend, John managed to talk him into a calm state and Sherlock started paying him more attention since. Finally, after a few days John realised that he had a not-so-little crush on Sherlock. Sherlock apparently returned the feelings, if the kiss had been anything to go on. John pulled away and said 'you know, mama always told me and papa always warned me not to mess around with boys like you."
Touches You-Mika
This one makes me laugh a little.
Sherlock wasn't a big one for relationships, John knew that. But Sherlock needed help, he needed someone there to help him. And John planned to be that person, who Sherlock could and, more importantly, would turn to if her ever needed help. So John sat Sherlock down, against his will and told him that he was there for him. Sherlock stared blankly at him and dismissively shrugged before returning to his experiment. It was then John decided that he'd be whatever Sherlock needed, friend, lover, brother figure, father figure, acquaintance, whatever Sherlock would talk to.
Out Ta Get Me- Guns 'N' Roses
I don't mind this one.
Sherlock was not having a good day. He'd been hiding out, although that was hardly anything new. He was bored, that's all- teetering on the edge of sanity. He'd been hiding from those people who claimed to care for him. They were out to get him. Lestrade with nagging to follow procedure, John with requests for milk, Mrs Hudson about the strange stains in the hallway, Mycroft about not getting into any more trouble. They wouldn't get him. He was innocent- he'd given Anderson (the idiot) hastily scrawled notes about the last case, he'd not drunk milk in at least a week so it was hardly his responsibility, the stains were from the blood that the last thief had gushing from his nose- hardly his fault for protecting the place, and Mycroft, well Sherlock had hardly asked Mycroft for assistance had he?
Anxiety- Black Eyed Peas
I'm not even going to try and justify this one.
John was stressed and anxious. He'd dreamed about Sherlock's death again last night and needed some sort of release from the emotions. So he went to a pub and got completely hammered. The he overheard someone in the corner spouting homophobic crap, and that certaintly wasn't on, so he went a started a fight with them. Coming out of the pub, having vanquished his opponent he noticed it was starting to rain and refusing to walk home, so 'borrowed' Mike Stamford's car and sped home in it. The next morning, waking from a blissfully dream-free sleep, he realised exactly what he was.
Panama- The Cat Empire
I really really like this one.
John was excited- he was going to Panama! He sat next to a very attractive man, with beautiful eyes and curly dark brown hair. After a while, John noted that there was a fly gently sitting on the man's leg, and not thinking, he brushed it off, making the man jump a little and affix him with a piercing glare.
"Um… Ah… sorry."
"Hmmm… Recent university graduate- medicine; one female sibling- alcoholic; slight limp picked up as a habit after being injured in rugby in high school; single; not gay, not straight- bi then. Not wealthy, not poor either- middle class."
"Wha…."
"I think society would now demand that I apologise. Sorry" The stranger said stiffly and awkwardly.
"No! No! Not at all1 I love things that seem impossible."
"It was hardle impossible- simple observation. I find it more 'impossible' to believe that most people completely fail to see the facts."
