Disclaimer: Sherlock is not mine, nor is John, Lestrade or any of the other marvellous characters created by Sir Arthur Conan-Doyle, Steven Moffat or Mark Gatiss. However if one day someone would like to buy me a birthday present I would in no way say no.

This is just a collection of some VERY short one-shots I've written early in the morning before lectures because I have to do something other than work!
I based them on body parts (can you guess why?) and there is one from John and Sherlock's point of view.

Enjoy.


Forehead

John

John was happy to admit he had never seen anything more perfect than the forehead of Sherlock Holmes. His skin was pale, almost pearlescent and only disturbed by the odd stray-curl of dark hair like a fleck of ink on paper: the perfect case for a marvellous brain.

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Sherlock

Golden.

That was the only word Sherlock could think of to describe the frontal portion of John Watson's head. Wispy strands of blonde hair danced over slightly tanned skin and caught the dimmed light of the living room; for a second Sherlock swore his flatmate wore a shining halo.