A/n~ hi! there are mentions of self harm and drug abuse. Don't read if you will be triggered just please. umm not anything else to say. If you find things confusing just let me know. okay

Sherlock was thrown, competently and utterly thrown. The reason for the throwing of him was simple Dr. John Hamish Watson. A military doctor his first real friend since deleting Artemis Fowl was an army doctor. He had even been a captain. John had innocently and unintentionally rebooted his memory segment and forced him to remember Holly. It made him livid. Not at John, ~Sherlock seriously doubted the fact that John could make him livid.~ Sherlock was livid at Holly. Sherlock was livid at Mother. At Myles. At Becket. At Foaly, Root, Butler, Juliette. Frankly it all came down to one thing, Sherlock liked Sherlock. He enjoyed being Sherlock Holmes, solving cases, chasing criminals across half of London with John ~ especially with John~. But there was a problem a major problem he was only fully Sherlock Holmes in the only place he was in control, the only place he could change, his mind. The rest of his body looked and was Artemis Fowl. Because of this Sherlock tried to cleanse his blood. It was crazy and manic and just not sane but he did it anyway. It started with the drugs, which didn't work but he found allowed his brain to slow down enough to have peace . But they didn't purge the foul tint his blood still carried.
This compelling morbid thought brought him to where was currently lying in the bathtub staring at the ceiling soaked in his own blood waiting for either John to come home or his life to end. Presently he was contemplating the later. Would John miss him? No, no probably not he had been an arse. He would probably be glad he could leave the flat and move in with Sara ~or was it Lilly or maybe Jen?~ without worrying he would kill himself because he already had. Although it was worth noting that if he lived through the experience John would have questions. He could always say it was an what was he experiencing? no...no thats not it... wrong word... wrong bird...no. Oh, thought Sherlock it's all gone a little fluttery hasn't it? must be blood loss. No no...aw duck it all... thats when the spots showed up and they were all black how utterly dull and predictable, he was going to black out. Oh I do hope That this works I like being SHERLOCK! and I hope this gets Arte- "SHERLOCK WHAT IN THE NAME OF HELL" oh. John was home.

A/n~ sorry it wasn't going to end there but who can resist a good cliff hanger like that? i would also like to take this moment to publicly thank my amazing beta ihategoodbyes for being amazing

Hey I just wrote this

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