WHOA! A WILD UPDATE APPEARS! WhAt? Okay so if anyone actually remembers this story yay! If not, sorry I took so long ( I think last update was June) I was pretty busy over the summer and then I was pretty busy with starting school, so I haven't had much time to write for fun... Here's a tiny chapter just to set the ball rolling so I can update more in the future. I am super disoriented in regards to this so let me know if there's a discrepancy in this chapter...
If anyone is a homestuck: I am going to post chapter one of a homestuck ficlet and maybe a few one shots here, so keep a look out if you're interested. Also, Whovians, if you have any good Doctor Who fics, I have yet to read a really great one, so recs would be highly appreciated. 3, CarvingApples
John slept on Molly's couch that night. They had stayed up late watching movies and then Molly had noticed John was upset over something and dragged him out to a pub. So, of course, he had a terrible headache when he arose. That was just great. Molly was already up, moving around the kitchen quietly making toast. John swung his legs off of the couch and padded sleepily over to his friend, yawning. "G'morning Molls"
"Morning John. You feeling alright?"
"Yeah I'm just fabulous." John snapped. Molly rolled her eyes and spread some butter onto her toast. "So who's Sherlock?" Molly asked. John faltered for a minute.
"Did I tell you about Sherlock?" He questioned. Molly nodded, stifling a small smile. "The amazing detective who's, and I quote, 'tall, dark, sort of pretty, majestic and all that great shit.'"
"Jesus, did I really?" John asked. "He's my friend."
"Sounded like more than a friend to me." Molly said. John shook his head and stood his ground.
"I'm not gay, you know." He replied. Molly sighed and rolled her eyes.
"Did I mention that you talked about him in your sleep?" Molly mumbled through a mouthful of toast. John sat down heavily and held his aching head. "He's my best friend, Molly." Molly held her hand out. "Let me see your phone."
"Why on Earth?"
"I want to see what he looks like." Molly extended her hand further as John dug his phone out of his pocket, where it had been all night, digging into his leg. He switched it on. 8:47 am. He opened his photo album to see a picture of a bemused looking Sherlock looking at the camera. He remembered that. Sherlock had no idea why John would be taking a picture of him while there was a case to solve. John had wanted it for his blog. Molly reached over and plucked the phone out of John's hands to a light grumble of protest. John sat up straight and watched as Molly looked down at the picture. She raised an eyebrow. "No wonder you think he's so hot." She said.
"I don't!" Protested John as he took his phone back.
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Sherlock hadn't slept for a while. He spent most of his time helping Chelsea with her master plan. Coding, proofreading, testing codes and mapping out a schedule for the whole operation. Sometimes it was easy to forget she was only fifteen. She functioned at an extremely high level. Though she spent most of her time coding for the SSUK overthrow, Sherlock could see that she did think, as she had originally told him, that she was above it all. She was only doing it for her murderous trainer. Sherlock glanced at her closed door. She hadn't given him codes for a while, so he assumed he had some free time. He switched the window on his computer to the video feed of John. He was walking down a street holding his head. Presumably headache. Sherlock switched off his monitor and stepped into the living room. No sooner had he flopped down on the couch then one of Chelsea's minion friend people came in with a few bags from the grocery.
