Hello again. Glad to see I was missed. Behold the teeny tiny update! Reasons below!


Disclaimer: Deidei still doesn't own Sherlock, although she was definitely happy with most of series 3!


It was cold still. It had been cold for a while, and to some it seemed like it would never end. John Watson was one of these people. However, should he ever voice such a phrase, Sherlock would be right in there correcting him on how "that is obviously an over-exaggeration" and then go on to explain about how long winter lasts in other countries and how there are some places that only have sunlight for around 6-10 hours a day, depending on conditions.

So no. Instead of complaining about the weather like the average boring human being, he was spending the darkening afternoon hours chasing after a murder-rapist with a ruddy consulting detective. Sometimes this would make him think "how had his life gone so wrong? He could be sat at home with a nice cuppa and a few digestives..", however, this thoughts were often counter-acted by John recalling how dull such a thing would seem to him. Sure, it was alright for a couple of evenings, and maybe when the weather was a bit rough or he was a bit rough, but other than that, he would get bored.

Anyway, back to real life. The two of them were currently running, much easier since the iced pavements had started melting the day earlier, after a man dressed all in black ("Honestly John, murderers don't seem to have any regard for fashion") who must have been a damn athlete or something, the way he could run. Every other second, John's eyes would twitch over to the detective, scanning the taller man for anything off, anything out of the ordinary. It was only a couple of days after Christmas, and as much as Sherlock claimed to be well, John knew he wasn't quite up to scratch just yet. However, the precautions of a doctor are ones often ignored by a Holmes brother, and Watson's word was not enough to prevent a new case being taken on. It wasn't even enough to stop them from having to run about in minus degrees. The only thing it did do was persuade him to put on a pair of gloves before leaving.

If he were to turn around, John would just about be able to recognise the figure of Lestrade, slowing from a run to a jog with his phone at his ear. The DI would likely be trying to keep an eye on the direction the criminal and his two persuers were rushing, and attempt to relay the information across to the rest of the force without slowing his pace too much. Hopefully, this would mean a couple of cop cars would soon be around the corner and they could stop this nonsense. For the moment, however, the doctor would have to keep up the pace slightly behind his lanky friend, trying to ignore the burning in his throat and lungs from the over-exertion.

Thankfully, luck was on his side on this cold winters eve, as the next corner revealed a series of flashing red and blue lights, the muffled sounds of walkie talkies and best of all, their criminal grunting on the floor as two officers cuffed his wrists together, taking pleasure in digging their knees into his back. John was almost waiting for a cheesy movie-line quote and a guy to put on sunglasses (YEEEEEEAHH!), but quickly quenched that thought and looked around for the his flatmate. Unfortunately, the new scenery had also revealed a hunched over consulting detective leant against the building wall, one hand on his knee, the other against the brickwork. Sherlock was breathing heavily, so much so that John could hear it even at his current distance, and it only got worse as he moved closer.

Now that they weren't moving, John noticed the thin sheet of sweat dripping down his flatmate's face, as well as the dark pink rimming his eyes and nostrils. He was about to say something, to reach out to him, but that was the moment that Holmes decided to lurch forward, emptying his barely-filled stomach onto the damp concrete pavement. It was lucky that John had managed to get a rough arm around him by that point, as the detectives body went limp where he stood, close to crashing head first into his own vomit.


Okay, so this is a little short (MAJORLY short, Dei! not a little!) but with good reason!

*drumroll*

The next chapter is suddenly longer than I had originally planned as I had a plot bunny burst out after viewing series 3 (it came from HLV, you'll know what I mean when you read it) and that will be a lot longer and cuter and also JIM WILL RETURN!

All you guys desperate for your Sheriarty fix will get it! (Believe me, I KNOW how much you want it. I want it too!)

Also, did you guys find my little *TV show* guessing game? I have decided I will make a game of this! For now, each chapter has a TV show to guess by vague descriptions involving the characters. All you need to do for now is make a note of which tv shows are mentioned in each chapter, and I will tell you what to do on the chapter before the epilogue of the story! (Prizes will also be decided then)

Anyways, Dei out!