Graveyard Soil: A Johnlock Angst/Romance
Rating: R (for graphic detail of the horror and romantic kind, eventually)
Pairing: BBC!John Watson and BBC!Sherlock Holmes
Summary: Hot on the tail of a criminal, when Sherlock is hurt, John is torn between caring for his flat mate and killing the asshole who put the two lovers in this situation. Sherlock and John come face to face with a problem they can only face together: possible separation.
Why should I bother reading this?: This is a co-authored fic between myself and alvara ( alvara dot tumblr dot com ), who is the Sherlock to my John and the umbrella to my Mycroft. She is incredibly talented and it's all ways nice to see two different writing styles interacting in the same story. Plus, there shall be much Johnlock angstiness and sexiness.
Read on!
Alvara:
A soft glow glimmered off the wet pavement from the gentle moonlight humming through the brisk London air, misty clouds floating by leisurely in the dark violet sky. A shout broke through the thin cool air as a hooded man made a sharp turn through a dark alleyway, two men hot on his heels as he jumped and climbed onto the creaking rusty ladder of a nearby fire escape and dashed up its stairs toward the roof tops.
Sherlock was quick on the young man's tail, reaching up with a gloved hand and grasping the freezing metal of the ladder before it snapped up to the platform above. He was determined not to lose this one thread to the head of a minor blackmailing ring, the lowly criminal they were chasing holding the small piece of data missing that would lead straight to the location of the crime syndicate. He yanked the ladder down abruptly, starting to rush up the cold metal to the platform all while keeping track of how much distance was between him and the young hooded man.
"Hurry, John!" Sherlock called back behind him to the heavy breathing man jogging a few meters behind him, not about to abandon the doctor but the distance between them and the petty criminal was vastly widening every second they wasted.