16 Recent Deviations
Married to My Work, Chapter 1Chapter 1: IntroductionsMarried to My Work, Chapter 1 by DragonHaven42
John Watson hesitated before opening the door to the conference room. He did not need to look around as he walked in leaning on his cane, he knew that eyes lingered on him. Judging. He sighed inwardly, his competitors were all fit and young, wearing either expensive suits or brand name casual slacks with tank tops to display their muscles. With his limp and discount clothes he looked quite shabby indeed. But Mike thought he might have a chance....
He found an unoccupied table at the back of the room and sunk gratefully into a chair, leaning his cane against the wall and partially concealing it. He heard the door to the room open but did not look up, and was surprised when some one sat across from him.
“I recognize a military man when I see one,” said a gruff voice with a strong Australian accent. John looked up as a man with a large scar on his face held out a hand, “Sebastian Moran.”
“John Watson.” John replied with what he
The Great Game - !Femlock!"Hand me those latex gloves..."The Great Game - !Femlock! by LowBattery00
Without taking too much pressure off of her cane, Joan extended a hand and groped the table of the lab for two gloves, handing them to her associate who, in her own typical nature, did not thank her. She snapped them on and intently looked through her microscope, working the lens. The doors burst open from the side. Shirley disregarded the people while Joan looked up. Morris Hooper and a brunette woman walked along side him. They went straight for Shirley who still did not look up despite her new audience. Finally, when she could no longer ignore the eyes, she looked up with a roll of the eyes to Morris, "What is it, Morris? I'm busy..."
"Just wanted to introduce you to my girlfriend, Jamie. Jamie, this is Shirley and Joan." Joan shook hands with the woman, though she seemed hardly interested. Morris kept his eyes on the uninterested Shirley, "We met upstairs. A bit of an office romance, I guess." Jamie turned to Shirley, "So you're the consulting
Spaced Out (LestradeXTeen!Reader)"What is the hardest thing about your job?"Spaced Out (LestradeXTeen!Reader) by LowBattery00
"The easiest thing."
"Something you regret?"
"I spent four weeks of one case trying to find a man guilty only to find out that he hadn't done it and that it was the person- in an ironic twist- I least suspected."
Even though Greg's initial response to helping 16 year old (f/n) with her report for school had been the prediction that he'd be constantly annoyed with the questions, he'd admit, when she went into the details of the assignment, he had sort of spaced out for a second, but caught enough words to understand that she just had to ask small, impersonal questions and she'd be done. He sat back in his chair behind his desk, sipping his coffee while (f/n) sat directly across from him, writing quickly on her yellow pad of paper.
He watched her a moment, reminded of a time when he'd been so enthusiastic like that. Not that he didn't love his job, but his vigor for it had died down significantly. A particular subject th
(10) A Study in Skyrim [Sherlock/Skyrim Crossover]For the remaining nights of the full moon, John and Vistha camped in the witches’ cave, while Sherlock and Aela spent their nights in the mountains. They believed it would be the safest thing to do.(10) A Study in Skyrim [Sherlock/Skyrim Crossover] by Darkshine97
John kicked what appeared to be rat bones against the cave wall.
“This place is disgusting.” He said.
“The Glenmoril witches don’t care much for hygiene.” Vistha remarked, clearing a space for him to sit by the fire.
They’d prepared a fire after collecting firewood from outside. The small, flickering fire gave the dank cave an orange glow.
“How did you and Sherlock meet?” Vistha asked.
“We met in prison.” John poked a stick in fire, shifting one of the logs. “We escaped together. I think he’d known exactly how to escape for a long time, but he just didn’t know what he’d do on the outside.”
“So you escaped and came to the college?” Vistha inquired.
“Yes. I saw him transform not l
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