AliceSliversteen

Sherlock's ears perked at the rather.. distracting noise that came from John. Scrape. Crunch, crunch, crunch. "Mmmff." Sherlock's ears were virgins no more. The detective admired John from over his newspaper. For the past minute or so John had been delighted in having a good cup of tea and biting into his jam toast. Sherlock watched as he took another bite. John practically radiated ecstasy. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, eyelids fluttering closed and his mouth full with the delicious sweetness that was strawberry jam. He munched some more. Sherlock licked his lips. "Nnnnmph." John groaned, spoiling himself with another bite. S

“Don’t go.” He had to. They needed him back in heaven. They needed his guidance. He had already been on Earth for far too long, he needed to return to the other angels. John knew that, yet he still refused to let Sherlock leave. The angel merely gave him a sorrowful smile. Tears streamed down John’s face. Sherlock wiped away a tear with his thumb. “I have to John.” “But I don’t want you to.” The light around them grew brighter and warmer, its beautiful fingers grabbing onto Sherlock. John held Sherlock’s coat tighter. No, he wasn’t going anywhere, not on John’s watch. He

Chapter One - A replacement for the nicotine patches The case Sherlock was working on was far from being solved. Although he should have enough information to do so there was no progress. Sherlock couldn't think of the right conclusion that fitted all the facts. All possibilities he thought of left something that didn't fit the facts. So Sherlock's mood wasn't the best and John had gone out to buy something sweet to eat. Sherlock noticed that he was out of nicotine patches, which was pretty bad in his current state, but he was too lazy to text John about this problem. He decided that he would wait until the doctor would come back and then

Sherlock picked up his phone, and typed, 'John. I'm sorry. – SH'. His fingers were shaking as he pressed send. John sat up straight, he had just dozed off in the living room after watching the News, and the buzzing of his phone in his pocket had made him jump, he unlocked his mobile phone and looked at the text. His eyes filled with tears and took a few moments to take in the fact that his one wish could have come true. 'Sherlock. You're alive? -JW' he replied. A few moments later, he received another message, 'That is irrelevant. You need to come pick me up. – SH' 'Irrelevant?! But... Ugh. Where are you, Sherlock? – JW."