I’ve been insanely busy of late, running a Retro Convention with my husband! With that said and done now.. The Game Is Now on for London! A group of us fans will be traveling to London, for Martin Freeman’s play [The Dumb Waiter], and for The Game Is Now! If you’re in the area come hang out with us, this February! More Plotting, Fan Art, and Fan Fiction soon!
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Sherlock and John are still miles apart going to different colleges, but they still remain close at heart. I believe in happy endings! This another brilliant segment by mydogwatson! Art by mashakukhar!
A Short Teaser..
As pleasant as it would have been for Sherlock, it was unhappily not possible for him to spend all of his time in the chemistry lab. There were other [boring] classes that one was occasionally required to attend and also occasionally one needed to eat and to sleep and whenever he tried doing either one of those things in the lab someone would point out the idiotic rules.
Some things, of course, would have been dangerous to do anywhere someone might see.
He had a small bedsit in a house on the edge of the town centre, having persuaded his annoying brother that forcing him into the company of others in one of the residential halls could lead to nothing good. Mycroft didn’t know about the drugs, of course. If he had done, Sherlock knew that his brother would have instantly dragged him off to some dreadful facility and forced him into sobriety. Worse, he would have run to Mummy and tattled.
All of which was completely unnecessary, of course. He was not an addict; he was a user. The cocaine did not control him; he controlled it. Although no doubt Mycroft would simply label it an act of childish rebellion. What did he know anyway? His only rebellious act was to sneak a third slice of cake.
At least cocaine wasn’t fattening.
Admittedly, though, the morning after could be a bit grim. But he hadn’t really understood how very grim it could actually be until this particular morning. [Or afternoon, really, given the angle of the sun coming in through the window.] Unpleasant reality only hit when he rolled over and managed to open his eyes to discover John Watson sitting in the room’s lone chair.
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