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Bilbo didn’t think he would wake up in the morning. He certainly didn’t want to wake up in the morning. What he became fully aware of when he was waking up was the biting and mind-numbing pain in his stomach and stinging of his left cheek. He was really, really hot.  As far as he could tell, he was in agony.   In the night, he had somehow managed to roll on his side so his back faced the company and his knife wound was elevated. Most of the Company were awake, Balin, Dori Bombur and Goin were still asleep, and occupied themselves by talking, cooking and checking on wounds from last night. None were too bad. Ori, Bombur,

Sherlock Holmes sighed for the upteenth time as Greg Lestrade explained the scene around them “Is there a problem?” the D.I. asked “Yes. You’re boring me” Sherlock replied curtly “Why don’t you just leave then?” Donovan sneered “Because you need me.” Sherlock spat before taking a single look around the crime scene and back to Lestrade “It was the step-sister” he stated simply before turning on his heel and hailing a cab to Baker Street. He arrived 10 minutes later, dumping his belstaff coat onto the couch and rounding into the kitchen. John would be back in 3 to 4 h

Magnus Martinsson was never really one for child murders, he found them sickening. So when the body of young girls began to be found here and there around Ystad, he was ready to hang up his coat. But, with a heavy heart, he obediently made his way to the crime scene. This had been the fifth murder of an ongoing chain and the whole department remained stumped and clueless. And on top of that, every child who had been brutally murdered, the rest of their family were soon to follow. So pretty much they had at least 10 deaths to handle; the situation was starting to become quite dire as the bodies stacked up and to make things ever-so-slightly w

It was the Winter of 2014; Sherlock –and John- had nearly solved a Case. Men’s dead bodies had been turning up naked, bloody, bruised and showing obvious signs of Rape. But the thing that disturbed everyone the most was the fact that they were all missing enormous amounts of blood. It had taken a few hours for Sherlock to solve it, but when he did, he rushed back to the Flat he and John shared. “John!” Sherlock exclaimed and burst into 221B Baker Street “I know where the murderer is!” He paused at the silence of the flat. “John?” he said, quietly. His eyes narrowed at the mess before him and a

Summary: Sherlock is arrested as a suspect for murder once a serial killer if found dead. In the end, his innocence is found too late. In his cell, something happens to the detective that traumatizes him to the max. Will he ever be the same again? Or will he be forever the empty shell of a once great man? Rating: T Will definitely have triggers In later chapters. Enjoy~! “Oh for God sake Lestrade!” Sherlock Holmes growled as he was shoved onto the bonnet of a police car bonnet by another man who snapped handcuffs onto his wrists. Lestrade merely shook his head “Sorry mate” he began “A serial killer, that only

Sherlock Holmes wearing black skinny jeans and his purple shirt and casually lying on his couch in 221b counting the cracks in the ceiling (24) when the T.A.R.D.I.S noise sounded throughout the room, he sighed and answered his phone and placed it against his ear “Holmes. Speak quickly and don’t be boring.” he answered and he heard someone sobbing from the other line “S-Sherlock… Help me… Please…” Sherlock frowned “Keera? Keera, is that you?” Sherlock said instantly sitting up straight “He’s coming for me…” Sherlock gripped his phone tighter “Kee

The Doctor sighed and ran a hand through his spikey hair. “Bored…” he muttered. He was leaning against the TARDIS’ Console, he had run out of places to go once more and was pretty much stumped. An alarm rang out through the empty console room and the Doctor jumped to the small screen. It showed a small black hole that was no bigger than Earth the Doctor licked his lips “Should I?” he wondered aloud “I have been quite bored lately. This could spark up something fun to do…” the Doctor thought for another few minutes “Ah to hell with it!” he pulled some levers and the TARDI

“We are here brother.” Mycroft Holmes said and his younger sibling looked up from the floor “Hm?” Sherlock Holmes mused “We are here.” Mycroft repeated and Sherlock looked out of the widow of the black car. “Oh.” “Good Luck.” “I don’t need luck.” Sherlock snapped and got out of the car “I will be here if you need me.” “Why would I need you either?” “I will still be here.” “Fine.” Sherlock glared at Mycroft and entered the fancy restaurant. The waiters opened the door and took his long coat with small smiles, t

(Originally 'Sherlock Holmes and the Cat') Sherlock gazed through the microscope intently as John came in, soaked to the bone. Sherlock took no notice to him as he dumped soaking bags onto the table; he raised an eyebrow and looked up as he saw a small kitten in John’s arms. “What are you doing with that?” he asked “It was sitting in the rain, I couldn’t just leave it.” “Yes you could.” “Shut up” “You are not keeping it.” “Sherlock, this is my flat to, so I’m keeping it whether you like it or not” Sherlock walked towards Watson and plucked the ca

Sherlock walked casually into St Barts with Josie close behind, Sherlock turned a corner and entered the lab where Molly sat, and she looked up “Hi, Sherlock!” “Good morning Molly.” Sherlock said simply “So, who’s this?” Molly indicated Josie behind Sherlock “Molly, meet Josephine. Josephine, Molly Hooper.” “Hello Miss Hooper.” Josie said shyly “Oh, call me Molly. So, what did Sherlock do to make you follow him around?” Molly smiled “What did I tell you about Jokes, Molly?” Sherlock sighed and Josie elbowed him in the ribs “I’m Sherlo

Sequel Series to 'The Kindness of Sherlock Holmes' John Watson rubbed his eyes and looked to the clock. He had been working on his blog for almost an hour. He pondered for a moment on whether he should visit Sherlock and Josie before shaking his head and standing up. He grabbed his coat and closed the flat door behind him, as he walked down the stairs. He walked out of the door and hailed a cab. “Saint Barts” he said and they were on their way. They drove for 5 minutes until a Taxi came to a sudden stop “What’s wrong?” John frowned to the Cabbie “Can’t get passed” the cabbie replied simply &

“That is the last straw Sherlock!” John Watson shouted “This has gone too far! First you ruin the house before my date arrives and now you insult Sarah! Enough is enough.” “John-” Sherlock Holmes sighed “No, that’s enough from you, just leave.” John interrupted, indicating the door “You do know that this is technically my apartm-“ “Out!” Sherlock stood still for a few moments before taking his jacket and fastening the first few buttons. He stopped just before he left the apartment and without turning around said “I’m sorry…” the moment

Skulduggery sighed and looked at the blinking stars in the sky. The war had been won and his side was victorious, but at what cost…? His thoughts were cut off as a piercing scream rang out in the dark night. His head snapped towards the sound and he darted for it. On his arrival the front door of a house was open; slowly he got out his revolver and held it tightly in his bony hand. He poked his head through the open door to find a corpse strewn on the floor. The face was contorted with fear, and most of the body’s bones looked broken and the back was bent at a sickening angle. But the eyes, were the most disturbing, one of them h

I was once a young and beautiful girl Long dazzling hair that shone like the sun Soft smooth skin and eyes that sparkled like pearls Alas, this can never become undone I am now a monster with yellow fangs My hair is now snakes that hiss on my head And my skin is now scaly green and hangs My eyes no longer pretty, but now red But it is you I love, my perfect man My Greek God it is you to betray me But with my stony glare everyone ran With a mirror powers are gone from thee They try to slay me I cannot allow I was once pretty, but look at me now…

"What?" stutters Lestrade "by whom?" We didn’t answer We never managed to because a gun rang out and a bullet was fired. Instinctively, we ducked as another 5 bullets were shot "Christ!" John shouted "He's run out of bullets!" UK shouts "Lestrade!” I shout to the DI "Get this building on lockdown, no one leaves!" Lestrade nods and jogged away we both hear a moan from the floor and look down. Sherlock is leaning against the wall with his eyes screwed shut, he's clutching his arm which is pouring with blood. "Sherlock!" John shouts and runs to him. Me and UK inspect the bullet holes closely, 4 of the 6 bullets fired are close t

Chapter 1 You sigh as you exit your house and walk to your friend’s house; once again it’s just a typical day. You walk carefully across one of the roads and fiddle with your phone as you get a text. You continue walking; however you do not see the man in front of you. So the both of you collide and you drop your phone and everything spills out of your bag as you fall on the floor. You hear a gruff voice above you                                                                     “Sorry.” It says, you look up and a weird sight greets you. A very tall and oddly dressed man stands in front of you. He seems to be at lea