



Actually, a BIG part of the stories have several slash innuendos. But this story have really a lot! See it; is a very complicated case, and seeing no solution, Holmes takes a serious decision: make the role of a thief (or a vigilante in this case), stealing the documents of the villain, invading his house illegaly. Watson knows that Holmes’s career will be in danger if he be catched, so, his argument:
“- Well, I don’t like it; but I suppose it must be - said I. - When do we start?”
- You are not coming.
- Then you are not going - said I. - I give you my word of honour—and I never broke it in my life—that I will take a cab straight to the policestation and give you away unless you let me share this adventure with you.
- You can’t help me.
- How do you know that? You can’t tell what may happen. Anyway, my resolution is taken. Other people beside you have self-respect and even reputations.
Holmes had looked annoyed, but his brow cleared, and he clapped me on the shoulder.
- Well, well, my dear fellow, be it so. We have shared the same room for some years, and it would be amusing if we ended by sharing the same cell. You know, Watson, I don’t mind confessing to you that I have always had an idea that I would have made a highly efficient criminal. This is the chance of my lifetime in that direction.”
So, the two friends go invading the house. A little piece when Holmes takes the hand of Watson for help him:
“He seized my hand in the darkness and led me swiftly past banks of shrubs which brushed against our faces. Holmes had remarkable powers, carefully cultivated, of seeing in the dark. Still holding my hand in one of his he opened a door, and I was vaguely conscious that we had entered a large room in which a cigar had been smoked not long before.”
So, Holmes heard a noise, and he and Watson hidden. When Watson started thinking in freak out, this happens:
“I felt Holmes’s hand steal into mine and give me a reassuring shake, as if to say that the situation was within his powers and that he was easy in his mind.”
How more Sir Arthur Conan Doyle books I read, more hard I found myself shipping these two.
YES IT WAS JAWN.
IT WAS.
DON’T HIDE FROM YOUR FEELINGS JAWN.
WE CAN BE TOGETHER.
TOGETHER JAWN.
When John goes out:
I posted a Johnlock in english (thanks again for my beloved singtillyounuts for do the role of beta reader in it!).
I’ll love reviews and comments in general :-)
… hey!
I posted a new Sherlock fic!
New is a strong word. I posted it ages ago, but, thanks to my dear friend Julia, (singtillyounuts), I posted it in english now.
I’ll love reviews, folks! :-)
