Johnathan's Real ZingIt felt like an electric shock. I had seen her before, but never like this. We made eye contact in the crowd, and I felt the most extraordinary feeling ever- all of the force and sensation of an electric shock, but with the pain gone and love instead. Mavis was standing there with her father, Drac, and they looked so pale and mysterious. There was some confusion, seeing how I'm a human and my new wife and father-in-law are vampires. All of their friends are different monsters, but that's a totally different story. Shortly after the confusion and culture shock wore off, I moved into the Hotel Transylvania, to be with all of my friends and my
Sherlock+John's Christmases Parts IV and VSherlock had made a living solving crime. He had moved to London, putting the past behind him. He went from flat to flat, unable to settle down. He began to consult for Scotland Yard, and made quite a lot of money, but he just wasn't happy. He had finally been diagnosed as a sociopath, and while it relieved him, it brought no closure for his bleak childhood. He lost contact with his mother and watched via the tabloids as Mycroft rose through the ranks of government. He was alive, but wasn't living.One cold morning he was walking back to his current lodgings, out on a stroll, when he decided to get some coffee. But all of the stores were clo
Sherlock+John's Christmas II and IIIA few years had passed. Sherlock woke up on Christmas morning to the sound of cars honking. Lovely. Mycroft was home from Eton, and was making Sherlock miserable by demanding attention from everyone in the neighborhood. Today would be no different, all about Mycroft. Their mother was making Mycroft's favourite breakfast, Mycroft's favourite cookies. She never did this for Sherlock, ever. She didn't like him as much as his brother, and made little to no effort to conceal this. Their relationship was strained, and as cold as the wind outside. Mycroft's return made everything worse. Sherlock went to his wardrobe and extracted the box of nicotine
Sherlock + John's Christmas 1"Sherlock! It's Christmas, and Mummy said I can't open my presents 'til you come down." Mycroft Holmes yanked his brother's blanket off of him. Sherlock was clad in a rocket ship onesie."Boring," said Sherlock with a yawn. "I already know what I got.""Prove it.""You got me a microscope and Mum got me clothes. Boring." Mycroft looked hurt."Fine then, bastard. Stay up here all morning.""Mum said you're not allowed to call me that.""Well, she's not here, is she?""I'm telling." Sherlock retrieved his blanket."Arse." Mycroft slammed the door to Sherlock's bedroom, and tromped town the stairs. Sherlock grumbled and rolled over. He t
Sherlock's Friend Juan (Crackfic)"I don't have friends. I've only got Juan." Sherlock Holmes had met Juan for the first time in Mexico City when Sherlock was fifteen and Juan seventeen. Sherlock was on the trail of a mysterious American named Lauren, who had stolen his lunch money and then fled to Mexico City. She was mysterious, and had gained a reputation among the locals for being sneaky and conniving, not to mention mysterious. Juan's father owned a ritzy hotel, La Puta, and an expensive restaurant, La Plata De Nada. Juan lived in the hotel. And Sherlock was about to rock his world. Sherlock wasn't quite sure, but he had a hunch that Lauren The Great American Lunch M