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Butterflies - A Sherlock Fic ch.10 "Sherlock, what the bloody hell did you do to your face!" were the first words out of John Watson's mouth when he saw his flatmate.
Sherlock looked up at him somewhat forlornly. "Shaving accident."
"That... Sherlock, do you really think I'm that daft?"
Sherlock had not exactly been tending to the wound that adorned his cheek.
"You've cut yourself right on the cheekbone!"
"Well, The Woman did say that was a possibility," the detective smirked.
"What?"
"Never mind. Nice that you're back. And talking to me." He stopped, looking closer at John.
"You met somebody."
The doctor threw his hands in the air. "Nothing I do gets past you!"
"AndButterflies - A Sherlock Fic ch.10in Literature, Sherlock

Butterflies - A Sherlock Fic ch.9 It was surprisingly easy to ignore Sherlock Holmes. Of course, the consulting detective did not make it difficult. He had gotten into one of his dark, quiet moods. It was just as well. John Watson could easily go about the flat, come and go as he pleased, and not have to worry about sudden plans coming up.
He hadn't gotten back with Sarah, though, so there was not as much going out as he would have liked.

About two days of brooding, he decided that perhaps he would take a week's vacation to one of the channel islands. He'd heard Guernsey was nice, and he'd only ever been to Jersey.
They weren't taking clients, obviously. Sherlock never dButterflies - A Sherlock Fic ch.9in Literature, Sherlock

Butterflies - A Sherlock Fic ch.8 "It's too dangerous to be around you, John. I like you, but I like my life a little bit more."
"Sarah, I... It can stop."
"It can, but it won't, John. Look at you. You look... excited. You're full of energy. You're only like that when you're with him."
"Well, of course fighting the people who attacked my flatmate is going to get my heart pumping."
Sarah raised her eyebrows. "That's not what I mean, John."
"What do you mean?"
"You care about him more than you care about me. Listen. You and I are either going to be serious or we're not. I'm getting too old for middle-of-the-road relationships. I don't want to take second place to anyoneButterflies - A Sherlock Fic ch.8in Literature, Sherlock

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BBC Sherlock - He Who Takes the Blame John had not spoken to him for days. Sherlock vaguely understood the reasoning, of course. The doctor was angry that Sherlock had said less than pleasant things to Harry, causing her, in turn, to take offense and go out to drink.
"She's been sober for two months!" John yelled at Sherlock.
"She is responsible for her own actions," Sherlock retorted.
John had fallen silent after that. He would not speak to the consulting detective, nor would he answer texts from him.
After three days, he decided that being around Sherlock was only making him angrier. He called his girlfriend Amanda, who allowed him to come and spend a few days.

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Butterflies - A Sherlock Fic ch.7 "Boring."
"Boring."
"Boring."

That's all John had been hearing all week. Ever since his blog had reached such a wide readership, they had potential clients traipsing through the flat at all hours of the day. Mrs. Hudson finally had them put up a sign for business hours, which John found amusing and useful and which Sherlock found annoying.
There were one or two cases where Sherlock paid more attention, but he did not even have to leave the apartment to solve the cases for the clients. They gave him his fee - John had insisted upon charging something - and left happy.

One evening, Sherlock threw his hands up in despair. He had been waitiButterflies - A Sherlock Fic ch.7in Literature, Sherlock

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Butterflies - A Sherlock Fic ch.6 "Sure, you've got it, friend," one of Sherlock's favours promised. Sherlock tried his best not to wrinkle his nose at the word "friend."
The man who owed him a favour was a large one. Bigger than Angelo, and even more grateful. He preferred not to discuss the circumstances of this, however. Though not his real name, he preferred to be called "Julio."
The man was quite smart. Not a proper genius by any means, but clever. Sherlock had respect for him, and this respect prompted him to assist the poor man in the past. That, and the case proved too interesting to be turned down.

---

"John, would you care to get milk?" Sherlock called from thButterflies - A Sherlock Fic ch.6in Literature, Sherlock

Butterflies - A Sherlock Fic ch.5 As soon as they were outside of St. Bart's, John turned to Sherlock and nearly exploded. "What the bloody hell was that?"
"An experiment," Sherlock defended.
John touched his fingers to the bridge of his nose and sighed, pacing back and forth. "Sherlock! You can't just mess with people's feelings like that!"
Sherlock did not respond. "I will explain to her tomorrow that I was collecting data. She will understand."
"No, Sherlock, she won't understand. She is in love with you, is infatuated with you, and you can't just mess around with her."

Sherlock hailed a taxi and did not say a word on the way home, despite John's attempts at converButterflies - A Sherlock Fic ch.5in Literature, Sherlock

Butterflies - A Sherlock Fic ch.4 Sherlock ate his supper at his computer, as usual. He was blogging away and updating his personal case files. And mostly avoiding John, as well. He was certain that the doctor had heard Mrs. Hudson's comment.
He sighed and stood up. He was not one for dealing with potentially "emotional" situations, as it were, but he figured it was better to get it dealt with so it did not cause any more unwanted tension with his flatmate. John was sitting in front of the telly, watching whatever crap shows were on in the evenings.

But just then, John decided it was time to go to the kitchen, and Sherlock did not particularly feel up to following John aroButterflies - A Sherlock Fic ch.4in Literature, Sherlock

Butterflies - A Sherlock Fic ch.3 The flat was spotless when John came downstairs the next morning.
"I thought Mrs. Hudson said she wasn't our housekeeper," he said, rubbing his eyes groggily.
"She did," Sherlock said. He was wide awake and bouncing around the kitchen. There were pancakes on the table, steaming.
"I couldn't find the syrup and I didn't want to make any," the detective explained when John stared, confused.
"You... you made this?"
Sherlock nodded. "What, you thought I was completely useless but for my mind? I did live on my own before you, you know."
"Yes, but," John could not finish his sentence. He wondered if this strange behaviour was the result oButterflies - A Sherlock Fic ch.3in Literature, Sherlock

Butterflies - A Sherlock Fic ch.2 Hours after John discovered the reason for Sherlock's odd behaviour, the detective burst out of his bedroom. He slipped on his jacket and scarf and barreled out the door. A minute later, he popped his head back in, a still-bewildered John staring at him.
"Aren't you coming?" Sherlock asked, as if it were obvious that John should follow. The doctor blinked.
"Oh, ah, yes. Yes I am. Let me get my jacket."

Sherlock had already summoned a taxi by the time John came out the door. He was greeted with raised eyebrows and a look that said, could you have taken any longer?

They passed the museum where Soo Lin Yao was murdered. They passed the colButterflies - A Sherlock Fic ch.2in Literature, Sherlock

Butterflies - A Sherlock Fic ch.1 Being around Sherlock was rubbing off on him, that was for certain. John Watson found himself sizing up people - not to the extent that Sherlock did, though - as he met them. He was more keenly aware of details, though he knew that he could never measure up to the World's Only Consulting Detective.

But it did not take a great master of deduction to notice that there was something off about Sherlock lately. It was not boredom, oh no. There was no way that he was bored with two yet unsolved murders currently occupying his mind. Scotland Yard had its hands full: it appeared another serial killer had made his way onto the scene. John had faith tButterflies - A Sherlock Fic ch.1in Literature, Sherlock

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Toxic Anomaly Try living in a world made for people whose brains have a different directional preference. Try worshiping your god while everyone around you shoves theirs down your throat. Try residing in American suburbia: a splotch of color in a sea of white. White fences, white walls, white people - and you, a speck of dirt: a blemish.

You can pretend it doesn't affect you. You're not so special that you can resist it. No matter how strong-willed and pigheaded you are, it corrodes your self-esteem. Like rain washing away a riverbank, there will be but a memory of your resolve.
Your resolve is dissolved.

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