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John Watson was an extraordinary man. He served as an army doctor in Afghanistan and after receiving a bullet wound and returning to London, he became the foil to the brilliant Sherlock Holmes. John may not have always been the most intelligent man but, as a doctor, he could see whenever someone was hurting.
21 de abr. de 2012 · Chills of John Watson Autor´s notes: This is my first fanfiction with Sherlock/John, first I have written it in Czech, but I wanted try something new, I have translated in English. My special thanks belong to I'mThePrincessLoveMe , who was so kind and corrected my story.
Wedding Fluff. Sherlock has been shot in Magnussen's office and is recovering from his injury. Mycroft makes a visit and gets pushed into the right direction - into his brother's arms. And John Watson has to deal with the truth about his wife - and makes a decision that will bring him nothing but happiness.
John Watson tinha tudo para seguir em frente com sua saída do exército, porém não esperava ser intimado para voltar a servir como um dos melhores médicos que possuíam. Ele não tinha como negar, então sua única opção foi sair de Londres e deixar todas as coisas as quais tinha conquistado, inclusive seu melhor amigo, o detetive consultor Sherlock Holmes.
Franky tilts across the booth’s table and whispers conspiratorially as though what he is about to say is any different than any of the other confidential information he happily blabbed about. “Some guys get so stressed they can’t even come.”. Franky darts his eyes to Loid’s face and catches Loid’s ‘too late’ grimace.
Title: Where the Heart Is. Author: The Emcee. Rating: M. Pairing: Jim Moriarty/John Watson, Johnlock. Summary: Jim Moriarty beginnings obsessing over John Watson. One thing leads to another and complications ensue. But that's what John gets for surrounding himself with geniuses. Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Bottom John Watson (Remember that automatic translation is always an option) Both are fifteen years old; Summary. Prohibido resultaría no ceder al estudio intrínseco de cuantas profanas odiseas es capaz de rendir el lascivo cuerpo de quien se ofrece con tanta lubricidad.
