Elementary221B

Okay, let me start that being here was certainly interesting; that was for damn sure. When Mr. Popo asked for assistance and I was picked to help him, I was certainly more than a little shocked. To help the guardian of Earth—even if he was the new guardian—was a huge honor. But…apparently it came with a few quirks. First off: the little Namekian became fond of me almost as soon as I landed on the lookout. Then again, he was only ten years old. Being the innocent, little thing that Dende was, he was able to get away with various things that adults—or even teenagers—might not be able to get away with without a coup

John bounced on the balls of his feet impatiently. What was taking you so long? The scheduling board said you had arrived over 15 minutes ago and you were usually efficient and quick with moving to your next destination, so where were you? Spying your older brother across the station, you crept up behind him with a mischievous grin and pounced on to his back. “You really need to be more observant, Johnny.” He laughed and yanked you over his shoulder so he could sweep you up into a warm hug. “(F/n), you little brat! I was starting to worry. What took you so long?” You giggled, pulling him to you tightly. “You a

You followed John up the stairs to 221B, knowing he thought you were a client but not particularly caring. He opened the door for you and you smiled, such a gentleman Sherlock’s new flatmate was, kind of adorable too… like a little distraught hedgehog. You waltzed into the flat while John announced, “Sherlock we have a client.” As he said it there was a little poof and some colored smoke seeped out of the kitchen so you went to lean on the doorframe with a small grin. Sherlock had his back to you and some safety goggles on his face as he held up a beaker to examine its contents, having completely tuned out John who

Jim Moriarty waltzed into his home late after working at the 'office', doing 'paperwork'. *cough cough. Criminal mastermind! Where!?* Walking into living room, he found you curled into the fetal position on the couch, with a pillow shoved over your head. Deciding to ignore the odd behavior, he approached you smugly. "Honey I'm hooome! Work was a Bitch! So, how's about you and I go up to the bedroom and-" "Fuck. Off." You said sourly, muffled by the pillow. Moriarty's brows drew into a frown. "I was about to suggest much the same thing. But darling, I'd urge you to watch your tone with me." He said threateningly. Suddenly you jumped up right

“Jim, honey!~” You sung, skipping through your boyfriends mansion. (Yes, I said mansion.)  “Babe!” You grinned, coming to a stop outside his study door. “What is it, darling?” Jim asked wearily, too tired to berate you for being ‘annoyingly perky’, as he liked to put it. “Are you done with work?” You asked softly. He groaned, rubbing his forehead. “Yes, I am finally done.” “Fantastic! Now c'mon, Allons-y!” You ran over to him and took his hand, dragging him out the door with you. “Honey, did you just quote Doctor Who again?” “No dear, shhhh~