ReticentObsessive
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Software Malfunction by tiger_in_the_flightdeck
Sherlock (TV), Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms
21 Jan 2013
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"You think I can’t love you? Just because you’re made with metal, and detailed programming?” The doctor propped himself on his elbow, and looked down at it. “I am nothing but blood and bone, and tissue. Things just managed get mashed together in a manner that made me like this. Just like you were put together to make you how you are. When I kiss you-” he did so, briefly, to prove his point. Then more deeply, and lingering, because he could. “When I touch you, or smile at you, does it make you feel different from when others have done it in the past?”
Assigned as the head of Medical Research on the Baker, John Watson meets- and quickly falls in love with- Sherlock, a specially commissioned Companion android with a malfunction.
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22 Jan 2013
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You didn’t book Sherlock Holmes; he booked you. You didn’t arrange meetings with Sherlock Holmes, he texted you an address and you had better be there on time. Everyone in the fashion world knew how this went. Sherlock picked everything, which clients he worked for, what photographers he used, even the set of the shoot.
So when John got a text from an unknown number that said 221B Baker Street, come at once if convenient. –SH. He knew better than to ignore it.Bookmarked by ReticentObsessive
18 Dec 2012
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A world in which Sherlock is an artist, not a detective. Though that doesn’t mean he can’t help solve crimes. AU.
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13 Dec 2012
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The story of how John and Sherlock ended up in a relationship. By accident.
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10 Dec 2012
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The Thing Is by TSylvestris
Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms, Sherlock (TV), BBC Sherlock - Fandom
16 Nov 2012
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The problem with living with Sherlock, John thought, was that you never, never, ever knew the significance of anything. Like your flatmate's nose buried in your hair. Whilst you're in bed.
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30 Nov 2012