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Bluebell can FLY

Post reichenbach Lestrade wastes his days. John doesn’t approve. I thought this would work with the prompt. I didn’t have enough time to work on it. (Got side tracked, whoops!)

Prompt 2: Sloth (team Harry)

by thesociopathshavethephonebox

Prompt 2: Sloth (Team Harry)

By thesociopathshavethephonebox

Sherlock wasn’t supposed to do this anymore.

Everyone was trying to stop him all of the time.

But now John thinks that he is dead and Mycroft has loosened his grip. Sherlock has some time to himself.

And it is just so boring. The world has clicked back into the same old place it was in before John walked in the lab of St. Bart’s. He can’t even take cases without the fear of being recognized. All he can do is sit around in a rubbish apartment staring at the walls.

But no one knows about his hiding place here.

No one knows how prepared he was. 

Stupid Mycroft.

Who didn’t think to scour the apartment for drugs before Sherlock moved in.

Stupid John.

For actually believing Sherlock’s suicide.

Stupid World.

Because no one realized that afterwards all Sherlock had to do was stay perfectly still, just as he had for the past few days.

Something quick before bed 

Harry hadn’t moved in god knows how long, she didn’t even bother turning on the telly. She was so hungover she couldn’t think without the raging headache invading her mind. The light was too bright, the movement to weakening. The only things she did was slowly chew away at a bag of crisps. Harry wasn’t sad, or depressed. She was just intensely  hungover and lazy as ever. In that moment she quickly decided that she wouldn’t move for the remainder of the day.