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ACT I: Six Months After...Chapter 4 – Belief in a Fallen Angel
The next day was an important day. Not only was it John’s first mission for the Order of the Deerstalker…
…but it was going to be the first time that John visited Sherlock’s grave.
John was unable to attend Sherlock’s funeral, punching that superintendent ensured that, and he emotionally couldn't bring himself to go there. Thinking that, if he did go, Sherlock would really be gone.
Mrs. Hudson joined him, and he told her there that he would be leaving Baker Street for a while. He did not tell her the real reason why.
Once she left, John began to talk to the grave, as if Sherlock could listen. He told him all the things he wish he could have, taking back some of the last things he ever told him.
He also broke down and begged for Sherlock to not be dead. He soon began to cry, but soon regained his composure. He stood up tall, gave a quick nod and left.
That night; Sophia and John met, both clad in
ACT I: Six Months After...Chapter 3 – An Empty Silence
John and Sophia got John’s measurements for his uniform and disguises and also got John’s equipment set up. Now they needed to meet with Communications to get their headsets and their frequency.
“The private frequency is in case HQ gets hijacked” Sophia explained to John.
“You will also be needing a codename, so enemies won’t know your real name” Melody added as she checked for a vacant frequency. After a little digging, the Communications Officer laughed.
“What’s so funny?” John asked
“Your frequency is 221” Melody smiled.
“What about our codenames?” John asked
“Sophia’s name is Spitfire” Melody informed him “and yours is…” she checked the database “Baggins”
John was unamused by his codename. He wasn’t that short!
“My codename is Tonks,” Melody continued, “I will be your CO tonig
ACT I: Six Months After...Chapter 2 – The Order’s Mission
Melody and John walked through the headquarters of the Order, of which John noted on being low-tech, until they got to a door with a plaque reading:
Underneath the plaque, someone stuck a sticky note reading ‘mum’. Melody laughed as she took the note off of the door. “Oh Sophia”
“She nicknamed Director ‘mum’” Melody explained, “says it is a sign of respect”
She knocked on the door and a kind, yet commanding voice said “Come in”
The room was, relatively, nice. A woman was sitting behind a desk looking through some files.
“Thank you Tonks, return to Communications”
Melody left, shutting the door behind her.
“Now,” Director said, putting the files in a folder, “I bet you are wondering why you are here?”
Director smiled and began to explain, “
UntitledAlmost ten months had passed.
John Watson was sitting in his, now solo, flat. He tried to get away, but he couldn’t leave. Mrs. Hudson already lost one boy. So he stayed. For her sake. He was interrupted from his thoughts when someone knocked on the door.
John sighed. He hoped it wasn’t another reporter, wishing to besmirch his former flat-mate’s name ever more. He answered the door and saw a boy and girl. Both in their early 20’s.
The boy was pale, had spiky black hair and grey eyes, carrying a bag. The girl was olive-toned, had long red hair on a pony-tail and green eyes behind glasses. They both were dressed normally. But the one aspect that caught the former army doctor’s attention were that they were wearing buttons that said “I Believe in Sherlock Holmes”
“Err…” the boy said “John Watson?”
“Yes…” John answered “Who are you and what are you doing here?”
“My name is
ACT I: Six Months After...Chapter 1 - Lady Fate Has Pink Hair
John Watson was not paying attention to is surroundings. Ever since Sherlock’s death six months ago, he has just been going through the motions.
John was snapped out of his thoughts when he ran into a young woman; olive skin, striking green eyes and short bubble-gum pink hair. She wore a medical bracelet.
“N-no” John said, “it was my fault; I wasn't paying attention”
“I’m Melody by the way,” the girl offered her hand “Melody Brown”
“Oh, I am so sorry” Melody’s eyes became sad, “I heard about your friend, he was a great man, he was. Taken from us all too soon”
“You don’t think Richard Brook was real?” John inquired
“There are real records for the show they say he is in,” Melody explained.
John almost smiled. She was a Believer. He wanted to ask her if she was behind the
PrologueThere was once a brave knight who was a healer and a warrior. He fought in the name of his kingdom. He fought in a war, fighting for, saving the lives, of people he never met.
In one battle, he got an injury. He had almost died, but it seemed like Lady Fate had other plans for him. He lived, but seen as unable to return to battle. He was sent back home.
Life after was dull and dreary, plagued by nightmares. He ached, yearned and desired adventure. That was when he came into his life, a sorcerer. It was an old friend who introduced the knight to him. He helped solve all the strange goings on, and together they got a nice flat to live together. The sorcerer had given a lasting impression on the knight, telling him his entire life story, from his injury, to his sister; the town drunk.
Almost everyone said not to get involved with the sorcerer, warning him that his magic would soon become dark. The knight ignored these words.
As they lived together, the knight’s opinion of the
The TruthIroh wrung the wet cloth and gently mopped his nephew's forehead. It has been a few hours since Zuko had collapsed, and Iroh has not left his side since.
Now Zuko hasn't awoken for a while which worried Iroh. But Iroh still stayed by his side, mopping the Prince's forehead.
Iroh didn't notice Zuko groaning at first, but he did soon after. Iroh soon saw Zuko move his head, moaning in possible discomfort.
"Zuko " Iroh said in concern for his nephew's well being
Zuko opened his eyes slowly.
"Zuko, how are you feeling?"
Zuko tried to get up, but Iroh gently pushed him down, but Zuko was still as stubborn as a donkey-horse
Iroh's eyes widened, he didn't know if it was the fever, or if Zuko knowingly acknowledged Iroh as his father, but then it would mean the fever melted the lies Ozai made.
Iroh was always fond of Ursa, especially after his own wife, Jasmine, died giving birth to Lu Ten.
Iroh didn't realize his true feelings for Ursa until Ozai was called away on d
Red Letter Day - Prologue
So here I am, writing.
I’m writing, I’m writing – just as you told me to.
I’m writing, I’m writing, I’m writing.
Have you ever noticed that when the sun goes down, this flat changes? It does. The walls are white during the day and lingering brown at night. During the day, I’m with you and the light from outside paints the walls that heavenly color. But when that sun goes down, the demons wake and I’m alone again, even though you’re just a room away.
Somehow it seems less threatening tonight, and I think it’s because you’ve given me an assignment to try and fight off the darkness. You gave me a stack of papers and a pen and told me to write everything that comes to mind.
It’s a strange feeling to have complete freedom. These empty pages are mine to do whatever I please – I could even wipe my ass with them – but they’re also terribly intimidating. The blank page has always been a nemesis of man. It&
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