Miyazaki-A2

It’s been a year and a half, which is ridiculous. It feels like only last month I was crouched by your body in the gutter across the street from our San Antonio home, half-collapsed in the bushes there because I could not hold myself up against the strength of my own weeping. I’m sorry I haven’t written for you in a while. I try not to think about you, because when I do, I imagine a bumper crashing into my own forehead, crumbling my skull inwards and piercing my very identity— and that line of thought is good for no one. I still dream about you and think that you’re real— and when I sleep in my own bed, e

Title: Bohemia, Bohemia's a Fantasy in Your Head Pairing/Characters: Sherlock/John, Wilhelm Ormstein, Irene Adler. Rating: PG to PG-13, maybe for language and mentions of sex-tapes. Word count: Just under 5000. Summary-type-thing: A BBC update on "A Scandal in Bohemia".  This may have been done before, but if it has I never read one, so enjoy. Warnings: Un-Beta'd, Un-Britpicked. See a mistake, point it out, and I may just give you a cyber-hug. :3 Disclaimer: The only thing I can lay claim to is the order of the words. Notes: Actually, the notes'd be better at the end of the fic. See you there. ^^ == It was mid-March when S

She stood in the middle of the training field, totally alone for once. She tried not to wonder where in the world everyone was. She tried not to wonder about anything at all. She reveled in the aloneness, the quiet, and let out a long, silent sigh. She reached up to the top of her head and pulled at the rubber band that held one of her omnipresent buns together. She smiled contently when her long, chocolate brown tresses fell down to her right shoulder. Then she reached up and repeated the process for the left side, slipping the rubber bands around her wrist. When both of her buns were demolished, she ran her fingers through her tussled hair,