Fanfics com a tag Johnlock em Inglês

Sherlock is an 17-year-old introverted mutant who considers Xavier's School for Gifted Youngster his home. Besides he doesn't have any friends and both of his parents passed away, Holmes have a smooth life going on... until this guy shows up. John Watson is everything Sherlock most hate in people. There is no chance they could get along at all! Or is there?

Louise Holmes had only few and very simple rules since her mother died, like "never try to contact you uncle Sherlock" or "keep yourself away from uncle Mycroft business", and it was ok for her, she know Sherlock and her grandparents hate her, and Mycroft's business were to scary for a 12 year old, but after an attempt of kidnap she has to break all of them.

Trying to find out who is wants to take her away from uncle Myke, she ends up stuck between old family issues and big criminal organisations, a revage game that started before she was even born, and now she have to solve it and keep those she love safe no matter what.

In a rollercoaster of happenings, some more violent then she expected, Louise have to find out how to put her life and family back together again, hopefully with the happiest ending possible.
― Johnlock, Mormor and Mystrade fanfic (mostly Mystrade)
― passes after tgg and before asib
― 4 Holmes siblings

This Fanfic was, and still is, based on the TV series from BBC ( until then the fourth season), with the exact same actors, to facilitate the visualization of you when reading, and introduction of some new characters, who will have their names and images published at the right times.

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- Sherlock! Sherlock! - I yell desesperate, and soon I hear him coming at the door of our bedroom.

- What's happen, Wats..? - He stops talking, I look astonished, he push me and throws all the sheets, cloths and bears from the crib up.

- She's not here! No, no, no, no! Aaaaaahhhhhhhh!!! - I scream at the top of my lungs, putting my hands on my head, and losing my mind for many seconds, which for me, have become forever, where I knew my Rosie is in the hands of another.

Sherlock takes a small bear, and starts to laugh, a huge, hysterical, irrational laugh.

- It seems to me that we finally have a case, John. - He whirls around, hands me the plush, which apparently was a laughing matter, and leaves.

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