Nerdy-For-Life

    The thing one must keep in mind with Anderson is that his basic function in life is to simply make others seem intelligent by comparison. He is utterly annoying and a dreadful conversationalist and how he's made it as long as he had in the world is still one of the better known mysteries we still have. Just this once though, this one time, Anderson would have actual use.    Sherlock looked at Anderson through the blinding light of the flashlight in his hands. He was shocked, and cursed himself silently for thinking of this plan but he knew it had to be done. Sherlock asked Anderson to stand on the boat with him, only for a while. Anders

  "WATSON! WATSON COME BACK! WATSON!" Sherlock ran out of the thick gardens, jumping over the gate, circling around and around until he fell to his knees on the ground. He looked away only for a moment- not even a moment, maybe a few mere seconds and he still managed to lose her.  'No, no this can't be happening. I can't lose her. I can't let this happen again.' Sherlock thought to himself silently. He clutched the note, the scent of her light perfume still etched to the paper. He was a certified wreck and he was angry at the entire world, but more so at himself for letting her slip through his fingers. A high functioning sociopath that is c

         Isabelle sat in her room in the Institute, looking out the window from her bed. She looked out into the sunlight, laying in strewn about sheets and blankets with her head propped against a pillow and her hair extremely messy and tangled in odd places. She grabbed her phone from the nightstand and turned it on.         "NO NEW MESSAGES" the screen brightly displayed. She let a small sigh escape her lips before she turned the screen back off, replaced it on the nightstand, and continued to look out the window. Simon told her that he'd text her, but he still hadn't sent her anything. Granted that it was only 6 in the morning, but stil

 "Well?" You asked. Sherlock looked at you, handing you the note. As you read over it, you kept thinking how the note even got onto your back. "The star to the right.... That's a line from Peter Pan." "Except in Peter Pan, it's the second star, not the first." Sherlock said, deep in thought. You looked up at the right sky, to see nothing but clouds. "There aren't even any stars to begin with." You spoke aloud. Slowly, thoughts began to come to your mind. Star.... Dawn.... Where have you heard those before? Star..... Dawn.... Star.... You looked into the garden, and found something shimmering, to the left. "Sherlock.." you said. He looke

I love to think you think of me, that you're always there. I love to know you're mine, to think it's only fair. I love to feel this way, With you everything's okay. I love the ways you make me laugh and smile, how you make my heart feel it's raced a mile. I love the way we talk for hours at night, knowing in our dreams you hold me tight. I love how you care about me, and I can't believe how stupid I'd be. I used to think this wasn't what it is, but to find out this truth, well t'is a lot for me to process through, because the truth is, I love you

My beautiful one,       I have not met you yet. I may never meet you at the      rate my plan is working out. The Shadowhunters are      relentless. Yet I cannot help but think of you, and who you      could be. What you could be really. I wonder how you see me,      how you imagine me, who you think I am. I am not a good      person, far from it. But it is something I cannot control.      But maybe, just maybe, I could change that upon meeting you.      Prehaps you could be the one that changes me. You'd win an      award from the Shadowhunters I'm sure. But don't expect my      part of the family at the wedding, or many