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Some people have a black mark on them which means they have a soulmate out there somewhere. That mark is where you first touch your soulmate. When Sherlock first meets John, he notes that John has black finger tips on his right hand. Sherlock knows that he has no black marks having searched when he was younger. He invites John to share a flat with him even though he knows one day John will find his soulmate and leave Sherlock. But then Moriarty happens and Sherlock is forced to leave by way of faking his own death. He will never forget the way John yelled while he lie there in a pool of fake blood.
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20 Mar 2025
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Gregory Lestrade had a ring on his finger--but he wasn't married. He felt like it, most days, but if he was married, maybe then he could get a divorce. Most marriages, however, didn't involve some sort of permanent mystical tie between two people. His did. That made things a bit more complicated.
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23 Jan 2025
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For some at least, the natural evolution of things may, in fact, be a divergence from what is usually considered human.
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22 Jan 2025
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The Dogs of War by EventHorizon
Fandoms: Sherlock (TV), Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms
09 Jun 2020
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Terrifying, devil-like creatures have periodically appeared on Earth through portals that defy explanation as to where they'll appear or what the intention is for opening them. This new arrival is a bit more of a handful than many, but Greg Lestrade has signed on for the job of tending to the ferocious fellow and he's nothing if not dedicated to giving it his best go...
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19 Nov 2024
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The moon shone brightly on the garden, the colours of the roses now muted blue-greys like pebbles along the shore. A shiver ran down his spine as the hairs on his neck tingled.
“Hello?” he said. Looked to the left and the right. Not a soul. “Who’s there?” His grip on the umbrella handle was clammy.
A foghorn bellowed in the distance. Clouds crept over the moon’s face, casting long, gauzy shadows over the garden.
Mycroft stepped back, and shut the door. He tried to quell the racing of his heart as he stood there, listening.
“I’ve been waiting,” the man said, his voice as rough as waves hitting the rocks.
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