Sherlock Holmes and John Watson have lived several times over. As best as they can tell, they’ll continue to do so until Baker Street no longer stands.
This is the kind of angst that hurts so good. I wanted to throw myself off a cliff at the perfection of this idea. Every time John and Sherlock die they reincarnate as themselves and find each other again. The interesting part is they know that it’s going to happen! So every time they meet it’s like saying hello to an old friend, every time they make love they are reacquainting themselves with an old lover, every time Sherlock fakes his death John knows he’ll be coming home in three years. It’s like their life is on repeat but it never gets boring. Then the angst happens, Sherlock broke my heart into pieces. I wanted to cry! Don”t worry though, this story has a happy and very interesting ending! I loved this one!
Word Count: 3,168
My Rating: A
D’AWWWW OH GOD
there are tears streaming down my face right now
not even kidding
IT”S SO CUTE AND SAD AGH
I’m glad it wasn’t just me.
I was screaming at him that it was either anthrax or a fucking bomb.
Yes but then about two seconds later I was like “…Sawdust?”
Yeah i kind of went “HOLY SHIT JOHN DON’T PUT YOUR HAND IN THAT WHAT ARE YOU DOING THAT MIGHT BE ANTHRAX JESUS CHRIST”
and then i was a bit ‘wait what is this not an issue in the uk’