Teenlock Chapter 1"John? Who are you staring at?" Sophie asked. John blinked and looked to his friend.Idontknowzzz
"What?" He said stupidly.
"John," Sophie laughed, "you've been staring at someone for the last five minutes. Now who is it?" Sophie smiled and scooted closer to John. The two friends were out in the courtyard of their high school during lunch. Almost their entire class was milling around in the grass or around the school. John's eyes glided away from Sophie's and back to the person in question.
"There are at least five people I think you're staring at, John. Help me narrow it down here!" Sophie poked John's shoulder lightly and took a bite of her sandwich.
"He's in our grade."
"He? And an eleventh grader.. That leaves two. But, he?" Sophie bit her sandwich again and John bit the inside of his lip.
"Yeah.." He sighed. Well, at least it was Sophie.
"Remind me to talk to you about that later. And please tell me it isn't that boy with the black curls," Sophie practically
The Mystery and Melancholy of a Street
Sherlock BBC x Alice: Madness Returns
Title based on Giorgio de Chirico's 1914 Surrealist painting of the same name.
'Underneath this reality in which we live and have our being, another and altogether different reality lies concealed.' -Friedrich Nietzsche
Sherlock never tells anyone about his dreams, not even John. He finds it rather embarrassing, really, to admit to having something that dominates his brain function at night and allows it to run rampage among the illogicality of the subconscious, an aspect of which he deems incredibly unnerving. He cannot fathom the notion of losing control over his mind, when it is meant to act as the most important physical and intellectual support of his entire well-being. He is supposed to be the one who dominates it, not, and never, the other way around.
Or at least this is what he constantly tells himself.
When Sherlock had his fifth nightmare last night (the first