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I love Sherlock, the Avengers (and all other Marvel movies), Doctor Who, Torchwood and the list could go on for awhile
Part III - ResolutionPART III - ResolutionSaveTheBEes
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The doors slid open to reveal a mob of hospital employees waiting for them, looking quite angry.
Sherlock heaved a long-suffering sigh.
John could see the way to freedom through the forest of legs in front of him, coiling himself to spring.
Outside! Run! Flee!
He tucked his ears flat against his head and bravely dove forward into the crowd.
Hands grabbed and slipped out of his fur as he ducked and wove around the obstacles, his eyes glued on his destination. Twice he was flattened underneath a particularly brave opponent, only to ruin their shriek of triumph when he wriggled free.
With one final bound he was free of the mob and running flat out for the exit. He was almost free!
He slid to a halt on the mat in front of the automatic doors, suddenly aware of the fact that Sherlock wasn't beside him.
Confused, he glanced over his shoulder.
Sherlock was stuck in the press of bodies John had just escaped, fighting furiously
Part II - EffectPART II - EffectSaveTheBEes
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"Sherlock, you've been sitting in that chair for over 24 hours! You're going to turn to mush," Mrs Hudson scolded as she whirled into the flat, groceries in tow.
Sherlock didn't answer, he just went back to staring blankly at the wall as Mrs Hudson busied herself with putting the shopping away, humming to herself.
"By the way, dear, what happened to John? I haven't seen him for days,"
Sherlock said nothing. Mrs Hudson peeked her head around the corner.
"Cat got your tongue? I asked you what happened to--"
"I heard what you said," Sherlock spat, turning his head to glare at his landlady. She recoiled a bit and retreated to the kitchen.
"Well you don't have to bite my head off about it," Sherlock heard her mumble over the rustling of the grocery bags.
He returned to staring a hole in the ghastly wallpaper with renewed vigor. It didn't take long for Mrs Hudson to reappear in his peripherals, and she opened her mouth hesitantly to say something.
Part I - CausePART ISaveTheBEes
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John was running without the slightest clue as to what he was running FROM.
He chanced a glance over his shoulder and almost ran into the back of a parked car. He couldn't see it, he couldn't hear it, and it was scaring the shit out of him.
He was trained to deal with threats he could SEE. If you could see it, you could shoot it...
Wouldn't matter much anyway, he'd left his gun back at home. Stupid.
"Faster, John! You're falling behind!" Sherlock's voice was up ahead, echoing down the alley, breathless and frantic over the pounding of their feet.
Sherlock was scared. The man wasn't scared of ANYTHING.
So what the hell was chasing them?
He tried to to run faster, spurred on by a renewed fear, but his lungs were burning and his eyes were watering and his knees were starting to protest with every pounding step he took...
He threw himself around the next corner so fast he almost fell flat on his face. Arms wheeling frantically to steady himself, he tried to catch up to