Sherlock X John Novels & Stories

Charlotte looked at Diana's slightly protruding belly, her chest heaving. "Diana, by now, Voodoo Lwa is probably long gone. You'll just wither away. Even if you kill me now, what difference does it make? I'll be waiting for you in hell!" Before she could finish, the door suddenly banged open. It was Xavier, with a determined look on his face, accompanied by a group of black-clad bodyguards. The people at the door dispersed, and then John, wearing a black suit, strode in. His face, cold and composed, carried a hint of the chill from outside. Despite only a few hours passing, there was a sense of weariness about him.

he said again but all he got was a buzz. "Smith, where....." a voice came live from the walkie talkie but was cut short with the buzz sound again. "Major Mark do you copy" he said into the talkie again, he's getting impatient. "I'm out" Austin said switching his SCAR riffle to his GP100 .357 revolver and put a big hole in the head of a female infected . "What's going on Smith?" I asked out of frustration. "The signal is weak" he replied trying to connect Major Mark again.

I look up to see staring at me my like I have just suddenly grow two heads. "Thanks for letting me use your bathroom Xavier." A familiar voice calls and a door I guess is the bathroom open to reveal a very familiar figure tying a towel. Wait isn't that... "Tom" I call out loud. is something wrong with my eyes? Aren't I sober already? "Jerry." He familiar guy chokes, face hitting up. It really is Jordan. Wait....since when did Jordan became gay. He–and Xavier. .. "Its not what you think." Jordan quickly says. My eyes moving between him an Xavier.

Considering the sudden throbbings, both John and Xander has no option than becoming early risers, earlier than the normal work hours. "Knock! Knock!" John decks on Xander's door. "Morning, Xander! Ready to go?" Xander opens the door full dressed. "Good morning, bro," He stretches a bit. "Yes, I'm all set. Let's get going." They both head towards the car parked outside. "Wow, it's so chilly out here early in the morning." John mutters because he's never been up this early atleast not any he can remember vividly. Picking Xander up has never been his duty, but the trauma he's going through needs him to be with someone.

He asked in a breath before John even completed his sentence. "Sherlock Hanes." Scarlet, who was sleeping on his chest at once, raised up her head with wide eyes like she had seen a demon and peered puzzled into his eyes.

John frowned as he looked at the man before him. Quentin's expression was filled with derision. "Mr. Xenos, the way you're fixated on Elle is really impressive. I have to hand it to you. But don't you think it's time you see a urologist? I mean, you're not exactly young anymore." Quentin's words struck a nerve, draining the color from John's face. Quentin, on the other hand, had left his ward. "You shameless old man!" he cursed as he walked down the corridor.

"It was Mr. Malcolm's earnest invitation. I didn't want to refuse his goodwill, so I agreed to meet the person, just once. I've only recently finalized my divorce. Right now, I'd rather focus on my career. Romance isn't really on my mind at the moment." Xavier asked again, "Then… when will it be on your mind?" John turned to look at Xavier, a faint flicker of something unreadable passing through his eyes. Xavier might appear carefree and aloof, but in reality, he was slow to warm up emotionally. Or perhaps, he already sensed that Sharon had no interest in love for the time being, and so he never crossed any lines. But John could tell. Xavier admired her. Maybe even liked her. There was no su

A wave of emotion washed over him, and he felt a tear roll down his cheek. Just as Xander was reveling in the thought of becoming a father again, his phone started ringing. He checked the caller ID and saw it was an unknown number. "Hello?" he answered, his voice cautious. "Hello, Mr. Brown," a voice on the other end said, sounding tense and angry. "This is John, and my wife is the woman your wife hit earlier today." Xander felt a pit in his stomach. "Oh no," he said, his voice apologetic.

I whispered, reaching for the violet shawl on the floor. ​"I know." Julian didn't reach for a weapon. He reached for me, his silver-veined hand locking onto my shadow-collared neck. "Don't hide the marks, Elowen. If we’re going to be monsters, we might as well look the part." ​The door kicked open. ​It wasn't a soldier. It was the ship’s captain—a man whose face was a map of scars—holding a high-frequency pulse pistol. Behind him stood two men in Board-issue tactical gear.

When she was about to give up and open the letter which Saul gave her earlier, Hendrix came to her with the good news about Saul. He could not see her crying for Saul when the guy was actually healing. Even if he will have lots to hear from his boss, for the sake of her peace Hendrix decided to tell Sophia the truth. “Ma'am sir is safe and Sherlock is dead. He took two bullets from him during the attack and as a result was admitted to the hospital. But nothing to worry about now. He is out of danger.”