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Prompting: Part II
Giggles at the Palace
Please check the Sticky Post to find the newest active part and post your prompts there.

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+Depending on the rate of activity, there may or may not be a prompt freeze when a part reaches 5000 comments.
+However, there will be one when it reaches 7000. Also at 7000, a new part will be posted, and all prompting should happen on the new part.
+Multiple fills are encouraged! (: Just because a prompt has already been claimed by someone, do not be afraid to offer up a second fill.

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Think before you prompt about the way you are asking. It isn’t difficult, and it will only take a minute or so of your time.

That said...
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Re: Shadows on the Wall 2(/4??)

John stares at the head and closes the door, breathing harsh and sharp. Then he opens the door more cautiously.

"Much obliged, guv," The head says with some relief and John shouts at Sherlock for putting the head in the fridge.

"I don't believe you," John says and he can see the dull white eyes roll up like an overlay over the real head.

"He's a right plonker, in't he?" The head coughs. "Sorry, forgetting me manners, I am. Joe Hobson, down from Scunthrope. Pleasure to meet you, guv."

"And you," John says faintly. He closes the door and goes to pick a fight with Sherlock. Then, ignoring the blurry flashes of possibility, he goes storming out to Sarah's. He likes Sarah and right then, he likes Sarah a great deal more than he likes Sherlock. John feels a very strong need to surround himself with 'normal'.

So, naturally on his rare night off, some lunatic decides to blow up their flat. John comes racing back and steps straight into the umpteenth round of Holmes Brothers' Cold War. He flounders a little, largely because he can hear a muffled voice coming from the fridge and he doesn't have to look at either of the other two to know that they don't hear it. He's badly rattled; always a mistake when you're in the same room as one Holmes, much less both of them. He's suddenly terrified again; this time that they'll see something, that he'll do something to give himself away.

It's made a lot worst by Mycroft's presence. Mycroft doesn't come to the flat, he sends his car and give John time to prepare, time to sort out the dozens of possibilites for the one that leaves Mycroft satisfied and smugly certain that John is just another flavour of bland normal human. John still isn't afraid of Mycroft but now, with flickering flashes of what Mycroft is capable of dancing behind his eyes, he is afraid of what Mycroft can do to him.

It's a relief when Mycroft tires of sniping back and forth with Sherlock and leaves. Sherlock's phone going a minute later is a more mixed blessing but Lestrade means station means people. If Sherlock really is feeling nettled then he'll make a point of ignoring John. If John is sensible then he'll have rebuilt the 'John Watson, dull sidekick' façade by then.

Sherlock sweeps out of the room and John hesitates. The head - Joe - is still complaining about the 'bleedin' dark' and his voice sounds like any querulous old fart in the hospital. John wavers. Then he hurries over to the fridge and hesitates before pulling out one of the battery-powered night lights from under the sink. Before he can talk himself out of it, he opens the fridge door and puts it on the shelf over the head (Joe). Then he closes the door quickly and scurries across the kitchen to the door.

"Cheers, guv. Yer a saint!" Joe's voice follows him back out to as he follows Sherlock out into the taxi.

John is grateful that Sherlock is on to full-on sulking by the time he catches up. It means that the cab is quiet and he can think.

Inevitably his thoughts circle right back to Joe.

John has known for weeks that Molly is going to be an award-winning research scientist who wins the Nobel Prize for Advanced Microbiology. He could tell Lestrade was going to fix things up with his wife and had carefully sabotaged Sherlock's phone last Friday so Lestrade made the all-important dinner with his wife and met Raphael who is going to make them both so happy. He reminded Sally to get her pap test over casual conversation, bringing up a patient who caught the cancer just in time and he's going to let her buy him dinner after the threat of cancer is averted.

John had honestly thought that he'd hit rock bottom as far as freakish psychic powers went. He's never had a body talk to him before and between medic training and Afghanistan, he's seen more than his fair share of them. Not that Joe is even a proper body, just a chopped off head stuck in fridge by a sociopathic detective to traumatise his psychic flatmate.

It's enough to drive anyone barmy.

John thinks suddenly of the neat stack of prescriptions Ella writes and he fills then flushes down a public toilet every week, and wonders, for the first time since moving to Baker Street, if maybe he's just going mad?

Re: Shadows on the Wall 2(/4??)

Forgot to mention that I'm enjoying these tremendously.

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Ooh. Love! This is awesome. I have a rather ridiculous amount of adoration for the parts involving Mycroft, but then he is one of my favourite characters. ^_^

Hope you keep writing (and soon).

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Oh my goodness... a third John is psychic fill?? It's like, my birthday, Christmas and Hallowe'en all rolled into one prompt full of love and I didn't even come up with it. Holy shit.

I love the fact that in this John took a bullet to save his company. That's just... so him. It's also a brilliant play with the psychosomatic limp! All the little things he does to help the people around him, I love it~

I think I died when I read about the head, haha. What an interesting twist for the power; can't wait for more to see how John handles it~!

Re: Shadows on the Wall 2(/4??)

F5 F5 F5

THIS IS BRILLIANT. JOHN'S SACRIFICE. The explanation for his "psychosomatic" limp! John pretending to be the dull sidekick! Molly doing something totally kickass!

*gets down on bended knee and proposes marriage*

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Tracking the hell out of this badass fill.

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OMG! 3 fills on my prompt, having never had any fills on any prompt before. I think I love you anon :)

Also, I love the twist on the limp and the shoulder wound - very John. And the *head* - LOL - poor John.

Can't wait to see the next bit :)

Re: Shadows on the Wall 2(/4??)

Oh, these are amazing. I love the 'John comes back psychic' fics and you're doing a great job with it. :D

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He knows to the millimetre how thin the line is that Sherlock walks between immortal fame and absolute ruin and he devotes himself to keeping Sherlock balanced. And it works and it is good

I love you for that line alone but all of it really is superb.

Shadows on the Wall 3(/5?? I really, really hope?)

The police station is a relief; the only things dead in here are the plants and John's had a black thumb his whole life. He's still relieved when none of the desiccated ferns say anything. Sherlock sweeps through the station, John nodding distractedly to the various people he recognises as he hurries after him.

Anderson isn't in (wife's started to suspect the affair and he's taken her on a 'spontaneous' romantic weekend. It might have worked but the B&B owner has a good memory for faces and thinks Sally can do better). Sally smiles at him and John bites his lip thoughtfully. (Time to introduce her to Harry, maybe?)

Then Lestrade (looking much better, Raphael must be nearly ready to move in) gives Sherlock a package and John's heart stops. He manages, somehow, to bluff Sherlock into believing it's embarrassment. Sherlock is too wrapped up in the parcel to pay enough attention to spot the misdirection. John's eyes are magnetised to the phone and all he can hear is the hiss of sand running though his fingers.

He's twitchy, hyper-alert in a way that he hasn't been since before he was shot. Old habits, even his gait falls into the familiar military cadence and his thigh twinges with just enough pain to make his steps uneven. It would be a dead give-away to anyone that knows him but Sherlock's the only person that does now, and he's too enchanted with his new puzzle to notice a beat-up old soldier throwing a strop.

(n the back of John's mind, a countdown starts. Tick-tick-tick...)

He follows Sherlock down into the bowels of their home and goes tense and still in the small mouldy room. The shoes feel like booby-traps, like bombs and he's careless, tense and jittery when he speaks. He nearly jumps out of his skin when the phone goes and the room goes grey for second.

The conversation is agonizing. John has to clamp his mouth shut on a scream.

The woman (Elaine Dugs, 39, single mother (two boys, one in college, one doing his A-levels), works in Barclay's and her co-workers are planning a huge surprise party for her fortieth birthday and her team are paying for a proper holiday) is almost hysterical. She's praying, soundless heaving gasps of piety underneath the sobbing words and god, John can't do this.

He has to though, so he follows Sherlock out to the taxi, shoes tucked with great care into a brown paper bag that John charms out of Mrs Hudson. Lestrade gives him a significant nod as Sherlock hails the taxi, keep me informed, yeah? and John smiles awkwardly and nods.

Naturally Sherlock drags him straight to Bart's and John honestly wants to kill him for it. A whole lab full of pieces and fragments of humanity and all of them are fucking talking. As if that wasn't enough, John can feel Elaine Dugs' desperation seething around the fringes of his mind and he's snappish, short-tempered and Jim, sleazy nasty little Jim, passes him by completely.

John might, even then, have been able to stop it. He might have known, given some time, that Jim was Moriarty and the faint chlorine reek wasn't from Jim visiting the pool but instead, Sherlock hands him the shoes. John's been able to swim all his life; mostly in rivers or at the sea and god, he never thought of how much chlorine burns or how horribly bloated lungs full of water would feel, the way a heart would race and pound and struggle against the mass.

It takes three minutes to die of drowning. It feels like three years. John can almost taste the boy's confused panic, the hundred and one tiny things he wanted to have done better.

He offers a terse summary of what he can prove the shoes are telling him. Boy, big boy who took care of his shoes (first thing he bought with the money from his job down the supermarket), old style sneakers (80's and god, John had forgotten how foul hair spray smelt) and how worn they'd become (loved to swim but running was something he could do with his dad).

What John doesn't say is: his name was Carl and he was a good boy (occasionally thoughtless, occasionally cruel) and someone had killed him, in the most agonising, torturous way they could and he'd never even known who it was.

"I mean, you missed almost everything of importance."

Re: Shadows on the Wall 3(/5?? I really, really hope?)

nonononono, no need to hope. This is beautiful and gorgeous and amazing, and the more there is of it, the more ecstatic we'll all be.

ha, Harry/Sally!

Re: Shadows on the Wall 3(/5?? I really, really hope?)

Oh poor John. It feels a lot like he's just barely holding onto sanity here, like at any point he could lose it. And the head talking, and the explanation of his limp! Wow.

(I'm also pleased that it went up to 5 pieces, haha. XD)

Hoping to see more soon, anon! :)

Re: Shadows on the Wall 3(/5?? I really, really hope?)

LOVING THIS TOO! So happy there's more!

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Re: Shadows on the Wall 2(/4??)

He knows to the millimetre how thin the line is that Sherlock walks between immortal fame and absolute ruin and he devotes himself to keeping Sherlock balanced. And it works and it is good

I love you for that line alone but all of it really is superb.

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