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Sherlock finally woke to the sun in his eyes and groaned. He exaggeratedly flipped over on his side to glare down the sun but found his brother slumped over in the chair. He sighed and guessed that Mycroft had fallen asleep while reading to him. He didn't have the decency to at least close the curtains on the windows though. He yawned and debated going back to bed, but sauntered out of the bed. He walked over sluggishly towards his brother and leaned down to survey him closely. He finally took the book out of the man's hand and opened it to a random page before slamming it shut right next to his brother's ear. 

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He pulled off his coat with ease and threw it at her. "Use this to get warmer." He said in a demanding voice that echoed through out the room. "I'll search for actual blankets"

Sanctuary || Starter || justamindgam3 || Closed RP

Officials have said to seek shelter and evacuate the London area immediately. Get out of all of England if you can, this storm shows no signs of stopping. 

Molly’s memory worked particularly well in times of danger. The words of the reporter played through her head as she drove through the crowded streets. The winds had picked up terrible speeds, umbrellas flew through the air, their owners miles away and soaking wet. Every building she passed was boarded up with the doors nailed shut.

She was grimly reminded of the war era that she had learned about in school, where these extra precautions had to be taken during the bomb threats. 

Evacuate the London area immediately.

What do you think I’m trying to do? she answered her own mind harshly in her head. 

She slammed her hands on the steering wheel in frustration, she was the last in the line of traffic to get out of the city. She wished that she still had her furry feline friend to keep her company but Toby had been sent away before the storm had become critical to live with her cousin. 

The cars inched forward slowly, the windshield wipers on each vehicle seemed to be in sync as the rain continued to pour down. Molly gripped the icy cold wheel and turned the heat up. 

After an eternity in Molly’s mind, she made it to the edge of the street that led off into open road. Just as she was about to cross the painted line her car suddenly shut off. 

"What?" she asked aloud, she turned the key in the ignition twice. The car would sputter to life giving her hope that it would start again but then quickly went dead again. "That’s just bloody great!" 

She unbuckled her seatbelt, pulled a heavy poncho over her head that was in the passenger seat and exited the car cautiously. 

The wind was fierce, nearly blowing her back into her car, she fought against it crouched beside her car using the door as a shield from the gail. Where else could she go? There had to be a place that could keep her safe until the storm was over. 

She scanned the street, the rain making her vision blurry. This street was burned in her memory, she had walked it when she was a teenager. Her father had told her something, something important.

"Danger can happen at any time, just remember, the cellar on the corner is always open." 

The cellar? She had seen an old wine brewery when she first turned on this street. It was abandoned but it wasn’t boarded up like the other buildings. Did he mean the wine cellar?

As Molly worked this out she realized she had all ready stood up and was going to close her door. She kept it unlocked just in case it would serve as refuge to anyone else and made her way back down the street, fighting against the strong current. 

The wine brewery was an old faded red brick building that sat nestled between a bookshop and a tattoo pallor. Molly pushed the door open and it swung forward with ease. She stepped inside and removed her soaking wet poncho, dropping it on the floor and shutting the door, muffling the wind outside.

It was designed like a restaurant inside, there was a bar on one side and tables on the other, all covered with thick layers of dust. Behind the bar was a door with a sign on it that said: No Admittance.

Molly stepped over the bar and felt her feet crunch on broken glass. She was lucky to be wearing tennis shoes. She turned the knob of the door and with some effort pushed it open.

There was a set of stairs behind it leading down into darkness. She felt for a light switch and saw a string dangling ahead of her. She pulled on it and a single light bulb cast a yellowish glow on the hallway. 

"The cellar," she said to herself, "Hello is anyone else in here?" she called out.

No answer. 

Cautiously, she walked down the stone steps, there were twenty steps in total. She reached a wooden door and opened it. She was met with another dark room and another string hanging from the ceiling. She closed this door as well, wanting to separate herself as much as possible from the storm and pulled the string.  

The lightbulb illuminated part of the room, on the wall directly in front of Molly was a wine holder filled with an array of bottles, all from different countries according to the labels beneath them. The walls on either side of her were bare, covered in intricate patterned wallpapers that depicted purple vineyards and the bright sun. 

Molly had not properly seen the actual sun in a few weeks. She hugged herself, partially out of comfort and partially out of the need to keep warm. She huddled against one of the murals and sat with her head in her knees. 

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Angst please! (I know we already have one going but this sounded interesting)

My muse is curled in a ball on the ground, screaming in pain and calling out for help. Your muse comes to the rescue.

Sherlock felt as though his entire being had been lit on fire. He crumbled to the ground and couldn’t get his body to react correctly. He gripped at his head wishing he was dead. Anything but this feeling of helplessness. Anything but pain and fear.

" Belle!" He started to scream the only name he could trust. Just hoping she would hear.

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☁ (So I can only find that emoji so in just gonna list the others) Horror Action Crime

Sherlock stood above a man who had just fallen from it seemed like the sky?.. He gave a curious look over to Belle and saw she had the same look in her bright eyes. Curiosity and eagerness. It was dark and cold and somehow the main suspect was Jack the Ripper even though Jack only killed women. He sighed. ” Where do we even start..?” 

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Angst, please!

A family member of my muse was just killed. Your muse is there to comfort them

Sherlock just got off the phone with his mum and dad. How could he of not found out sooner? It seems that someone would have let him know.. Anyone really. He put the phone up to his face and sat there trying to gather the information he had just been told. Over the phone none the less. He felt as if his own gravity was loosing it’s balance and he started to feel weak and dry mouthed.

" Mycroft’s dead..?" He asked only to himself.

// I cannot believe I just killed off Mycroft. 

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"Then your delusional and sick" He said stating the facts. "Maybe if you were to show me some evidence I would agree to you"

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He sighed inwardly before nodding to her and clasping his hand tighter in hers."I have no intention of leaving yet" He said making circles on the top of her friend.

She was knocked out cold, only ringing in her ears, she was still alive but with dust collecting in her lungs and she could feel a warm liquid trickle down her temples. Her phone bleeped, the only noise upon the deathly silence.

He finally found her from the noise her phone made and dug furiously to get to her. Finding her in such a state he was yelling her name and dragging her out. He was injured too, but he had learned how to deal with such wounds. He needed to get them both to the hospital or John.

Irene’s eyes started to open though everything was blurred. “Sherlock?” She questioned, her voice barely a mutter, she saw only a shadow of what she assumed was Holmes, before her eyes fell back shut and she fell back into the unconsciousness.

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Sherlock hesitated a moment at her question before shrugging. "It creates some concern, but nothing I won't be able to handle" He ran his hands down her sides loving the way her body felt.

Her eyes closed slightly as she tried to think her way out of this. Her mind was going at 100 miles an hour. Truth was each scar had a story, each and every single one was a separate incident and each represented a lifetime of pain she just wasnt ready to share. “Sherlock I… I dont want to bore you with the details” she decided on as she put her palms flat against his chest. “Please..” she added with a small whimper, she really didnt want to discuss it. 

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Sherlock nodded and waited raising an eyebrow of amusement when the other started searching through his dampened wallet. He almost let out a small laugh. "You act like what he says is going to hurt me" He stated taking a step closer to the payphone and Jim. He was curious as to what the other man was going to say.

Jealousy was not in my dictionary @ Consultinginwestwood

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*kisses* You have caught the kisses disease! Now you have to send it to the next 10 people on your dash

"-What? Sherlock! Don’t kiss me again. And never tell Mycroft of it." she hisses.

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"I saved your life." Sherlock noted staring down at the man. "It's least you can do for me" He finished desperate to get the man to agree.

" John isn’t with the Yard and yet he helps me" Sherlock tried making a statement. " I know, that’s why I need your help to drag him out of the shadows before he steals them away from me." 

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You are insanely beautiful.

And you are insanely delusional.

//Thanks!! I am not though :(

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// Guys it is like snowing here and I haven't seen real snow in almost 6 years... IM SO EXCITED!~!

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This! This is why I love the BBC!!

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