The Great Game- At the PoolPLEASE READ MY COMMENTS FIRST!The Great Game1/3Part one: At the pool"That, er... thing that you... that you did, that, um...you offered to do, that was, um..." Sherlock stuttered anxiously waving the loaded gun, shifting it from his right hand to his left then back. For a split second he considered saying amazing, but at the last moment, he changed his mind and said, "good.""I'm glad no one saw that...""Mm?" He looked at John questioningly, leaning a bit down."You, ripping my clothes off in a darkened swimming pool... People might talk." The doctor pulled the sides of his pullover a bit closer."They do little else." Sherlock r
SH: The Boy and His Skull"I don't understand these grades at all, isn't he settling in?" Sherlock was up in his room and he could hear his father's voice downstairs the slightly pleading note in it that the man always got when he was trying desperately to understand something that confused him which, in this intellectually acute household, was often."I mean, I understand that the move to secondary school has been hard on Sherlock, but these are just.....I mean, he's a very clever child, I don't understand. How can he fail everything?""Weren't you supposed to be looking out for him, Mycroft?" he heard his mother accuse, her voice stronger, attempting to t
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