Zeela-the-Guardian

Half an hour, and a heated discussion about coffee later, Party Poison and Fun Ghoul arrived at the edge of the Zone. Thankfully the Sun had shifted positions and was a bit lower in the sky, dropping the temperature a bit. Of course no one knew the time out in the Desert, nor did it matter much unless you were in Battery City, so the Killjoys and crash queens just used dawn and dusk and such titles to determine the “time of day”. Currently it was creeping up on midday, which the two were rather pleased about; no one likes fighting Dracs in the dark. Fun Ghoul stepped out of the car with gun in hand while Party Poison did one last

It was just supposed to be a routine scanning of the area for Draculoids and BLI goons. That is until things went very wrong… The Sun was high in the sky and beating down a harsh 110°F at least. But that’s what you get for living in the outskirts of civilization in the Desert. Party Poison, Kobra Kid, Fun Ghoul, and Jet Star were loaded into the Trans-Am and were currently doing a sweep of the area with Party driving, Kobra riding shotgun, and Jet and Ghoul in the back; like always. Nothing really seemed out of the ordinary so Kobra suggested they head back to the Diner and no one objected. It was only when they got back did

John was thrown flat onto his back, gasping for air and the sound of Sherlock screaming ringing in his ears. Once he regained decent O2 levels again John sat up and rubbed his neck, looking towards his fallen detective. Sherlock had fallen on his side and was completely motionless; in fact, he hardly seemed to be breathing at all. Noticing this John immediately shifted over to him and turned him on his back, putting two fingers to his neck to check for a pulse. Thankfully, there was one; it was faint and rapid, but still there. As for breathing Sherlock wasn’t. Knowing exactly what to do, John started mouth-to-mouth; covering Sherlock&r

It was an unusually sunny day in London that afternoon when John had decided to pop off to the shops to get some well-needed groceries into the flat on Baker Street, mainly because someone had decided that grocery shopping was a “waste of time”, “annoying”, and “unnecessary when [he] had a perfectly good restaurant next door to eat at”, as the detective put it. Of course John hadn’t lived at the flat in a long while since he now had his own place with a loving, and incredibly bad-ass, wife to keep him company, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t voluntarily (or involuntarily depending) go and

... Rose Tyler because the Doctor made her better. ... Raven because she's creepy and misunderstood. ... Robin because he has so much anger and responsibility. ... Sam because he believes he's a freak and a monster. ... Dean because he hates himself more than anyone else ever could. ... Sherlock because he does have a heart despite his cold logic and emotion. ... A Libra because I try to bring balance to endless chaos. ... Spock because they will never understand how truly different and remarkable he is. ... Khan because there is nothing he will not do for the family he loves. ... Me because we are all different no matter what they s

"No!" Sherlock screamed and lunged for the apparition, but it was too quick and all he managed to grab was air. He slammed his fist down angrily on the concrete floor. “I swear to God if you’ve hurt John…” He muttered to himself and shut his eyes, attempting to control his anger. No, emotions will only inhibit you. Focus on the facts. Focus on John. He quickly imagined himself inside the living room of 221B and when he opened his eyes it was almost like an out-of-body experience. He was standing a few feet away from his transport—that of which was currently trying to choke the life from his friend. Sherlock imm

Back in reality, the fire in the fireplace was beginning to simmer back down to embers and the resting bodies of John and Sherlock could feel it. The sudden chill woke John and his sleepy eyes focused on the dimming flames, then he sighed knowing he’d have to get up and get cold in order to freshen up the fire. Making sure to keep his jacket and a blanket close around him, John rose from his chair and walked over to the fireplace to add more wood to it when he glanced over at Sherlock’s seemingly sleeping figure. There was something seriously wrong. The extinguishing fire now forgotten, John dashed over to Sherlock and saw that he

Most people using this technique had simply a road or a room or two to help them remember things easier, but Sherlock wasn’t like most people. In every sense of the word his Mind Palace was every meaning of the word “palace” with its several stories and countless rooms, its ornate decorations and furniture, and its vivid images placed all around the giant structure. Each step brought him back further and further to memories and events from long ago that anyone else would forget after a few minutes of experiencing. But to most people ordinary things that occur in their everyday lives aren’t that important in the first p

Most nights were pretty good since Sherlock came home after those 3 long years of fighting, running, and being oh so clever. It was definitely quite a shocker when he showed up at the flat for the first time while John was making tea in the kitchen. It cost John a pretty nice tea pot that Mrs. Hudson had given him as a birthday present as consequence. Getting back into the rhythm of things again did take some effort and, after an equally shocking visit to Lestrade, they were back solving mystery after mystery as if nothing had happened. But there were some things that Sherlock didn't like to talk about; things that John knew haunted his mind

“Come to see your daughter have you?” She asked playfully and gave a soft smile. “Sort of…” He trailed off, but Faith held the baby out to him regardless. Ever so carefully, Sherlock took the fidgety child in his arms and held her close. She blinked at him and brought a hand to her mouth, still not sure of its purpose yet. He observed her dark brown hair and baby-blue eyes which seemed to have a sort of gleam to them that he hadn’t noticed before as well as the color being darker than normal baby-blue eyes would be. Her skin was also a pallor color similar to her father, but had an olive-tone to it which