#ambush?

[loveismyrevolution]

I spotted this on a German website about Sherlock S4:

“Sherlock steht vor einem Hinterhalt, aus dem er sich retten muss, bevor es weitreichende Konsequenzen für ihn und seine Mitmenschen gibt.”

“Sherlock finds himself in an ambush, from which he has to escape before it takes wide-ranged consequences for him and his fellows”

and this one:

“Neben dem Hauptcast bestehend aus Dr. Watson (Martin Freeman) und Holmes (Benedict Cumberbatch) können wir uns allerdings auch auf eine weitere, bislang nicht gesehene Figur aus dem Doyle-Universum freuen: Sherrinford Holmes. Wie der Nachname vermuten lässt, handelt es sich bei dieser Figur um Sherlocks und Mycrofts Bruder.“

“Aside from the main cast consisting of Dr. Watson (Martin Freeman) and Holmes (Benedict Cumberbatch) we can look forward to an until now unseen character of the Doyle-universe: Sherrinford Holmes. As can be assumed by the family name, this character is meant to be Sherlock’s and Mycroft’s brother.”

Was an ambush officially mentioned anywhere???? Was Sherrinford Holmes as a real Holmes sibling confirmed anywhere???

(as side note: I don’t know how reliable this side is, but where did they get this information from???)

@ebaeschnbliah @gosherlocked @isitandwonder @monikakrasnorada @yan-yae @skulls-and-tea (you know everything of the media ;-) ) @tjlcisthenewsexy

[aristaiosxstavros]

Ambush? || Alden & Ari

Ari hadn’t left the bed since Friday night, when he decided he would keep the bar closed. Sleep didn’t come easy because it seemed he couldn’t go two seconds without coughing up blood, or feeling blood leaking from his nose or down his face from his tear ducts. Two things were constantly in mind; Where was Alden? And he really needed a shower. Each time he tried to open his eyes, his face pounded, coupled with the already burning feeling. Had it not been for the one under his care, he would have wished for the inevitable death long ago, but he was trying to hold on with the hope that the wolf healing would kick in and he’d get better. That they both would.

Finally he had a moment where he wasn’t coughing up anything, even if blood was still seeping from elsewhere, and rest actually seemed reachable. He groaned as he attempted to move, laying in the one position for far too long, and as he got somewhat comfortable in another, he could have swore he heard a sound. “Alden?”, he managed, wondering how the hell his wolf had any strength to even be up from bed. “Come here... I want you close.” Because if he really was dying, he didn’t want to do it laying there alone. Little did he know though that it wasn’t the younger wolf, but a hunter who managed to slip into his home with his weapons ready for striking. Creeping into the room.