Aug 27, 2012
jacknotjacob started following onehundredthirtyyears
Sherlock pulled his collar against the cool evening air. There was a light mist and the water made the air smell fresh against the smoggy over-stench of the city. It was busy and he wasn't paying attention to the crowds of people pressing passed him from the Tube. He crashed right into someone dressed in as much black as himself and they dropped what they were carrying. "Excuse m--..." Sherlock's brows furrowed, he looked familiar...where from...when from.... "Jack?!"