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[[Hi guys. So my health's dropped (again!). I went to the doctors about it earlier, and, to be honest, I'm not really feeling up to writing tonight; meaning more waiting on replies. So, so, so sorry! :( 

Anyway, I'm not sure if my tags are working on my replies so if you're tagged in this, please let me know if you got it? If a) I forgot to tag you or b) You haven't heard from me, but think I owe you / you owe me, please check here for our thread.

Sorry again for not writing yet another day, and I will get to the replies currently in my drafts (recoveringinsultingconsulting, notamouse-hooper, i-dont-guess, inneedofacase) and any others that come trough as soon as possible. <3]]

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Holmes. Fancy seeing you here.

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[text] You left your shirt and I’ve been wearing it all day, so now it’s mine. SH

[text to: Sherlock] You can keep it. -JW

[draft saved for: Sherlock] But can I have one of your scarves? -JW

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+10 need something fixed

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What can I help you with, my dears?

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"Harder… no, faster."

"Sherlock, I know what I'm doing! Banging in a nail isn't hard - I've done it plenty of times in my life!"

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[[Bedtime for mun. I have replies for those tagged in my drafts and will post tomorrow. If I owe you and you’re not tagged, I’m really sorry - send me a message and I’ll reply tomorrow too. 

Night all :) <3 ]]

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Unspoken Truths - John and Sherlock

John woke up with a start as several guns fired in his mind. Again. The nightmares hadn’t occurred for a while, and he had hoped that moving back to Baker Street had stopped them. Apparently, he was wrong. With a sigh, he glanced over at his alarm clock. 4:26am. Rubbing his eyes, he rolled out of bed, threw on his dressing gown and plodded into the kitchen in need of some coffee.

He rolled his eyes as spotted Sherlock sitting at the table. Just who he needed to see right now. He knew how vulnerable to telling the truth he was this early in the morning, and so hoped that his friend wouldn’t start asking him about the ‘taboo’ subject – his failed marriage with Mary.

Pretending not to have noticed him, he flicked the kettle on, scooping two spoonfuls of coffee into his mug. He needed it strong. Glancing over his shoulder, he pulled out another mug from the cupboard and prepared one for Sherlock too. He smiled slightly as the scent of the coffee seeped into his nose; calming him down already from his nightmare. He carried the two mugs carefully over to the table.

“What are you still doing up at this hour?” He asked, setting one down in front of Sherlock and taking a mouthful of his own.