221B Baker St.

Title: Midsummer Murders
Author: mojoflower
Status: 5/?
Characters and Pairings: Sherlock/John
Rating: Explicit
Warnings:  Sex!  If you need a warning for that.  Starts out with a bang.
Length: 17k so far
Summary:  Scattered across the English countryside, drifting from one Bacchanalian gathering to the next, hundreds of people are camping, dancing, singing... and some of them are dying.  How will this relate to John, and the egg he currently nurtures?  Chasing summer festivals on the trail of a murderer, tripping over hints of a 20-year-old crime ring, learning anew about one another, John and Sherlock dedicate themselves to untangling the case.  This is a sequel to Murderous Imprint, which should definitely be read first.

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Sherlock lurches away from it all, knocks the shower head awry, grabs at slick plastic and falls over the edge of the tub, bringing the wet curtain down with him in a glorious crash.  The rattle of water hitting the plastic as he lies on the cold tile floor is too loud, and puddles are forming under him, and he’s tangled in the damned curtain, thrashing.

“Sherlock. Sherlock! Stop moving. Stop.  It’s ok.  It’s all right.”  John’s voice begins in a commanding, loud tone, and gradually softens into his recognizable egg croon.  There’s a grating squeak as he turns the faucet off, and water stops beating all around Sherlock on the floor.  “It’s ok, Sherlock.  Don’t move.  Let me get you out of there.”

Sherlock struggles to suppress panicked instinct with rationality, and goes still, only his ears and the tip of his tail twitching feverishly.  He can feel motion against his back, still, and flinches minutely, repeatedly, worried about what it could be, what threat it represents.  He feels utterly disoriented and afraid.