Free Topic: Benedict Cumberbatch

I FUDGING LOVE HIM

Here's a sample of my fanfiction:

A Study in Scarlet
It was late. Everything that happened that evening was still fresh in my head. I still hadn’t had the chance to get to know Sherlock very well. We’d only just met a few days before, but when I found out that he was in possible danger, I ran to do all that I could. I grabbed the GPS to track Sherlock. Something in the pit of my stomach fell to my feet and it made it hard for me to fathom the situation.
            Was he okay? Will I come too late? What if he’s not really there? So many questions filled my mind as I ran out in the street to catch a taxi. I sat in the cab; hands shaking, breath deep and quivering. How could he get himself into this? I thought he was much cleverer than that. Half way to my destination, a school building, I realized that I hadn’t a clue what I was going to do when I got there. I decided to keep my pistol in a secure place, just to be safe.
            As I ran through the dark building filled with school desks, I had made a surprising discovery. Parallel to the building I was in, was a light coming from inside another classroom. All I saw was Sherlock holding a small, empty bottle in his left hand, and in his right, was a pill. He was slowly maneuvering it into his mouth. I panicked. I grabbed my pistol and shot.
            I tried to act like nothing was wrong after that. An ambulance came and picked Sherlock and the dead cabbie. Sherlock was in a shock blanket. It was quite comical. We went back to our flat.
            I think, from the entire hullabaloo that went on earlier in the evening, neither of us could sleep. Sherlock decided to spend his extra time working on an unfinished experiment. I chose to read a book.
            The first fifteen minutes was quiet, but as my brain began to reject the ideas of the book I was reading, my attention was fixed elsewhere.
             I decided to glance up at Sherlock. He was so focused on his experiment. His eyes were glued to the lenses of his microscope. I found myself beginning to stare at his perfect profile, so I snapped out of it instantly. What if he caught me?
             I looked back at my book, but before I knew it, I began to get distracted once again. I stared at the skull atop the fireplace; the skull that apparently was Sherlock’s “friend.” My eyes wandered up the wall to the ceiling above the kitchen. I looked straight down and found myself staring again. Before I saw it coming, Sherlock had caught me.
             Our eyes locked. It was like an uncontrollable force that held me motionless until I came to my senses. I quickly retracted and buried my nose in my seemingly interesting book. I could not focus. The way Sherlock worked with his chemicals. It was like watching the sun set. When you look at him, it’s like nothing else matters.
            Mrs. Hudson barged in before I could refocus on what I had been reading. “Oh you two,” she said, “you’ve come home quite late.”
             She was so oblivious, it seemed. Maybe it was because she was already so used to Sherlock’s shenanigans. I found it odd that she would say that. Sherlock is usually out hours, if not days, at a time.
             Mrs. Hudson was hesitant to walk over to the refrigerator, most likely in fear that one of Sherlock’s “experiments” might pop out and attack her. I chuckled.
             Sherlock’s eyes were still fixed on his microscope.
             “It was quite a night, Mrs. Hudson,” said Sherlock, “It’s too bad, I’ve gotten blood beneath my shoe. Would you mind cleaning it up for me? After it dries, it begins to set in.”
              “I’m your landlord, sweetie, not your housekeeper.”
              “Thank you.” Said Sherlock in a slightly high, melodious voice.

The formatting for this piece was messed up by Blogger. I started writing this on a document, so I copied and pasted it here. Didn't turn out too well, but who cares. It's still legible.

There's more to come! This is only a short sample. This is actually my first attempt at fan fiction. I'm actually going to get deeper into the sensual stuff later, if you know what I mean.