Sherlock had been bored for a very long time. Hundreds of years, in fact. He was actually almost relieved when he was able to find someone at the Met who let him work on cases. He didn't give a shit about the people, but the magic fascinated him. So he.. tolerated the humans.
He was on a case with Lestrade, the only member of the Met that he didn't despise. Unfortunately, both Anderson and Donovan were there as well.
And a new person- short, sandy brown hair. Sherlock would say that there was nothing remarkable about a former soldier, but there was.. something odd about him. Something that he couldn't figure out.
FINALLY. After 300 years, he had a puzzle worthy of his brilliant mind.
Lestrade and the two idiots were talking, he wasn't even paying attention. But this new person, he needed to know more. So despite not wanting to talk to them, he walked up to the group.
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He was on a case with Lestrade, the only member of the Met that he didn't despise. Unfortunately, both Anderson and Donovan were there as well.
And a new person- short, sandy brown hair. Sherlock would say that there was nothing remarkable about a former soldier, but there was.. something odd about him. Something that he couldn't figure out.
FINALLY. After 300 years, he had a puzzle worthy of his brilliant mind.
Lestrade and the two idiots were talking, he wasn't even paying attention. But this new person, he needed to know more. So despite not wanting to talk to them, he walked up to the group.