AN: So this is going to be the last chapter of this series of oneshots, it has served its purpose of reawakening my love of writing fanfic so I'm marking it as complete. I may one day come back and add more or start another oneshot series, but for now I'm going to focus on my multi-chapter stories.
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Sherlock: Do you ever get the feeling that we are being watched?
Sherlock: That we are being watched. That we are nothing more than puppets dancing around for the entertainment of a bored, for lack of a better word, 'deity'.
John: What are you talking about?
Sherlock: Our lives, John, they make no sense unless they exist solely on the whim of some outside force.
John: And how long have you been awake now exactly? Fifty, sixty hours?
Sherlock: They are watching us right now, John, I can feel their eyes on me! Listening to every word we say!
John: Why don't we get you to bed, how does that sound?
Sherlock: I am an individual! My will is strong! I will not bend to your whims!
John: Who are you talking to?
Sherlock: Them! I will not go easily into the Fate that they have set for me!
John: Okay... I'm making a call.
Sherlock: My mind is my sanctum! None shall have command over my actions but myself!
John: Hello, Jim? I'm calling about Sherlock... Yes... Yes... How did you...? Okay. See you soon.
Sherlock: I am the Master of my own Fate and shall not grovel upon the Throne of the Inevitable!
John: That's nice, Sherlock, but Jim is bringing the antidote now so just hold out a bit longer.
Sherlock: I am alive! I breathe! I shall not be controlled!
Sherlock: Continuity is bent to the Watcher's Whim! The Popular can not die, even with a bullet in the brain!
Jim: Wow, he really is off his rocker, isn't he.
John: What the hell did you give him?!
Jim: Just an experimental drug developed by the Military to make prisoners more docile, it widens perception until reality and fantasy are one and the same.
Sherlock: Our lives are all fiction! We are slaves to the story line!
John: And why did you give it to him? How even?! The man is paranoid about every little thing you bring into the Flat!
Jim: He's been stealing all the chocolates I've been leaving you, probably thinking I'd never poison you, and I wanted him to stop. This was the best method to ensure that.
John: And what if I had gotten into them first?
Sherlock: I was rebirthed to a new age for a new audience and became more popular than ever before!
Jim: You never start eating the chocolates, or any treat I leave you, without texting me to thank me first. I wouldn't have let you get hurt.
Sherlock: Conspiracies! My Watchers are not my Masters! I am a free agent! I can control the script if i chose to!
John: Just give him the blasted antidote already!
John: Yes, Sherlock?
Sherlock: My head feels funny. What was I just talking about?
John: I'll tell you in the morning, it's time for bed now.
Sherlock: Not tired...
Jim: He really is adorably compliant when coming down off a high.
Jim: Fine. But only because it's you.
John: Thank you, love.
Jim: Anything for you, Johnny-boy.