The Choice Was Never MineI didn't choose to love youI didn't choose to hurt when you aren't aroundI didn't choose to want to hold your handOr kiss youOr make love to youBut I doI didn't choose to desire youI didn't choose to let you inOr let you love meOr start to feelBut I didSo how can they say that this is a choiceWhen I had no choice?
Live and Let Die: Chapter 4BBC Sherlock/ The Hunger Games crossoverChapter 4: Seven devils all around youWhen Sally entered the compartment, the TV was already on. The recap of the reapings was about to start. Sherlock and Jim glanced at her briefly as she sat on the couch beside the other Tribute. The boy peered at her with distaste, twisting his lips in contempt, but the mentor seemed pleased. He liked it when the lamb put up a fight before being slaughtered. It was more fun that way.The anthem blasted out like always and the presentation of the Tributes for the 74th Annual Hunger Games began. Sherlock leaned closer to the screen, his hands clasped under his chin and the look of utmost concentration on his face. He had two objectives in mind: make the first assessment of the other Tributes and determine who can potentially become his friend. The second task was far more difficult, but Sherlock had devoted a longer while to establish what characteristics he was searching for in his "friend". So above
Live and Let Die: Chapter 1BBC Sherlock/ The Hunger Games crossoverChapter 1: We are soldiers, stand or die"Happy 74th Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favour!" Irene Adler, the seductive District 3 escort, announced in a silky voice that made most of the haggard men and older teenagers gathered in the square shift uncomfortably. Not Sherlock Holmes though. He found the woman disgusting with her skimpy, velvet dress black as coal, her sensual red lips and huge blue eyes encircled by provocative make-up. And he simply couldn't stand her haircut, which was shamelessly inviting to take out all the pins and find out how her hair would look spread across the pillow. That woman used her charms mercilessly to enchant the audience, especially the male part. She knew what she was doing, judging by the silly smiles visible on men's faces.Sherlock always knew he was different. He stood among other sixteen-year-old boys, being perfectly aware that they have hardly anything in common. He was smar