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Rosie Watson’s Diary - Mon.25/02/2030

I MASTERIZED MY CHINESE TEST !!!!

And also... tonight Kiara and I will sleep at Yifans. We need the internet. They gathered too much information. In addition to what I got from Greg Lestrade... we NEED to fix it quite quick.

Ow... and right now, I’m going out, having some coffee with... J. and H.

YES, there are winged hearts flapping all around in my stomach. 

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Rosie Watson’s Diary - Sun.24/02/2030

Today I kind of spent the whole day working for that *** Chinese vocabulary test we have tomorrow. I don’t want to mess up the same way I messed up last time. Daddy wasn’t quite happy about it but as he had just spent three days sleeping at Harry’s while Sherlock was doing drugs, he didn’t worry THAT much about my failed test.

However, even if this is VERY important, it’s just soooo hard to concentrate properly after the day we had yesterday !!!

Well, Stella ordered some pizza for everyone and while we were waiting for the delivery, Greg Lestrade suggested to take us to the roof, to show us the view. Sally Donovan had some paper work to finish and Stella and Molly were waiting for the pizzas so we just went all four of us.

I very often hear about Greg Lestrade but I hardly ever get a chance to meet him. Only occasionally, on big birthdays or when sometimes, there is a HUGE emergency on a Sunday evening or so. He is always very polite and he always steps by at Mrs H.’s but he never talks that much.

When we reached the roof, all three of us were *mindblown*.

*MINDBLOWN*

Somehow, without me really noticing, I found myself quite close to Greg Lestrade, Yifan and Kiara being a bit further away. He gently asked how my parents were. I shrugged. I didn’t really know. I still don’t really know. But… (I already said that I should join a chess club..) I decided to play the dummy :

“Well they keep talking about a roof jump from Saint Bart Hospital and about a Jim Moriarty dude and an Irene Adler lady. I don’t know. It’s all sad and heavy. Sherlock has been doing drugs and that’s not good for my adoption and…”

God this might have been a bit over-reacted, especially the part about the drugs and the adoption. Where did those tears suddenly come from ?

Greg Lestrade gently handed me handkerchief. A true old fashioned white handkerchief made of cotton. He smiled.

“Don’t worry about the drugs. None of us will let that become a thing. That’s the point in having somewhat powerful friends… You can organize a bit around law. Inspector Donovan is not very fond of the idea but, damn it, that woman is human too, despite her sayings. I mean, she married Andersen… that should be proof enough that she can be silly, that she has her weaknesses and her soft points. And even if she might not stand your parents… she still is able to understand that all three of you don’t need additional shit to fill your baskets. So, don’t worry. This is fine.”

“Why doesn’t she like my parents ?”

“Well… it has never clicked between Holmes and her. That’s it.”

“And with Daddy ?”

“Ah. Well… Inspector Donovan gets really sensitive as soon any violence she is confronted with tend to show some similarity to domestic abuse. And your parents had an incident, 13 years ago and…”

“Well, yes, Daddy beat the shit out of Sherlock, I heard them talk about this.”

He went silent.

He took a deep breath.

“Yeah. Your John Dad lost it all over your Holmes Dad. I didn’t really pay attention at that time, because well… I was unaware of certain realities but thank the Lord, my two Inspectors were quite quick to teach me one or two things about life in general and domestic abuse in particular, and yes, Inspector Donovan really did a great job with your Holmes Dad.”

“Well, I though Molly and Stella…”

“Prof. Hooper and Inspector Hopkins were involved regarding your custody and your well-being at some point. And in the end… your John Dad found his way back into sanity and was able to handle his… I don’t how do you call that… his lover ? His partner ? Well, Holmes, and his daughter, meaning you… and your Holmes Dad found somehow his way out of his addictions and… here we are, you will soon be a family. That’s great.”

“And Jim Moriarty ? Do you know him ?”

“Well, which cop doesn’t know him… he was a freaking powerful criminal. And as your Holmes Dad is a freaking powerful detective… Moriarty decided to set a contest. Well… he almost won but in the end, it seems that Holmes was stronger. It’s a dark story, you shouldn’t worry about it.”

“You mean my Dad killed him ?”

“Who knows ? Officially, it was a car crash, period. But then, Mycroft works for the Government so…”

“Mycroft ? My uncle ?”

“Yes, himself.”

“What’s the point with him ?”

“Well, he sometimes hire Holmes on delicate missions for the Government and in exchange… might, sometimes, when it suits the country’s needs, arrange a bit the “official version” of things.”

“Like Irene Adler’s death ?”

“Yeah, like that. Government does sometimes help people who put themselves into danger for the Government’s sake to disappear. I guess such a thing is completely at Mycroft Holmes’s reach.”

“But what did she do ?”

“God, girl… who knows ? she was, at some point, for all I got to know, involved with that Moriarty bloke.”

I just tried not to faint.

Greg Lestrade noticed I went pale : “are you all right Rosie ?”

“I’m just hungry…”

“Well yes, it’s about time, let’s see were the pizzas are.”

He called Kiara and Yifan and all four of us went down into the office where Stella, Sally Donovan and Molly had prepared a cosy picnic area.

The meal turned out to be GREAT.

All four adults had many stories to tell about my dads when they were young and when everyone was thinking of them as a couple though they weren’t. We also learned about Bell Hook, Iggy Pop, Alan Turing, The Lord of the Rings movies and late 2010’s feminism.

And as, at some point, Sally Donovan and Greg Lestrade had actual stuff to do, we went all three with Stella and Molly to the movie theater and watched the latest Disney movie about the singing frog who wants to settle on the moon. Was quite funny.

So… I have to learn for that Chinese test now.

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Rosie Watson’s Diary - Sat.23/02/2030

We didn’t sleep quite well last night, we were far too excited about the Scotland Yard visit. Molly got us at 9 o’clock precisely. Sherlock was still sleeping and Daddy on his way out to the practice. We stopped by at Yifan’s and eventually parked in some underground parking of a HUGE building. Stella was waiting there for us with little badges.

“Hi girls, let’s walk around !”

This was GREAT. Maybe not quite as GREAT as the musical but still. We saw many floors and many rooms, big ones, small ones, some looking like movie sets and some dull as hell. But it all smelt like *adventure* because it was Scotland Yard.

Eventually, Stella showed us her office. She pointed to the two other desks, near the window, and told us that she was sharing her office with Sally Donovan and a young assistant. Behind a glass door, we saw Greg Lestrade, sitting behind a massive desk, giving a seemingly very important phone call.

 We were allowed to sit at Stella’s desk. Molly had been getting some coffee and Stella was gently explain what all those files were on her desk. Several burglary cases, one child abuse and one murder. We went silent. She sighed.

“That’s why we work… to help those who were abused to gain some peace.”

“Is Sherlock working on one of your cases ?”

“No, not now. He is currently working on a big case with Sally.”

“Is Sally working today ?”

“Well… according to the half full mug on her desk, yes, she should be around.”

“So we will have to leave ?”

“Well, if you behave properly, no, why should you ?”

We all three exchanged a worried gaze.

Stella laughed : “You three, you’re funny… wait to meet her before making your opinion. You only know her through Rosie’s parents… that’s not fair to her !”

“Well, who knows whom only through Rosie’s parents ? And, woaow Stella, you’re hiring young now !”

And there she was : Sally Donovan. Last time I had seen her (like a hundred years ago) she was wearing her hair quite long. And now it was all gone… She was completely bald ! O_o ! She was walking in, holding a huge pile of copies on top of which a small cactus was trying to keep its balance. Stella took the plant with an interrogative look.

Sally Donovan laughed : “I found it in the dust bin next to the photocopier, couldn’t leave it there !”

Stella agreed : “Of course not.”

Molly came back with all our coffees. Sally Donovan had suddenly a knowing smile.

“Ah okay. One of you is THAT Rosie… and I am the one you only know through her parents…” she told quietly while looking up at us. We were petrified. She smiled :

“Well, please, don’t tell them I save little cactuses from nasty dustbins, this would forever alter my precious street cred and scary reputation. And I need those very tools to work to make things work with the genius one, the great Holmes.” She blinked at me. Of course, I was the only logical option for being that Rosie.

“So, what are you doing here ?”

As neither of us were able to speak a word, Molly did the voice-over : “just visiting”.

She smiled and put her copies down. Doing so she had to turn to her desk and showed us her head back on which it was to be read : “Ain't I a Woman?”

Stella couldn’t repress a giggle : “keep breathing girls !”

At that moment, Greg Lestrade went out of his office, a handwritten note in his hand. He stepped closer and laid it on the clerk’s desk. He was all smiley.

“Little miss Rosie Watson ! What a pleasure !”

He shook my hand.

“ And you are ?”

He looked at Kiara and Yifan who shyly introduced themselves :

“Kiara McKallay, Sir.”

“Yifan Li, Mister.”

“And I am Inspector Lestrade. Call me Greg, that’s all right. So you’re friends of Rosie ?”

“Yes…”

Stella rose an eyebrow : “What do you want them to be ?”

Greg Lestrade backed away, rising his hands : “Well, I don’t know, little Rosie could actually swing the same way as her parents and, well, date girls, or whatever… or… well… wait… actually… if she swings like her dads… she should be dating boys, isn’t it ?”

Molly, Stella and Sally Donovan just looked at him, a bit braindead alike. He tried an explanation :

“Well I mean, her dads date boys, don’t they ? So if she was like them, she would also date boys… no ? Or… do you have to consider that if she were like her dads, she should be a homosexual and therefore date girls ? God this is complicated… “

All three of them were still staring at him.

“Oh come on, ladies, I’m a silly white straight cis bloke in his mid-fifties, even worse, I’m your boss… help the Patriarchy to understand the matter here…”

Sally Donovan and Stella just burst into laughter. Molly smiled. Greg Lestrade looked happy : so ?

Neither Kiara nor Yifan nor myself had understood the joke.

Stella tried a response :

“God, Greg, on the first hand, if that has to be discussed, I think Doctor Watson identifies himself as bisexual. So… this makes it all even more complicated.”

Sally Donovan tried an explanation : “Don’t worry girls, our Greg might seem to perfectly embody the Patriarchy but we took good care of his education. He has become a perfectly respectable ally.”

It seemed to be the same joke following up but this was completely out of reach. Molly got it : “Stella, Sally…I think they just don’t understand a single word of all your feminist slang…”

“Well, never too late to get drawn into it ! How about learning about stuff while eating a pizza ?”

Stella looked at Molly :

“You’re the Godmother, you’re the one in charge, you decide. Is pizza appropriate ?”

Kiara, Yifan and I just shout out loud : “WELL AND NOBODY ASKS US ????”

All three of them laughed very hard. Even Greg Lestrade smiled.

Stella opened one of her drawers : “So you have found your voices back, then ! So, pizza ?”

We nodded. She looked at Greg Lestrade and he nodded too.

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Rosie Watson’s Diary - Fri.22/02/2030 (part 3)

Kiara and I actually set the table, fried the sausages and made even a tomato salsa for the rice by the time my daddies, both, came through the entrance door.

Daddy looked tired but happy.

“Evening Ladies, so you were tricked into preparing diner as I can see ?”

Sherlock mumbled something unintelligible while dropping a cupcakes box on the kitchen table, beneath the twenty (or more) Petri dishes which were laying there, seemingly in a random fashion but I know better that to suppose that anything on this table lies randomly around.

“Has everyone washed one’s hands ?”

*eyes roll*

While we were all seated and starting to eat, Daddy suddenly asked, out of nowhere :

“So, you Ladies wanna go and have a guided tour of Scotland Yard tomorrow ?”

“How do you know ?!”

“Well, Molly asked us if we agreed. I’m sorry to inform you that you are still a minor, that we are still your dads and that sometimes we’re allowed to give our opinions about your doings.”

He smiled. I pouted.

“Well, technically, you’re the only one whose opinions are taken into consideration, as you’re my only OFFICIAL dad.”

-Silence-

Sherlock had frozen. Kiara looked at me with an expression I could decipher as “WHATTHEHELLAREYOUDOING???”

Daddy put his fork and knife down.

“Rosie, stop this passive-aggressive behavior of yours. Put it to an end and behave like an adult when you address adult matters.”

“Oh well because YOU are behaving sooooo adult alike right now…”

“Rosie, I don’t know what you’re talking about !”

“I’m talking about all that fucking shit oozing from every molecule of this flat and that Sherlock and you keep ignoring ! All that creepy stuff about my Mum and so far and so forth !”

“Rosie, maybe we are avoiding to talk about this because there is nothing to say about this. We already talked about this.”

“NO ! We didn’t !!!”

“Good, that’s your opinion. However, neither Sherlock nor I have more to say about that subject. And regarding your adoption… you know that Sherlock will file the documents, eventually.”

“I need to come down from my drug use, Watson. No junkie will ever be granted the privilege to be recognized as an official parent to any child.”

- Silence –

Dad tried to catch Sherlock’s gaze, but he was staring at his plate. So Dad cleaned his throat and, starting to eat, gently said that Stella was off duty tomorrow and would be happy to show us around in Scotland Yard.

Kiara and I had a super excited gaze exchange and smiled sooo brightly, even Sherlock’s face turned a bit cheerful.

“Scotland Yard is most certainly the dullest place on Earth…” he sighed.

Daddy rose an eyebrow : “oh really ? I actually remember of one time…”

Sherlock turned red concentrated on cutting his sausages into slices. Daddy had a surprisingly mischievous smile I am far more used to see drown on Sherlock’s lips but… anyway. I was happy –YES, I WAS- to feel that moment of peace between us. Even if it was very fragile because my anger and my fears (and not only mine, I could tell) were still there, threatening to burst out at every moment.

It was decided that Kiara slept over and that Molly would get us and then get Yifan to drive us to Scotland Yard.

The cupcakes were a collection of various cats and this was sooooooooo sweeeeeet. I ate the pink one, of course I did. Sherlock told us about his latest case. He was talkative but in a slightly defensive way, seeming to wait for my next angry burst out. You will have to get used to this, genious.

In the end, before going to bed, Kiara and I agreed to send following e-mail to Janine :

“2030-02-22 – 22:46 - to J.Hawnins Beefarm (hawkinsbeefarm@gmail.com) - from Rosie W. (rositabanana.beepowa@gmail.com)

 Dear Janine,

Thank you for your kind answer !

Well I’m living in London, it would be too difficult for me to come over. Skype would be great ! Here are my questions :

- Since when are you a beekeeper ?

- Why have you decided to become a beekeeper ?

- What do you need to become a beekeeper ?

- Can everyone become a beekeeper ?

- Could you describe a typical day of yours ?

- How many bees do you have ?

- How many honey types are they able to produce ?

- How do you pet or groom your bees ? Do they all have a name ?

Thank you very much,

Rosie W.”

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Rosie Watson’s Diary Fri.22/02/2030 (part 2)

Ooooookay. Let’s concentrate. This is DEADLY serious matter.

Kiara, skype-Yifan (for 30 minutes, waiting for Henry to arrive) and I were thinking very hard about WHAT and HOW to ask Janine.

As I said… DEADLY serious.

So far we have come up with four questions :

- Since when are you a beekeeper ?

- Why have you decided to become a beekeeper ?

- What do you need to become a beekeeper ?

- Could you describe a typical day of yours ? (well, it has to look like an essay)

“Well, maybe we could tell this a start ?“

Kiara looked unconvinced. And anyway, Henry did just arrive so Yifan had to leave. So it was just the both of us left.

“What about asking Harry or Irene Adler ?“

“Well Yifan told us we should be careful about what we ask from whom…“

“Ah yes, that’s right.“

“However, we might ask them and see what we get for an answer and… that may help us to find new questions…“

“Ooooooookay. Let’s do it.“

I took my phone and sent a text message :

18:35 – Hello !

18:37 – Oh, Junior. Again.

18:38 – Who is Janine Hawkins ? How come Sherlock proposed to her ?

18:39 – Christ. Not that crap again…

18:40 – So you know her ?

18:40 - Should I ?

18:41 - Whatever. So you know Harry ?

18:41 – Here we are… never trust the Deaf woman…

18:41 – Wow ! That’s not nice to say ! (Kiara wrote this before I could actually take my phone back...)

18:42 –  Junior, I am not nice. Thought you would have noticed by now.

18:43 – Anyway, how did you meet her ?

18:44 – Who ?

18:44 - HARRY !

18:44 - Relax, Junior, no need for shouting, I’m not the Deaf one... Through the Hooper girl, who else ? TCould have deduced this by yourself, really.

18:44 – Er… what ?! O_o !

18:46 – Well, as it appears, and as you already know, aroud your birth both of your Dads had a rough time. It seems that I was on team Sherlock while Harry happened to be on team John. It seems that we both got somehow the same idea around the same time and both considered the Hooper girl to be „neutral ground“. And she just… connected the wires and it worked.

18:49 – How exactly ?

18:51 – Actually, it was nice that the Landlagy got involved too at some point… sometimes it seems to be quite useful to have an actual voice being able to shout some sense into someone, especially if that very someone is not interested in listening.

18:52- What are you talking about ?

18:53 – Well, I also think you were a pretty strong argument… and the Hooper girl, quite surprisingly, used that argument very well. I guess her Officer girlfriend helped a bit.

18:55 – What…

18:56 – What I am trying to tell you ist hat your two stupid Dads are lucky to be surrounded by such an amazing bunch of good willing and patient women. That’s when you feel who knows how to lead a battle and who doesn’t.

Keira was as perplex as I was.

18:56 - ...

19:00 – Some people are born in this world in a position from which they have to fight to achieve something. ANYTHING. No choice : fight or die. The one who survive and achieve something are fighters. They are born fighters. On the other hand, some people are born into a position in which they don’t have to fight (I mean FIGHT) for anything. Those are broken by the very first obstacle. With all respect I have for both of your Dads… they were no fighters. Never had to fight (I mean FIGHT) to achieve something. So… their first real fight was about each other. Both of them, in their late thirties, suddenly discovered that as soon one does not belong to the established norm anymore, one has to fight REALLY hard to actually get the chance to reach happiness. Well… they obviously were both overwhelmed. So… we stepped in.

19:08 – Because you knew how to fight ?

19:10 – Junior… most women are born fighters.

Kiara looked at that text with amazement. She very quickly wrote several words down on a paper. I was far more sceptical.

19:11 – Er… okay…? I don’t know… isn’t this a bit… extreme ?

19:12 – Have you read those books you got from the Landlady ?

19:14 – Harry actually thinks I might be too young fort hem.

19:15 – Well… try to read them, otherwise it seems pretty hard to tell. At your age… I was reading Tobi Vail‘s and Kathleen Hanna’s Jigsaw zine and other stuff… and was completely able to understand all of it. So, if I was able to understand Bikini Kill’s and Bratmobile’s shouting, you should be able to understand Judith Butler’s writing.

19:16 – Actually, Kate’s opinion on the matter is that I was more 15 than 13 at that time… I don’t know anymore. Maybe.

This didn’t make the slightest sense to me, as usual. A conversation with Irene Adler was always soooo exhausting... Always talking about some sociologistic shit I never really cared about. But Kiara seemed.

19:17 – Whatever.

19:17 - You told me Sherlock was a gay man… how come he proposed to Janine ?

19:18 – Wrong person, Junior. Those were times where your Sherlock Dad and I weren’t very close.

19:18 – But you knew/know her ?

19:20 – She was in the newspapers, all over the place. Had a bit of a hat fetish if you ask me.

19:21 – That’s soooooo easy !!!!!!!!!!! Cheater !!!!

Of course, there was no response after that. But Kiara took good notice of „Tobi Vail“, “Kathleen Hanna” and „Bikini Kill“. She promised she would look those up.

We were talking about writing to Harry when suddenly someone knocked at my door : Sherlock.

Of course he had noticed that Kiara was here and wasn’t surprised to find her in my room. Somehow, he looked shy.      

“Evening Watson, evening Kiara. John is on his way, he had an emergency to take care of that’s why he is coming home late. I put some rice in boiling water and bought some of those tofu sausages you seem to particularly enjoy… they are curently frying in a pan. I guess diner will be ready in about ten minutes. Would you mind seting the table while I just get down to buy some cake for dessert ?”

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Rosie Watson’s Diary - Fri.22/02/2030 (part 1)

Yesterday evening, I sent an e-mail to Janine Hawkins. This I am allowed to, nobody looks at my e-mailbox. It’s like knocking at one room. It’s privacy.

“2030-02-21 – 18:37 - from Rosie W. (rositabanana.beepowa@gmail.com)- to hawkinsbeefarm@gmail.com

Dear Mrs Hawkins,

My name is Rosie, and I currently have to write an essay about bees and honey for a school assignment. I found your farm on the internet and was wondering if you could answer some of my questions regarding your activity.

Respectfully,

Rosie W.”

 During lunch break, while I am writing, I still don’t have received any answer. By the way, it is simply SUPER LUCKY that my e-mail address is a silly one that doesn’t give anything away about who I actually am. Imagine if it would have been something like rosie.watson-holmes@gmail.com... Thank god it was Molly and not Sherlock who made me this very address… :)

 I wanted to skip the usual “Saturday lunch” with Molly but Kiara told me not to: that would be suspicious. She said that regarding the situation and regarding the fact that apparently nobody really wanted to me to know what exactly had happened, I had to play it really smart and to act the most “normal way” with everyone so that they would not suspect that we were getting more and more deeper into the matter.

 Yifan suggested to, somehow, manage to kind of trap everyone… like Irene Adler and Harry were reliable to get to with questions because they already had compromised themselves and were somehow trapped.

Never in my life would I have thought about Yifan putting such a devilish sneaky smile on display. Kiara was horrified, I was delighted : brilliant !

And then I got that idea : let’s ask if Stella could maybe show me around in Scotland Yard ! Maybe… Maybe we could like bump into Sally Donovan ! Maybe she would be happy to bitch over Sherlock and Daddy ? Kiara and Yifan wanted to be shown Scotland Yard too. I mean please… SCOTLAND YARD. Well… the official version of it.

At some point, Yifan reminded me that I could also maybe give a shit about my current present and potential future and not spending ALL my time about focusing on my parents’ past. Subtext : Heather and Josh.

“You could at least answer his text messages, Rosie…”

Yeah, I guess I could. If I wasn’t so fucking afraid.

Kiara offered to come home with me tonight, in order to be able to spend a relaxed evening with my Dads. Yifan is never allowed to go out after school without having talked about it at least three days in advance with her Ma and grand-Ma. Well… maybe having a free internet access and a Twitter account is not ALL of it. However, this was nothing new and we would do as usual : Kiara and I at my place (soooo much quieter than Kiara’s OVERCROWDED place where her ANNOYING big brother or small brother or small sister or Mum would like peek inside her room every five minutes to see what we were doing and if we needed something and… I mean, this is great and stuff if you need some biiiig company for playing a board game or so… but we had some serious investigation to do…)

Actually, it turned out that Yifan was introducing Henry to her Mum and Grand-Ma tonight. WUUUT ?! She went sooooo red, it was soooo sweet. Though… I didn’t allow myself to make fun of her… as I knew Kiara would just JUMP on the opportunity to outfun me back, regarding my reaction to the Heather-flower and the Josh-note.

They were right, I have to do something about them.

GOD. WHY IS EVERYTHING HAPPENING LIKE… NOW ?

On our way home, I texted Molly :

17:27 - Hi ! do you think Stella might actually show us around in Scotland Yard tomorrow ?

17:32 – Hi Rosie love ! Well… this comes maybe a bit short in delay but I will ask her. I will let u know. How many of u ? The three usual ?

17:33 – Yep. Who else ?

17:35 – Just asking, honey. Just asking.

Kiara popped by at Mrs H.’s to see if she had her book on Angela Davis’ work and while I was boiling water in the kitchen (Sherlock was not home) I got an answer from Janine :

“2030-02-22 – 17:59 - from J.Hawnins Beefarm (hawkinsbeefarm@gmail.com) - to Rosie W. (rositabanana.beepowa@gmail.com)

Dear Rosie,

What a delightful idea to write an essay about bees and honey !

I would be more than happy to help you out.

I don’t know where you live but if you live too far away from my farm to come over, we could have a little chat over skype one evening after school. It would be great if you could send me your questions in advance so I could prepare the answers.

Thank you for your interest.

Bees are precious. They should be national treasury.

Keep in touch,

Janine.”

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Rosie Watson’s Diary -Thu.21/02/2030 (part 3)

I’m getting super good at ignoring my parents during morning routine. It’s all about boiling from the inside or experiencing the persistent feeling of having been rolled over by a caravan of about one thousand trucks and actually PLAYING IT COOL. YES I am mad at them. Don’t really know why, it’s all far too confused. I just don’t want to talk to them right now. And they seem so uneasy… GUSH LET THEM BATH IN THEIR SMELLY JUICE OF IGNORANCE.

So this morning, like yesterday and the morning before, when Daddy opened my curtains and yelled at me from downstairs, I just did everything silently without saying anything, simply greeting them politely and that’s it. If they think I don’t see their silly “worried” gaze exchanges, they are SO WRONG.

However, I was super early at school today and as Yifan and Kiara are always early, I had actually time to show them Harry’s letter.

Kiara,who was sooooo happy to see that I wasn’t mad at her anymore, just wen,t very silent when I handed her the letter. And she read it three times before she said anything.

Yifan just said that we should add this to the list.

Both of them had found stuff regarding their first mission. We had to wait for lunch break before being able to discuss it.

Yifan had looked up what a dominatrix was and even managed to find a super old Twitter account which seemed to have belonged to Irene Adler “the whipping hand” and… well… there was some interesting content on it. She also had found a super old website with some pictures on display. Gosh, Irene Adler was a handsome woman. A bit creepy but… yeah, handsome. And she really seemed to be dead. Officially at least. But then… well… officially, Sherlock is not my Dad so… I start to get the very strong feeling that there is a HUGE gap between what officially is and what actually is. And I said so in a very sarcastic tone. Kiara kindly reminded me that sometimes, the official version meets the actual version, for example… John Watson is both, my official and my actual Dad. She also added that England is actually and officially an Island. Yifan was not that sure about it. We had a little debate before focusing again on Harry’s letter.

Kiara eventually said : Well… we suspected she knows something… we were right.

So Irene Adler used to be a scandalous dominatrix. This suited what Harry had written me. And even what Irene Adler had actually told me. However, the question now was : WHY WAS SHE OFFICIALLY DEAD ???

Yifan was more concerned about the connections. She told us we should be very careful what we asked whom… as everyone seemed to communicate with everyone… that we should make sure to ask as little as possible to everyone so that they couldn’t guess what we actually knew and what we still needed to discover.

Kiara wondered : don’t they want you to know ?

Yifan answered quietly : I think they all don’t really know how to handle all this and…

… and I think none of them really knows what happened in its whole. Not even my Dads.

Kiara made big eyes and went silent. Yifan slowly nodded.

After a few minutes of silence, Kiara told me that her “XXe Century LGBT issues” research was super interesting while super disappointing and that she had to read a bit more to be able to wrap it all together to give us a somewhat accurate depiction of the situation. She said she started to get an idea of whay and how my Dad might have wanted to hide is bisexuality.

At that point Yifan handed me a paper with Janine Hawkin’s address in Sussex and a phone number. She is a beekeeper and sells honey !!!

How FUNNY is that ???

N.O.T. A.T. A.L.L.

Kiara suggested I should pretend like doing some work for school about honey and beekeeping and call her. And… well… and see.

And then, lunch break was over.

We spent the whole afternoon learning about silly meiosis. Could actually have been worse…

On my way home, I picked a big salad and five Jerusalem artichokes. I put them on the kitchen table and went straight to my room. I had to think. And to think hard.

And I had gotten a new sms from Josh.

I have to answer it.

Damn it.

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Rosie Watson’s Diary - Thu.21/02/2030 (part 2)

I actually woke up, very sudden, in the middle of the night : Harry’s note !!!

I jumped out of bed and looked on my desk. There it was, carefully folded. I took it and went to back to bed and lit the light on, Mrs Bumblebee sitting on my lap.

“Dear Rosie,

I took your book home, I hadn’t finished it yet. I will hand it back as soon as I can.

Well, to the point.

(This hearing people way to tiptoe lines and lines around the actual point doesn’t make any sense to me, so forgive me if you perceive me as rude… It’s just the Deaf people’s way : straight to the point.) (Don’t ask your Dad about it, I guess he is still not used to it…)

Communication between your Daddy and I was never brilliant. As he still struggles with BSL, it is still difficult to communicate truly without falling back to writing. It has been that way since we were little. I guess it will never change. That means that we mostly only talk through text messages and hardly ever meet. When we meet, we only “talk” about the basic stuff. I hardly know what’s going on in his life and he doesn’t know much about mine. But there is ONE thing he is really talkative about : you. He never seems to be able to shut up (or stop writing) about you. But that’s all. And that has always been like this.

It started 13 years ago : just after your mother’s death. It was a time during which your Dad was so lost that he actually started to talk to me. I mean… after years and years of mutual avoidance, he wrote to me and asked me (me !!!) for advice. Of course (of course…), it was about drinking but this was only an excuse to reach out. Your Dad was so isolated, so left alone : I was the only one he could think of when it came to ask for help. I tried to help him the best I could. I think we managed pretty well, regarding the circumstances.

At that time, I talked a lot to Molly, Mrs Hudson and also to… a certain friend of Sherlock whom you seem to know about. I actually met this friend through Molly : she was trying to get some information to help Sherlock. Funny story. Now. Looking back.

However. John told me that you were starting to ask questions about that time and about what happened.

I noticed the books of Judith Butler and Simone de Beauvoir on your desk and I genuinely asked Mrs Hudson how come she thought this was an appropriate reading for a 13 years old girl. She told me that you came down to her asking about those books. Don’t understand me wrong : those books are properly amazing and they should be read by as many people as possible but, nevertheless, they might be a bit tough for a 13 years old. Maybe I’m wrong. However, I have the very strong feeling that the very person who suggested you to read those books might be someone who, maybe, slightly overestimated your ability to really understand them. A person not quit used to deal with children. A person who couldn’t hand you the books over by herself, a person who knew Mrs Hudson had them. Well… as I might have been wrong, I asked her and she confirmed : you are in touch with Irene Adler.

I also asked Molly and she told me you were, indeed, asking question which are difficult to answer.

Everyone knew this time would come. Nobody knew when. I guess everyone hoped this would somehow remain in the shadow.

Well… it is not.

Rosie, you seem to be a very smart girl who likes asking questions and finding answers. No wonder, regarding your parents.

But please, take care of yourself while diving into that dark past.

Your dads, both of them, are great men. Circumstances surrounding your birth were very specific ones. Keep that in mind while investigating. I’m very confident: you will find the truth, eventually. But be aware that every truth is not easy to be dealt with.

Also keep in mind that… your Mum was a bad person.

I know, your dads, both of them, have always spoken in a respectful way about her but… really, this is bullshit. Your Mum was an abusive perp regardless of the angle you use to look at her. Your dad’s were two little pieces on her chessboard. From what I understood so far, so were you.

Never forget this.

Also never forget that biology is one thing, parents and family are another thing. We all were born for different (good or bad) reasons completely independent from our will. The important thing is not why or how we were born but what we have done/become once we have been born and with what we have been given. Our birth circumstances doesn’t define us. And you are, like your dads, a great person.

I guess, as you are a hearing girl, this important message would be more powerful with some music… please chose a music you really like to wrap around those words.

And think about this while investigating.

And also keep in mind that Irene Adler is not Molly. She used to be a dangerous woman. I would seriously be surprised if she had suddenly become a nice little sheep. But she also is a trustful ally as long as you don’t try to cheat on her. Be warned.

Be sweetly hugged my dearest little niece.

Good luck !

Harry.”

God. Why was I mad at Kiara and Yifan again ???

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Rosie Watson’s Diary - Thu.21/02/2030 (part 1)

Actually, yesterday evening I got several more texts.

From Yifan : “Sorry Rosie, I didn’t know Josh and Henry were buddies… but this might actually be good for you, no ? And btw… you could actually answer at least ONE of his texts…”

From Kiara : “Rosie… I’m sorry. I wanted to… somehow make things easy but I guess I was wrong. Please don’t avoid me like this tomorrow… and maybe we could organize something funny on Saturday or Sunday with EVERYONE.”

Another from Kiara : “or just us.”

And from Kiara : “ANSWEEER PLEEEASE !”

Yifan : “Rosie, stop this silly game, and answer to Kiara’s calls. Anyway, I started to do some research and found interesting stuff about what a “dominatrix” is.”

Kiara : “Rosiiiiiiiiiiiiiie ! I’m sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry, please, answer !”

Yifan : “Rosie, can I tell Josh you’re still alive ?”

And suddenly it knocked at my door. It was Sherlock.

“Watson, I guess it’s diner time. As your Dad seems to be wandering around with Mike and Lestrade, we’re left on our own. Shall I order something ?”

I wasn’t hungry.

As I didn’t answer, he came to my desk an put a hand on my chair back. His eyes were flickering all around.

“Watson, we might watch a movie. Do you need help with your homework ? This flower is pretty nice.”

“Yeah.”

*biiiiig sigh*

How more subtle can an allusion get ?

“Yeah… what ?”

“The flower is nice and… I want to watch a movie, let’s have a look at Daddy’s old DVDs.”

“Er… well, as it suits you. Nevertheless, I suggest, as your Dad is not home, to avoid anything closer or further related to cheap horror and to James Bond.”

I didn’t answer and just went down, to the old bookshelf where Daddy’s proud and from-another-age DVD collection is gently waiting to disappear under the dust. I mean… we don’t even own a DVD player, those little funny, colourful boxes are just there on display. In the end, we will have to watch the movie on Netflix anyway. But still, that way I have some kind of old movie’s catalogue at hand. Some old movies are actually pretty cool ! Like… I really loved all those old StarWars (all nine of them) and all those silly Marvel movies or some even older, like “Singing in the rain” or stuff nobody is aware of, anymore. However. Tonight I decided I wanted to watch a seemingly sweet movie called “Love Actually”. So Sherlock ordered some Thai food while I was looking the movie up on Netflix. Found it. We had a funny time. Well… I had a funny time. My favourite story was the one of the Prime Minister and his assistant or of Jack and Judy both being so ridiculously shy while acting all naked. It was actually very funny to see a super young Keira Knightley and a Chiwetel Ejiofor with hair !!! God and I didn’t even recognize Liam Neeson ! However. Sherlock sat quietly next to me on the sofa and seemed to wait for me to provide him with some explanation about how and why I was laughing. But I was in no mood for such a thing. Am I angry ? You bet I am ! So I think he was mostly bored but politely waited for the movie to end an for me to go up to bed. I politely wished him a “good night, Sherlock”.

I heard the sad Sherlock violin’s song raise while I closed the door of my room.

My heart, regarding this matter, is currently of stone. There is NO WAY a silly violin song can melt it.

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Rosie Watson’s Diary - Wed 20/02/2030

God, I’m already overwhelmed with this fucking action plan of a nightmare. I don’t know how to handle this…

This is toooooooo complicated, I’m just a tiny teenager, I shouldn’t have to worry about the previous psycho lover of my soon-to-be-official Dad. I want to be a little bee. Just humming around while looking for flowers with NO boring THINKING all the time.

And also : I spent the most of my day hiding in the classrooms or hiding inside the toilets… well… Heather and Josh are actually freely walking around in that fucking school of mine… Point is… I also had to avoid Kiara and Yifan as… well as Yifan is always around Henry who turned out to be a friend of Josh and Kiara somehow (whyyyyyy ?) spent the whole day around Heather. This is no coincidence. I mean, we are talking about Kiara, here. Whatever.

I went straight home, angry and sad and… found Sherlock sitting on the couch, deeply immersed in his mind palace. God, I want one of those too… Why I am stucked with Daddy’s silly mind bungalow.

Eyes-roll.

I went to my room and sat at my desk. And here I am. Angry and sad.

Some anonymous number –always the same- sent me a text :

16:48 – Rosie ? What’s the matter ? Why did you hide all day ? Are you all right?

Define “all right”, lol.

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Rosie Watson’s Diary - Tue 19/02/2030

Great.

ACTION PLAN.

Accordingly (as would say Ms Hale, our English teacher), we… well, wait, how do you actually use that word within a sentence ?

…

Never mind.

As I was writing, our AMAZING ACTION PLAN unfolds (ha ha, I know how to handle SOME smart words, it’s all about being almost grown up !!!) as follows :

Yifan is doing some research on Irene Adler and on the Aquarium shooting

Kiara is doing some research about Jeanine Hawkins, and polyamory, and suffragettes and LGBT people history through the 20th Century because it is clear to none of us how come Daddy was hiding his sexuality.

I will have to go on asking random things to Molly, Irene Adler, my Dads.

All three of us will have to go and ask Mrs H. and Greg about some other stuff.

Yes, it doesn’t sound incredibly new and innovative but IT IS. Why would it be ? I’m glad you asked ! Because it is organized. Yes, yesterday, we have spent all the afternoon making hundreds of lists of all the stuff we actually knew and I spent the whole morning (obviously not attending class as I suddenly felt sooooooooooooo sick again, it wouldn’t have been wise to send me to school in such a poor state of constant agony and pitiless headache and… well, as Sherlock says : only lies have details. OF COURSE Sherlock noticed I was lying acting but he didn’t really understand WHY. And that’s the whole point. He thinks it is somehow linked to the Heather-flower but it’s not. Really not. Isn’t it ?)

However.

The List.

It was Yifan’s idea. She actually had already started the listing.  But it was unreadable… yeah, I don’t know… Yifan should become a doctor or an astronaut or a poet or… her handwriting is hardly Human. Only well trained teachers, archaeologists and pharmacists can decipher it. So Kiara (with the prettiest ever handwriting besides Josh’s) took the writing over. I couldn’t do it : I had to think and to recall and I was grateful for my Diary to actually exist. Love you Diary !

After several hours, we achieved this, and I just spent the whole morning in writing it carefully and properly down on a nice paper sheet (I am soooo proud !). Yifan and Kiara were shortly here after school to hand me some homework over, and to take a look to my summary. Of course, they did comment it while I was concentrating over some silly ***math***. Would actually have surprised me if not.

John Watson

-loves Sherlock

-is happy that Sherlock will adopt me

-was an Army Captain and spent several years in Afghanistan (soooo hot)

-was in a bad shape when he went back to London (eating disorder?)(suicidal?)

-used to define himself as straight (?!) (your Dad should do some “one-man show”)

-shot a cabbie to protect Sherlock (?)

-met my Mum while Sherlock was dead (seems pretty strange, no ?) (ß please TRY to write in a way that actually allows us to read you !!!)

-married her (loved her ?) (yes, at least in the beginning… I guess)

-pushed Sherlock away (your Mum made him ?)

-was threatened by Augustus Magnusson and the Serbian mafia (?)

-somehow there is a link between Mum’s death and Sherlock that made him lose it all

-rejected Sherlock (hoooooow ???)

-handed me over to Molly because he was too damaged (alcoholic)

-did something awful to Sherlock, including beating the shit out of him (…?)

-somehow managed to come back to 221B, to apologize and to… accept himself

-somehow became Sherlock’s partner and ended up marrying him (who proposed ?)

-is still not quite done with Sherlock’s “death”

-doesn’t like Irene Adler

-links Sherlock’s roof jump to the Aquarium (your Mum died at the Aquarium…)

-can go to the Aquarium but can’t go to Bart’s where Sherlock jumped

-he loves you

Sherlock Holmes

-loves Daddy

-wants to adopt me but needs time

-was very lonely before meeting Daddy

-has  been crying A LOT last few weeks

-used to be a drug addict but had stopped

-has been doing drugs again (call me stupid… eyes-roll) and SMOKES !

-has relation issues with Sally Donovan

-is a friend of Irene Adler

-was considered to be in a relationship with Daddy but seemingly, wasn’t (???)

-jumped from a roof to fake is own suicide because Jim Moriarty made him to (how ?)

-spent two years in Serbia (doing what ?)(dismantling Moriarty’s net)

-had some relation issues with my Mum (God Rosie, she married the man he loved…)(and he was forced to be his best-man) (sexiest bestman ever) (None of my Dads are available !!!)

-had an affair with Jeanine Hawkins (even proposed ?)

-was shot (by who ? why ? how ?)

-was almost killed (according to Molly) (linked to the shot above ?)

-shot Augustus Magnuson out of love for Dad (how does that make any sense ?)

-was somehow involved in the shooting at the Aquarium

-went insane with pain because Daddy rejected him (I still don’t get it) (me neither)

-is deadly afraid of being left by Daddy (doesn’t make the slightest sense to me)

-USED TO BE UTMOST SEXY (ß this is from KIARA !!!!) (actually STILL IS !)

-he loves you

Irene Adler

-was a dominatrix (what’s that ?) (I will find out, don’t worry) (maybe we should)

-is a friend of Sherlock

-knows Jim Moriarty (knows all of the “M”)

-doesn’t like Jim Moriarty (seems a bit afraid if you ask me)

-knows Mycroft (I want to meet him… “Ice Queen” ?)

-knows my Mum and doesn’t want to talk about her

-knows Molly

-knows Greg

-helped my Dads to find each other

-left London

-is married to Kate

-links the fact that my Mum was an assassin to the fact that she married my Dad

-knows a LOT of your Dads’ story

-knows a LOT of fascinating shit about life

Janine Hawkins

-lives in a cottage in Sussex

-was in a relationship with Sherlock (this should be forbidden by law) (KIARA !!)

-worked for Augustus Magnusson

-was my Mum’s bride’s maid (isn’t that strange ?)

Mary Watson

-her name was Morstan

-she was an assassin working for the Government

-Daddy didn’t know when he married her, he thought she was a nurse (maybe she was)

-she didn’t like Sherlock (her husband loved him !!!)

-she was involved with Sherlock’s enemies (Jim Moriarty ?) (Augustus Magnusson ?)

-she put Sherlock in great danger

-got shot in the Aquarium (by who ? why ?) (do we really wanna know ?) (…)

Jim Moriarty

-was an insane bloke who liked to play with Sherlock because he was bored (or in love : he wanted to “burn the heart out of Sherlock”)(well… if that’s so…) (I know, I’m a genius)

-was super powerful

-died at least two times (once in a waterfall in Switzerland)

-made Sherlock jump from a roof

-was put on trial but released

-was either killed by Mycroft (according to Sherlock) or somehow by my two Dads (according to Irene Adler) (THIS dude is THE KEY !!!) (God, I bet it’s all about a heavy love drama…)

-killed my Mum ?

-was he in a relation with Sherlock ? This sounds so plausible… (god, an angry mad lover…)

Augustus Magnusson

-was super powerful because he directed the press (or maybe he directed the press because he was powerful ?)

-was shot by Sherlock in his villa

-threatened Mary and Daddy

Fourth M

-is linked to  Morstan, Moriarty and Magnusson

-Greg knows about him (why “him” ?)(well… good point)

-Daddy knows about him/her

-Irene Adler knows about him/her

-Is dead (according to Irene Adler) is of no danger any more (according to Greg)

Molly Hooper

-raised me when I was very little because Daddy couldn’t

-is “always the one to be there for Sherlock”

-used to be in love with Sherlock (toootally makes sense)

-knew Sherlock was not dead (HOW ? WHY ?) (why didn’t she tell your Dad?)

-knows my Mum and knows what this “great danger” is, she put Sherlock into

-knows Moriarty ? (and the other “M” ?)

-totally knows what happened when you were little

-since when is she with Stella ?

-she loves you

Mrs H.

-knows a lot of shit about feminism

-patched my Dads together when I was little (so, she knows ?)(of course she knows)

-shouted at Daddy while he was letting Sherlock down

-seems to have known Sherlock for a very long time

Greg Lestrade

-knows about the four “M”

-knows Sherlock and Sally Donovan have some relation issues (maybe it could be great to ask her something, one day ? Does she know Stella ?)

-is worried about Sherlock’s drug use

-is super “dad-alike” to Daddy

-knows what happened between Sherlock and Dad when I was little

Harry Watson

-has to know something, she always knows something

So… this is kind of a list and I guess by the time we have answered all the questions, we will have come a whole batch of steps forward. Well I will have to go to school tomorrow.

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Rosie Watson’s Diary - Mon 18/02/20130

Didn't go to school. Daddy wouldn't let me.

Anyway, Yifan and Kiara were here. They spent all the afternoon here.

And now... we have an actual action plan.

I'm too tired to write more. I'm not quite well yet, Daddy was right. Appears, sometimes, he is.

*exaspered sigh"

Got another anonymous sweet text message. Same number. Mmmh...

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If TJLC isn't real...

• Why did Sherlock show an obvious disinterest in women during his first minute of screen time • Why did Sherlock wink at John when he first met him • Why did Mrs Hudson assume that John was Sherlock’s new boyfriend • Why did Sherlock not correct her • Why did John say ‘oh god yes’ the way he did • Why does John call Sherlock brilliant and fantastic all the time • Why did Angelo assume John and Sherlock were on a date • Why did Sherlock not correct him • Why did John ask if Sherlock had a girlfriend • Why did Sherlock say that girlfriends aren’t his area • Why did John ask Sherlock if he had a boyfriend • Why did John smile and lick his lips when he discovered that Sherlock was single • Why did Sherlock assume that John was asking him out • Why was the scene where they are laughing in the hallway filmed like a post-sex bed scene • Why did Sherlock cure John’s psychosomatic limp • Why did Mycroft say ‘may we expect a happy announcement by the end of the week?’ • Why did John instantly trust Sherlock and is loyal to him when he has trust issues • Why did Lestrade say that John knows Sherlock better than he does even though Lestrade has known him for years and John had known him for a day • Why the prolonged eye contact • Why did John shoot a man to save Sherlock even though he had known him for a day • Why did Sherlock look at John the way he did in the car park • Why did they get dinner together afterwards • Why did Sherlock suggest that they go on a date • Why did Sherlock crash John’s date • Why did he spin John around by his shoulders in order to ‘maximise his visual memory’ • Why was Sherlock so arsey to Sarah • Why did Sherlock watch John walk away from Baker Street through the window • Why did Mrs Hudson ask if they’d had a ‘little domestic’ • Why did Sherlock not correct her • Why did John sleep on Sarah’s sofa • Why did Sherlock know that Jim from IT was gay because he is well groomed and uses product in his hair when Sherlock is very well groomed and uses product in his hair • Why does Sherlock know gay underwear trends • Why did John say ‘I hope you will be very happy together’ when Sherlock talked about Moriarty • Why did Donovan say to John ‘opposites attract, I suppose’ • Why did Sherlock look at John after Moriarty said ‘I’ll burn the heart out of you’ • Why did Moriarty say ‘we both know that’s not quite true’ when Sherlock said that he’s ‘been reliably informed that he doesn’t have [a heart]’ • Why did Sherlock freak out so much when he removed the Semtex from John • Why does that scene look and sound sexual • Why was John’s first thought ‘I hope nobody saw you ripping off my clothes they might talk’ • Why do they agree to die together • Why does Sherlock always talk to John even when he’s not there • Why did Sherlock say that sex doesn’t alarm him • Why did Sherlock steal an ashtray for John • Why did Sherlock only look at Irene’s face when she was fully naked • Why did Irene say ‘somebody loves you, if I had to punch that face, I’d avoid your nose and teeth too’ and look at John • Why did John get annoyed and say ‘I had a tea at the palace too, if anyone’s interested’ • Why could Sherlock deduce John perfectly but not deduce Irene at all • Why did Irene say that she wasn’t sure that Sherlock knew ‘where to look’ • Why did Sherlock stutter when John flirted with Irene • Why was Sherlock’s first thought John when he woke up • Why did John cancel his date to look after Sherlock • Why did John get annoyed at Sherlock’s erotic moan text alert • Why did John count the texts that Sherlock got from Irene • Why did Sherlock ignore all of these texts • Why did John’s girlfriend say that John is ‘a great boyfriend and Sherlock Holmes is a very lucky man’ and that she didn’t want to ‘compete with Sherlock Holmes’ • Why was she dressed like Sherlock • Why can’t John tell his girlfriends apart • Why did John say that Sherlock acts heartbroken all the time • Why did John get so angry at Irene when she came back • Why did he shout ‘you’ve texted him a lot!’ • Why did he say ‘you… Flirted… With Sherlock Holmes?’ in that tone of voice • Why did Irene ask if he’s jealous • Why did Irene (who knows what people like) say that they are a couple • Why did John not deny this • Why did John not reply when Irene said ‘well I… Am [gay]. Look at us both’ • Why did Sherlock look so emotional after hearing this • Why did John ask Sherlock how he felt about Irene being alive • Why did John playfully say ‘what, in your bedroom?’ When Sherlock said that they had a client while standing in his room • Why did Sherlock start talking to John even though he wasn’t present and Irene was • Why did he say to Irene ‘why would I want to have dinner if I wasn’t hungry?’ Even though he always goes to dinner with John and doesn’t eat anything • Why did John say ‘John Hamish Watson, just if you were looking for baby names’ • Why did Irene tell Sherlock to 'impress a girl’ and then he looked at John while deducing • Why does Sherlock say 'don’t feel obliged to tell that that was amazing or wonderful; John’s already expressed that in every variant available to the English language’ • Why did Sherlock say 'don’t be absurd’ when Mycroft assumed that he loved Irene • Why did Sherlock randomly say 'I suppose John Watson thinks love’s a mystery to me’ in the middle of a conversation that had nothing to do with John and was about love and sentiment • Why does Mycroft consult John on matters of Sherlock’s heart • Why did John look relieved and smile when Sherlock said 'why would I want to see her again?’ • Why did the gay couple that own the inn in Dartmoor assume that Sherlock and John were a couple • Why did John not correct them • Why did Sherlock smirk at John when he pulled rank • Why did John say 'you with your… Cheekbones and turning your collar up so you look cool’ • Why did Dr Frankland refer to John as Sherlocks’s 'live in PA’ • Why did Sherlock defensively ask 'what about us?’ When Henry said 'look at you and John’ • Why did the papers assume that John is a 'confirmed bachelor’ (euphemism for a gay man) • Why did John say that they 'need to be more careful’ • Why did John not reply when Sherlock asked why other people’s options of Sherlock upset him • Why did Sherlock and John stare at each other in the mirror while getting ready for the trail • Why did Sherlock say 'you repel me’ with such poison after Kitty Reilly said that there’s 'all sorts of gossip in the press’ about him and that she can 'settle the record straight’ • Why does Molly say to Sherlock 'you look sad, when you think he can’t see you’ • Why did Sherlock only lose his shit when he thought that John was starting to doubt him • Why did John chin the chief superintendent for calling Sherlock a weirdo • Why did John trust Sherlock with holding a loaded gun to his head • Why was John’s first thought 'people will definitely talk’ after Sherlock held his hand and they ran together down the street • Why was Sherlock’s first thought 'John’ when Moriarty said that the people he cares about will die • Why did Sherlock cry on the roof • Why was Sherlock’s 'last’ words 'goodbye, John’ • Why did John look so heartbroken • Why did John’s therapist say 'the things you meant to say… But never did. Say them now’ • Why did John refuse • What were the things he never said • Why did John say at Sherlock’s grave 'one more miracle, Sherlock, for me. Don’t… Be… Dead’ • Why did John mourn Sherlock more like a lover than a friend • Why were the S*erl0lololo and S***i4rty ship fan theories dismissed as 'bollocks’ when Johnlock, the main ship in fandom, wasn’t mentioned • Why did Sherlock look so happy to be returning to London • Why did Mrs Hudson assume that John was about to tell her he was ill when he was actually about to inform her of his engagement to 'Mary’ • Why did John say that he was 'moving on’ from Sherlock • Why did Mrs Hudson assume that he was engaged to a man • Why did Mrs Hudson think that Sherlock was John’s boyfriend after years of knowing them both very well • Why did Sherlock keep asking about John while Mycroft gave him important information about the terrorists • Why did Sherlock suggest that he jump out of a cake (which is an action which is usually sexualised) • Why did Sherlock interrupt John’s proposal to 'Mary’ • Why did John not whisper when proposing to 'Mary’, like he normally does when he is emotional • Why did John say 'one word, that’s all I would have needed. One word to let me know that you were alive’ • What did he need the one word for • Why did Sherlock say 'you have missed this… Admit it… just the two of us against the rest of the world’ right in front of 'Mary’ • Why did Sherlock look so hurt as he watched John and 'Mary’ drive away • Why was solving crimes and going on a date linked together via Molly • Why did Sherlock keep hearing John’s voice in his head • Why did he call Molly 'John’ • Why did John shave off his mustache because Sherlock didn’t like it • Why did John not want 'Mary’ to read his blog • Why does 'Mary’ always tease John about Sherlock • Why did John look delighted at the prospect of Sherlock coming to the clinic in disguise • Why was Sherlock so panicked when he realised that John was in danger • Why was he more panicked than 'Mary’ • Why did Sherlock run straight into the fire to drag John out while 'Mary’ just kind of… Stood there • Why did Sherlock cup John’s face • Why is Sherlock in focus and 'Mary’ isn’t when the camera shows John’s POV • Why did Sherlock want to get rid of his parents when John arrived • Why did Sherlock say that he likes his 'doctors clean shaven’ • Why did Sherlock tell John to go and save himself when the bomb switched on • Why did they have an intense discussion about feelings when John thought that they were about to die • Why did John say that Sherlock is the 'best and wisest man’ that he has even known • Why did Sherlock pretend to not care/ forget about the wedding • Why did he try and get Mrs Hudson to leave when she talked about her maid of honour and the end of eras • Why did Sherlock sadly stare at John’s chair • Why did he say 'into battle’ before putting his wedding suit on • Why do we not see any of the actual wedding • Why did Sherlock not move when the photographer said 'just the bride and groom, please’ • Why did Sherlock look so weirded out when Janine said 'no sex, okay’ • Why is Sherlock so skilled at gauging the attractiveness of men • Why did John not care about 'Mary’’s ex coming to their wedding • Why did Sherlock get obviously jealous of Sholto • Why did 'Mary’ notice this and say 'neither of us were the first, you know’ • Why did Mycroft tell Sherlock to 'not get involved’ • Why did Sherlock compare his love for John to 'Mary’’s love for John multiple times in his best man speech • Why did Sherlock go catatonic when John asked him to be best man • Why was that scene so similar to a marriage proposal • Why did Sherlock call John 'the bravest and kindest and wisest man’ that he has 'ever had the good fortune of knowing’ • Why the elephant in the room • Why was John looking for cases to go on with Sherlock instead of planning his wedding • Why was Sherlock scared of John and 'Mary’ getting married • Why did John make a weird face when he called Sherlock 'mate’ • Why did Sherlock imply that he was John’s 'current commander’ and that Sholto was John’s 'ex’ • Why did Sherlock get up and leave when John started talking about 'Mary’ changing his life • Why did John compare his relationship with 'Mary’ to his relationship with Sherlock • Why did Sherlock look so weirded out when Molly said that she’s having a lot of sex with Tom • Why does Sherlock have a file on John • What is in the file • Why did he print out and glue a picture of John’s face onto a picture of the Vitruvian man (the ideal man) • Why did John and Sherlock go to a gay bar during the stag night • Why did the lights look like the bisexual flag • Why did they lie together on the stairs at Baker Street • Why did John grope Sherlock’s knee and say 'I don’t mind’ • Why did their feet keep touching • Why did Sherlock look so upset at Tessa’s story of unrequited love • Why did he take his arm away from John’s shoulders when Tessa said 'I would of liked to have gone further’ • Why did Sherlock lie on the floor with his arse in the air • Why did Sherlock refer to the night as a 'wasted opportunity’ • Why did Sherlock ramble about John’s cooking and jumpers in the middle of the speech • Why did Sherlock tell a room full of women in his mind palace 'not you’ one by one but then pointed at John and said 'it’s always you. John Watson, you keep me right’ • Why did John touch Sherlock on the back when he saw him with Janine • Why do we see Sherlock give a vow to always be there for John but not see John and 'Mary’ give their wedding vows • Why did Sherlock teach John how to dance • Why did Sherlock and John look at each other… The way they did on the dance floor • Why did John and 'Mary’ act worried, annoyed, angry and panicked to the news of Mary being pregnant • Why did Sherlock leave the wedding early • Why did John’s war nightmares come back after not seeing Sherlock in a month • Why did Sherlock go back to drugs after not seeing John in a month • Why did John dream about Sherlock • Why did John dress like and act like Sherlock • Why are the first glimpses of John and 'Mary’’s married life of them arguing • Why did Sherlock move John’s chair • Why did John act… They way he did when he saw Janine come out of Sherlock’s bedroom • Why did his jaw clench when he heard her getting into the bath • Why was John so focused on Sherlock and Janine’s 'relationship’ when Sherlock was giving him important case info • Why did he look so disgusted when they kissed • Why did Sherlock kiss Janine so… Badly • Why did John look so heartbroken when Sherlock 'proposed’ to Janine • Why did 'Mary’ shoot Sherlock • Why did Sherlock try to go to the John section of his mind palace when mind palace!Mycroft told him to find something to calm him down • Why did mind palace!'Mary’ shoot Sherlock in her wedding dress when Sherlock went to the John section of his mind palace • Why did Sherlock restart his own heart when mind palace!Moriarty said 'John Watson is definitely in danger’ • Why did Sherlock never sleep with Janine • Why did Janine say 'I know what kind of man you are’ • What kind of man is Sherlock • Why did Sherlock escape hospital while bleeding internally in order to move John’s chair back • Why did Sherlock and 'Mary’ keep linking John’s romantic preferences to danger to both of them • Why did Sherlock say 'because you chose her’ • Why did John say 'always your way’ • Why did John’s 'apology’ to 'Mary’ seem so stoic • Why did John leave his unconscious drugged pregnant wife to go off with Sherlock • Why did Magnussen say 'but look how you care about John Watson’ • Why did Sherlock look so hurt when he was forced to watch Magnussen flicking John’s face and threatening him • Why did Sherlock shoot Magnussen • Why did Sherlock get everyone else to leave the Tarmac • Why did Sherlock say 'there’s something I’ve meant to say always but then never have’ • What did he actually mean to say (Because it clearly wasn’t 'Sherlock is actually a girls name’) • Why did he say that he thinks the name 'Sherlock Watson’ could work • Why was the first image in Sherlock’s drug induced Victorian case solving mind palace simulation John’s eyes • Why was Sherlock so angry at a woman being in his sitting room • Why did he refer to himself as John’s 'unsavoury companion of dubious morals’ • Why did he play John and 'Mary’’s waltz in his violin while they argued • Why did Molly call Sherlock John’s daddy • Why did he talk to John when John had moved out of Baker Street months ago • Why did the maid point out the problems in John and 'Mary’’s marriage • Why did Sherlock say that he and John were 'together’ in sign language • Why did John say 'two old friends chewing the fat… Man to man’ so awkwardly • Why did Sherlock say that the fairer sex was John’s department • Why did mind palace!John question Sherlock about his sexual experience • Why did he show jealousy of Irene Adler • Why did he ask him why Sherlock needs to be alone • Why did Sherlock keep referring to ghosts and the ghosts of his past etc • Why was mind palace!Moriarty so… sexual • Why did Sherlock deliberately overdose before the tarmac • Why was he reading the story of how they met on John’s blog • Why did Mycroft say 'do you really think anyone’s believing you?’ After Sherlock said he was reading it because he’s 'so much cleverer’ through John’s eyes • Why was real John and mind palace!John so angry at Sherlock about the drugs • Why did he say that he’s 'happy to play the fool’ for Sherlock and 'make him look clever’ • Why did 'I thought that I was losing you. I thought perhaps we were neglecting each other’ 'well you were the one who moved out’ 'I was talking to Mary’ happen • Why were phrases such as 'the heart of the conspiracy’ and 'they are right, and we are wrong’ and 'the women we have disparaged and ignored’ used • Why did Sherlock say that John’s 'always right’ • Why did John save Sherlock from Moriarty at the Reichenbach Falls • Why did Sherlock say that John is 'pretty damn smart’ • Why did Moriarty say 'why don’t you two just elope for god’s sake?’ • Why did 'actually, would you mind?’ 'Not at all’ happen straight after this • Why did John kick Moriarty (Sherlock’s weakness) off the top of the waterfall • Why did Sherlock throw his deerstalker (which represents his heterosexual public image) off the top of the waterfall • Why did Sherlock look so happy falling this time • Why did he smile so softly at John when he woke up • Why did Victorian!Sherlock say 'perhaps such things could come to pass’ • Why did Victorian!Sherlock say that he’s 'a man out of his time’

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Rosie Watson’s Diary - Sun.17/02/2030

I feel like shit. I’m tired.

At least, I’m too tired to think. That’s good. Really good.

So I just lay there, half sleeping, cuddling Mrs HonneyBee.

At some point, in the afternoon, Harry went inside my room. She had a shy smile and waved from the door frame. I waved back. I was surprised, she had cut her hair ! I raised my hands and told her. It suited her well. Really well. Made her look more... elegant, more posh, more like I was imagining a New-Yorker lesbian somehow ? She smiled and blushed a bit. Harry really was not used to compliments.

“So you’re sick ?”

“Yeah.”

“Sherlock had to go out, an emergency call from someone called Sally Dononvan. Your Dad went with him. That’s why I’m here.”

“Oh... Okay.”

“So... if you need something... text me. I will be downstears. Is it all right ? Do you need something ? Are you thirsty ? Hungry ?”

“What are you doing downstairs ?”

She shrugged : I will see if I’m able to find a nice book. I can’t find the subtitles on your television.”

“Oh shit...”

“I’m used to it, don’t worry. No hearing people use subtitles...”

Oh god I felt so sorry for her, stucked here, because of me... with Daddy’s bad scandinavian thriller books and Sherlock’s high literature...”

“You wan’t to take one of my books ? I have some funny ones. You can also sit here, if you want ?”

“Oh really ? Oh that’s nice ! That’s great, so you will just have to wave to call me. You’re BSL is great, I’m so happy we still are able to have a little conversation !”

I smiled. Of course I would never let my BSL fade away... Harry was soooo worth it ! I watched her look through my bookshelves and saw her pick up “Gender Troubles” by Judith Butler. She turned to me :

“You read this kind of stuff ?”

“Mrs H. lent it to me, I haven’t started yet.”

She smiled : “She helped me a lot to accept who I was.As a woman, as a Lesbian and as a Deaf person. Humans are all about identity... It’s important to know who we are so we can be honest to ourselves and then... to the others. It’s all about honesty. I’m happy to find this book here. I hope you will enjoy it.”

She didn’t expect me to answer -sad habit of her- and turned back to my books. When she found  “Leading Ladies” by Marlee Matlin she was so happy... She turned towards me : “You still have it ?”

“Well... you gave it to me !”

She smiled.

She sat down on my chair, by the window, said again that I should wave or throw smething at her if I wanted her attention and started reading.

I felt at peace somehow.

We don’t see each other often. We don’t know each other very well. But I think we like each other. Anyway. I felt my eyes close again. I was so tired.

Well, I must have fallen asleep. Now she’s gone and night has fallen. But I feel better. Great. I need to go to school tomorrow. I need to see Yifan and Kiara.

I can see that she has left a note on my desk. I wll read it tomorrow.

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Rosie Watson’s Diary - Sat.16/02/2030

Yesterday, I got plenty of text messages. From Molly, from Stella, from Kiara, from Yifan… even from Irene Adler. And from an unknown number who remained anonymous. This is all kind and sweet but… Right now, I hardly care.

I spent all day in bed, unable not to think. I HATE thinking.

In the evening, Daddy and Sherlock both came in, stepping slowly over the pink carpet. Daddy sat on my bed edge, at my feet and Sherlock settled on the ground, cross-legged, by my head. He seemed to be far better.

“Watson, how are you feeling ? Better ? Should your Doctor Dad take a look ?”

I didn’t answer, just closed my eyes. Deduce it by yourself, genius.

“You’re angry.”

“Who’s not in this fucking family ?”

“Rosie, watch your mouth !”

“John…”

 Silence.

 “Why are you angry ?”

 As I already mentioned (yes mentally, and ?) : deduce it by yourself, genius.

 “Rosie, we need you to speak. To tell us… is it about school, is it about us, is it about…”

“Just leave me alone, I am sick.”

Sick of you, could actually be an appropriate answer. But I was in no need of a dramatic argument.

 They had a gaze exchange. Daddy patted gently my calf through the cover and Sherlock sighed.

“Just an idea, Watson… merely a deduction… Maybe you want us to talk ?”

 Ow.

Daddy went on, in a gentle slightly hesitant voice : “Feel  free to ask, Rosie, love.”

Okay then. Let’s play.

“Mary Morstan…”

“Mary Morstan is your mother. Morstan was her name before we got married.”

“Who was she ?”

While Daddy said carefully : “She was a nurse.”

Sherlock said, disdainfully : “She worked for the Government.”

Great. At least something started to make any sense here : “Like your creepy Mycroft brother ?”

“Kind of.”

“How is she related to Jim Moriarty ?”

“What makes you think she…”

“I read your text messages. The one from Greg about dead people involving Magnusson, Moriarty, Morstan and a fourth M.”

“Morstan is a very common name, you know…”

“Molly told me my Mum got somewhat involved with Sherlock’s powerful enemies. I know that my Mum and you, Sherlock, didn’t really like each other and that she put you, somehow, in great danger… and I know that Jim Moriarty was an insane creep who liked you (I looked at Sherlock, he made a face) and made you jump from a roof and whose net you failed to dismantle despite spending two years on that matter… How many other enemies do you have ?”

They were like hit by the thunder :

“How…”

“I never told you…”

I just snapped dismissively : “Yifan has done some research. She has actual access to the internet, and Molly has at least the decency to answer to my questions in some way.”

“Well…”

“So, did Jim Moriarty kill my mother ?”

There was a deadly silence. Daddy’s jaw was so tight, his cheeks were trembling. Sherlock eyes were flipping from one side to the other, unable to focus. I had hit hard. I felt some cruel joy. The game was on.

“Watson… what if… you told us all the things you know ?”

“Why ? Would that help you to decide what to answer and what not ? Who was Janine Hawkins ?”

Dad almost swallowed his tongue and Sherlock froze, eyes open wide. I could have stabbed them, it would have been the same. Daddy was coughing hard, trying to catch his breath : “Wha-at ?!”

I wanted to start getting really angry but Sherlock suddenly answered in a calm voice, like he was explaining some dull geometry : “She lives in Sussex, in a nice cottage.”

“You were in a relationship with her ?”

“Yes, briefly. I might remember proposing to her.”

Daddy rolled his eyes, seemingly exasperate.

“W.h.o - w.a.s - s.h.e ?”

Sherlock had the courtesy to answer my poisonous question : “Janine was the maiden of honour of your Mum during the wedding. I was the best man of your Dad, so… it somehow made sense that we ended up together. Social conventions or something.”

Dad roleld his eyes : “Sherlock…”

Sherlock snapped back, petty, fast speaking : “Well, what ? I was b.o.r.e.d and alone and maybe slightly in a vindictive mood and anyway, what was the point ? You had moved out from 221B, your wife was pregnant and I was left on my own to solve Greg’s or Mycroft’s cases…”

“Sherlock…”

But Sherlock went on, speaking even faster : “Magnusson was one of my cases. Lestrade is right, he is dead. I killed him. As a high functioning sociopath, I sometimes… behave in an unappropriated way, especially when I’m bored. Or high. Or when I’m trapped. He was brilliant, he trapped me.”

“Sherlock !”

He rose a challenging eyebrow at Daddy. Something was burning there. Something unsaid.

“And how…”

“Two seconds, Rosie, love, please. I have to add few details, here.”

Sherlock straightened up and crossed his arms, all his attention focused on Daddy.

“Sherlock, on this planet if there were only two people who wouldn’t buy you sociopath bullshit, it’s Rosie and I.”

He took a deep breath : “So… stop it. Stop the self-depreciation. Just stop it. You didn’t shot Magnusson because you were… bored (eye roll), you shot Magnusson because he was a threat to her, to... Mary... and therefore to me. It wasn’t even close to sociopathic unappropriated behaviour or whatever bullshit you want to call it, you dick.”

Sherlock looked down, chewing his tongue.

He suddenly looked up, eyes bright : “Anyway, I killed him.”

“Good, and I killed... the cabbie. That wasn’t boredom either. Just saying.”

They were both looking intensely at each other, something was obviously unsaid, here... and I just… didn’t know what to think. So there we were. It all started with a killer Mum and now I had two killer Dads.

Was that funny ?

Might have been in a parallel universe.

But it was my fucking life !!!!!

I must have looked somewhat under shock because suddenly, Daddy gently squeezed my leg and explained, in a soft voice : “Rosie, don’t panick. Let me explain. You know I was a soldier, a Captain. I was on war, I got hurt. You knew this was no picnic, you know what soldiers do on war. No breaking news here. I have seen many people die. Good people, young people. Anyway, I know when it is time to act, and I know how to use a gun. Regarding that cabbie story, Sherlock was in immediate danger. So I shot. And killed. It was self-defence. Regarding Magnusson, he was powerful and had already tried to kill me. It was also self-defence. Your Sherlock Dad is trying to deflect because of…”

“I’m not deflecting, John !”

“... because he still don’t take it that he…”

“John…”

“…killed out of love for his husband, hello, by the way, that’s me.”

“I…”

“Yeah, I know, you never told it, never did, never do. But I know anyway. Have had devouring doubts since the stag night but I’ve known for sure since the wedding, have known for sure since your best man’s speech.”

“Oh. Was it that obvious ?”

“God Sherlock… even Greg got it.”

“Oh.”

I was still lying in my bed without knowing how or what to think. I wanted to shout like ��HELLO DO YOU REMEMBER ME ????” but… this was actually talking. I started to get the feeling that none of us three had the full version of the very story that had lead to our family.

“So… who was killed by my Mum ?”

“She worked under cover for the Government Rosie Sweetie, neither of us knows it. I even doubt your uncle Mycroft knows all of it.”

“Ah.”

There was a silence. And as I mentally checked the bullet points on my list, I noticed which answer was lacking : “So, who killed Jim Moriarty in this Swiss waterfall car crash ?”

They were both amazed : Daddy in a horrified way and Sherlock in an admiring one.

“I think I’m not wrong in presuming my brother stepped in to take care of that.”

Daddy gently squeezed my leg, again. Sherlock lent back against my desk and looking around my room he noticed –of course he did- the Heather-flower. He rose an eyebrow.

But he didn’t say anything. He just smiled.

My thoughts were dazzling wild around. Or would have if I hadn’t such a headache. I needed some time and some help to sort all this. I would have to ask Yifan and Kiara for help.

My room was filled with a strange silence. Cosy somehow. But also really unusual. And suddenly, Sherlock, still gazing at my Heather-flower, broke it :

“John… you were right. It was not boredom. It was love.”

There was another short silence during which he turned his gaze to Daddy.

“John… I love you.”

Daddy’s hand squeezed my leg so hard I almost screamed out of surprise. But I didn’t. Because I have a certain experience in “playing cool”. Daddy obviously has too : army training I guess. Wouldn’t his fist have stopped my blood from circulating through my leg right then, I could not have said how shaken and struggling to keep maintenance he actually was. Okay, got it, this would be our Watson’s secret. I started thinking… Daddy often calls Sherlock “love”. I had also heard him confess last week. But I actually couldn’t recall of any… wait… was this the first time Sherlock actually said…

“God Sherlock ! During the past 13 (t-h-e-e-r-t-e-e-n) years you didn’t manage even once to tell that ONCE to Daddy ???”

He shrugged : “Considered it to be elementary, Watson.”

Daddy smiled, letting my leg go.

Damn grownups.

And suddenly I threw up.

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Sherlock yawned.

His eyes opened slowly and revealed a sleeping John Watson lying next to him. His mouth opened slightly and short bursts of his breath on his face. Sherlock smiled and thought about last night. How John laid awake with him for hours before his crying finally stopped and he fell asleep. He kicked himself, he was displaying a gross expression of emotion yesterday. He threw logic out the window and filled his head with sentiment and he’s ashamed to think of how John saw him crying over the sink full of dishes because he wasn’t talking to him. Sherlock told himself in that moment that he shouldn’t cry because this wasn’t new to him. He knew the day would come when John would finally decide that he wasn’t worth his time, that he could find somebody better than him. He braced himself for the news, and it hurt him to think that he wasn’t enough for John when John was the whole world to him. He nearly made it without crying, but then he looked at John, who was so close to him, drying the dishes and he couldn’t help himself. When John kissed him, and told him that he loved him, he still cried, but it was because the man of his dreams told him, the most obnoxious, rude, and unpleasant man that anyone could have the misfortune to meet, that he loved him.

The only other time Sherlock had been this happy was when John agreed to move in with him.

The only time Sherlock can say that he’s been happy is only when John is around. The love of his life, his blogger, his doctor…

“John Watson.” He breathed. Said man pawed his face and shuffled closer to Sherlock. Sherlock was sitting up; John’s arms were wrapped around his waist and his head was resting on Sherlock’s stomach. He smiled and rested a hand on John’s back, raking his free hand through the soft blond hair. He had to admit, John’s new hair was very fitting for him, he was always handsome to Sherlock. John let out a soft groan at Sherlock’s head massage and held him even tighter.

“Don’t stop.” John spoke, still half-sleep. Sherlock chuckled. “I have no intention to.”

Sherlock heard John yawn. He raised his head to look at Sherlock. His eyes were still glassy from sleep, and his smile lopsided but so warm and compassionate that Sherlock thought he would cry all over again.

“Do you know that you look quite stunning when you wake up?” John laughed at the question and rolled his eyes. They didn’t say anything after that, John moved to rest his head on Sherlock’s chest, and closed his eyes from the pleasure Sherlock’s massage was giving him.

“You kissed me last night. Well, we kissed for a second time.”

“Yes, I remember.” The conversation trailed off for a bit before John asked, “Why?”

Sherlock’s hands clutched to John’s hair at the question.

“I…I was…I wanted to know if we could, quite possibly, make it a third time?”

John’s laugh came out as a breath. He opened his eyes and sat up to Sherlock’s level.

“Yeah, Sherlock, we can make it a third time, and a fourth time, we can kiss as many times as we want.”

Sherlock felt the blush rising in his cheeks as he thought about all the future kisses they would share. All the days and nights he would fall asleep and wake up in John’s arms. He was so excited to finally be with John, and not just as best friends or flat mates or even as bedmates. He was allowed be in love with John and shower him adoration and affection that the soldier needed desperately. He hummed.

“Let’s make it a third time and see if it is enough.” Sherlock’s lips were already starting to pucker. John’s pressed against his and Sherlock moaned at the joy of being able to do this. John’s mouth spread into a smile, still pressed against Sherlock’s, and he was laughing. Sherlock joined him, the two still nose-to-nose with each other, grinning in the other’s face.

“Was that enough?” John’s voice lowered, making Sherlock’s smile widen to its limits.

“It was enough, John. You’re enough for me.” They both shared a few more kisses until they heard Rosie’s cries from down the hall.

“The day awaits us, love.” John threw his blankets off his body and left to tend to his daughter. Sherlock was still in the bed, fingers lightly caressing his lips and in awe. He put his hand down and whispered, “Love?”

He couldn’t help but smile to himself.

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So yes, the next few chapters will include domestic johnlock, so that I can show their gentle transition into finally being together. 

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Rosie Watson’s Diary - Fri.15/02/2030

I didn’t write.

I actually intended to but while I was scrowling back the conversation I had with Irene Adler, I suddenly saw this :

***09:00 – I hardly know why anyone would mention me speaking about John Watson’s past. I am no Mary Morstan. Don’t get wrong here.***

Mary Morstan.

Morstan.

I KNEW I had already heard it someh… wait…

I froze.

It hit me like a lightening : “Well, Mary Morstan did become, at some point, Mary Watson if I may remind you.”

I shivered hard and gasped for some air. And then brain started to work like a crazy kaleidoscope-from-hell :

***

 *** don’t spoil everything because of old demons from another age. Moriarty, Magnusson, Morstan… they all are dead. The only remaining M is of no danger anymore.***

***

*** It’s… complicated. Your Mum was a bit… er… unpredictable and er… had also a tough past. She was a tough woman who turned out to be very… er… far from what your Daddy had imagined when he married her. At some point she… put Sherlock’s life in great danger and… got somewhat involved with those very powerful enemies of Sherlock and… er… this were hard times for your Dad. His wife and his best friend, as he was calling Sherlock at that time, were a bit waging war and… er… Rosie, this is really messed up and badly summarized, I am so sorry I don’t really know how to put this… well let’s just say that Sherlock got almost killed and that your Mum was shot.***

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*** 09:16 - Was my Mum an assassin ?

09:17 - John Watson married her. I think you have your answer there.***

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I was left panting and feeling sick –so sick- in my bed.

I’m still in my bed. Sick. I have such a headache, I can’t open my eyes in a proper way. I can’t believe what… I don’t understand. I’m not even sure I actually want to understand. I…

Daddy didn’t make me go to school. I know Sherlock stayed at home : he pokes through the door from time to time.

How do you turn a brain off ?