This is a new story that has entered my head and needs to get out. This is my outlet to do so. I hope you enjoy this story as it comes out and continue reading my other work.
My story begins like any other, I suppose. My name is Morgan Holmes. Yes, before you ask, my husband is the great Sherlock Holmes. We live on 221B Baker Street in London of course. John moved out about a year ago and is now living with his fiancee Mary.
Sherlock and I have two children. We have a daughter Elizabeth, who's almost six and a son Jackson. He just turned two. Already, Jack is every bit his father's son, so intelligent. I just hope my little boy doesn't turn into a high-functioning sociopath. Jack doesn't that trait from Sherlock. Bess is a completely different story. This may sound horrible but she is not Sherlock's daughter. I was pregnant with her when we first met. Mycroft was beyond pissed when he found out. John, Mrs. Hudson, and Lestrade kept their opinions to themselves, I was very thankful for that. Donovan and Anderson were not so kind as to keep quiet. The only true reaction I was looking for was from Sherlock himself.
When Sherlock told me that he would help me raise my child, I was so happy and speechless at the same time. But I was also immensely saddened and upset. My daughter's father would never know that she existed. I wished I was home at that moment. If it wasn't for the Daleks and the Cybermen, I would still be with my beloved Doctor. I was torn from his side and thrown into a parallel universe. I honestly have no idea how I ended up here and not into the Void. In this place, Sherlock Holmes is not a fiction character in a series of books. He is very real and he is now very mine.
Sherlock and I have been married for a bit over sic years now, I do love him, don't get me wrong. But my heart was captured by the Last Time Lord a long time ago. I try not to think about that day on Bad Wolf Bay, but it just happens sometimes. At least my husband is there to bring me out of the sadness and the pain every time. I have no idea what I'd do without that man. He is as necessary to me now as the air I need.
Everyone I know here thinks that I have given up on the Doctor. I refuse to give up, I won't. I run this universe's Torchwood and I, along with my employees are working on a "Dimensional Cannon". Irene Adler keeps everything on track at the 'office' when I'm not around. She can be surprisingly trusting when you take absolutely everything away from her. Honestly, I don't give a damn what it takes, the Doctor and I will be together again. He is after all, my husband.
At this point, you may be wondering if what I said before was a load of bollocks. It's really not. I meant what I said. I am married to the Doctor, but I am also married to Sherlock Holmes. It makes perfect sense. Two different universes, remember?
Now that you have a bit of background knowledge, I shall begin my story at the beginning.
The day I married the Doctor.
The best day of my life.
Well there we go. Short, sweet, and to the point. I should have the first official chapter up by Friday. Let me know what you all think and if you have any suggestions. Thanks!
-Morgan Holmes
