A/N: The following prologue is a series of text messages exchanged between my John Watson RP texting buddy and myself. It prompted this fic.
Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock or any of the characters portrayed in it. I am merely a devoted fan.
Second disclaimer: Oh, man. I apologize in advance for writing them out of character. I haven't written serious Fanfiction for Sherlock before (aside from that one blog entry). So...I mean, if you hate it, I totally understand.
John, I've made a mistake. –SH
What did you do? –JW
I agreed to visit my mother. –SH
Your…mother? What is she like? –JW
She's…well, she's very severe. –SH
Will Mycroft be with you? –JW
Yes, unfortunately. She's always liked him better. –SH
Oh, dear. What's the occasion? –JW
Her birthday. I wouldn't have said yes, but Mycroft made a deal with me. –SH
Oh. Will you be alright? –JW
Of course I will. She's simply irritating. Constantly derides my chosen profession. I don't know why I agreed. –SH
She's family, people are always under pressure when it comes to family. –JW
She ignored me as a child because Mycroft is more intelligent and socially capable than I am. John, come with me to see her. –SH
I…..well, are….are you sure? –JW
She told me I wouldn't make any friends. Now I have you. I think she deserves to be proven wrong for once. –SH
That's a fair reason. I'll go. –JW
I'll warn you. She's not pleasant. –SH
Neither are some of my patients. And I've been in war. –JW
I think you'll find my mother is very much like a war zone. –SH
That bad, huh? –JW
She has a sharp tongue. –SH
Is that where you got it from? –JW
Do not insinuate that I am anything like her. –SH
…Sorry. –JW
Forgiven. We'll be going next week. –SH
Alright. –JW
