Trials and tribulations of the family Watson Holmes.
Hi guys, this is my first fanfic so I don't really know what I am doing but please no hate and let's see what happens :D
Chapter 1
'Dad come on! It was only for 8 hours, 54 minutes and 12 seconds! That's it, come on, it's fine isn't it? I really hate it when you turn into Uncle Mycroft'
'Now that's a low blow' John muttered beneath his breath which everyone in the room could hear regardless
'That is not the point; it needs to be dry cleaned now! Go on, take it to the one on Charlotte Street by the photo developers but only if Angela is working, if not then take it Bart's and ask Molly if her mother can do it, go on! What are you waiting for? or the smell will cling forever and it will have to go, I will have to burn it for something because that school of yours smells truly disgusting' Sherlock announced without mentioning his daughters comment about his, only biologically and very annoying, big brother
'Well if you are going to chuck then I'll have it.' Jen sated with a matter-of-fact type tone of voice 'I wear it loads anyway it's just that you caught me this time, it looks better on me anyway, haven't you even noticed that I had taken the waist in, you're getting slow dad, isn't he pop?' To which Jen directed to pop who could always calm dad down when he was having one of his hissy fits.
'Look Jen, go take that blasted coat to Angela and if she's there, have it cleaned and then your dad can have it, if she is not there then come back here and you can have it. Okay? Okay' he said to both Jen and Sherlock without giving them both the chance to speak. John then proceeded to sit down and continue reading the paper as if the argument had never happened.
Jennifer Elizabeth Watson Holmes, Jenny to everyone and Jen to dad (Sherlock) and pop (John), is the daughter of Dr. John Watson 'of Fifth Northumberland Fusiliers. Three years in Afghanistan, a veteran of Kandahar, Helmand, and Bart's bloody Hospital' - one of dad's favourites of pop's rants that always makes her laugh. Jen had been told about the case of The Bloody Guardsman when she asked out Aunty Mary's and Pop's wedding – and the world's only consulting detective Sherlock Holmes, but to those who the detective truly cares about to which are only a few it's William Sherlock Scott Holmes.
Years back before Jen was even first thought about. Pop was married to a woman called Mary Elizabeth Watson (nee Morstan) who was actually an amazing assassin who was being hunted down by every secret service the world over with the initials A.G.R.A (she stole the name Mary Morstan from a stillborn baby she saw on a gravestone way way back) anyway Mary and pop were expecting a child but tragically both passed away in an evil, sick and twisted game of Jim Moriarty's – who we now know is definitely dead, that was one hell of a family outing. The death of Mary and Hamish – yeah pop got it wrong and the baby was to be a boy – brought dad and pop even closer and dad helped pop to see that Mary wouldn't have wanted him to be alone and according to dad Mary had always seen the two of them together had she not been in the picture.
So 5 years after Mary and Hamish, Jen's baby brother, had passed, dad and pop got married and pop posed the question having a kid – Jen in case you were wondering - and with the help of a person called Irene Adler to whom when Jen brings up makes dad act very funny and pop proceeds to burst into fits of hysteric laughter. Jen was born. That was 17, nearly 18, years ago and to be honest the family is, in three words unique, one-of-a-kind and extraordinary!
These are the trials and tribulations of the family Watson Holmes.