I told myself I wouldn't write anything new until I finished all my other stories, yet here we are... I couldn't resist myself. This story is based loosely off a book called 'The Rosie Project' by Graeme Simsion it's a really cute book and the main character reminds me so much of BBC Sherlock and that's why I had to write my own version of it (obviously).
This story takes place after the events of series three except Molly doesn't exist well...yet. She doesn't work at Bart's nor did she help Sherlock fake his death. Well that's pretty much it, feel free to review and favorite
As always I don't own any of these characters and I probably never will
I hope you like it!
Chapter 1
Sherlock Holmes was always rather content with his life so far, although he would say there was some exceptions he wasn't so content with. For example, there was The Heroin Incident, where he became heavily addicted to the nasty drug and it had taken him years to quit and finally live a normal life again...well what he considered normal anyway. Then there was The Moriarty Incident, which he rarely talked about these days, mainly for John's sake, it had taken time but John Watson had finally forgiven him for jumping off the roof of Saint Bart's hospital, it had broken the ex-army doctor, to see his friend die. It had been difficult on Sherlock's end as well, he wasn't to keen on seeing his friend suffer, but it was something that had to happen. He was fortunate that his brother Mycroft was able to help him, although he'd never admit that to him, but without his help her wouldn't have been able to play it off his death like and actual suicide and go on a two year quest to dismantle the rest of Moriarty's web.
Sherlock now found himself laying on the couch in his flat, sorting over all the things that had happened in the past. Why? Because something felt...different, in fact everything did. Ever since his return from the dead (as John so elegantly called it) everything seemed to go back to normal, but he noticed a change. He realized that everyone had gone on with their lives and that was something he hadn't expected at all, everyone seemed...happy. That was it! Everyone was happy and that made him... jealous? He furrowed his brows lightly at the thought, it made him sick to his stomach to think that he was actually jealous of his friends, but it was true he was jealous of everyone's happiness because a small part of him wanted to experience the same happiness that they were experiencing. He finally decided to get to the bottom of this sudden wave of happiness that was going on in their lives. Sherlock sorted through his mind palace and decidied to begin with John and Mary. What made John and Mary Watson happy? Ever since they got married... Sherlock's eyes popped open and he quickly sat up.
"That's it!" he shouted excitedly.
He heard a startled yelp come from the kitchen and he glanced over to see Mrs. Hudson stomping over to the sitting room.
"Sherlock!" she scowled, "You gave me a fright!"
Sherlock quickly looked over her and glanced at the cleaning products in her hands, "You'll be fine." he muttered in a bored tone, "You don't have to clean the flat you know. You're not my housekeeper."
"Of course I'm not your bloody housekeeper." she protested, "and don't you go on forgetting, the flat just needs a little tidying up, since John doesn't live here anymore this place never gets cleaned up."
She said something about throwing away the moldy food in the refrigerator, but Sherlock was quick to tune her out, instead he continued to think about his new discovery. He could see it plain as day now, the reason everyone was so happy was because they were married! A grin tugged triumphantly on his lips as if he had solved the unsolvable, yet, it all made sense. John and Mary seemed to bask in martial bliss and it only seemed to grow after the birth of their daughter Sophie. Gavin had gotten back with his wife, though Sherlock was still positive that she was cheating, sometimes he was tempted to tell Graham, especially during cases when Sherlock would tell him what he had deduced only to find Geoff grinning like an idiot at a text message on his phone. Even, bloody Anderson had reconciled with his wife and he seemed happy as well. The fact that he was jealous of Anderson made him groan internally, he had really hit a new low, but it made him wonder if marital bliss was really all that special.
Sherlock laid back down, he could still hear Mrs. Hudson rummaging through his kitchen, he finally let out a breath and sorted through all the couples that he knew of. Many seemed happy, but they still had their ups and downs like many couples often did, like John finding out about Mary and her secret identity which turned out that she was in fact an ex-assassin (and he had the gun shot scar to prove it)...There was also Lestrade and his still cheating wife... However, they somehow managed to overlook all that and forgive each other. Sherlock let out a low hum, maybe that was what Sherlock needed, someone to be his companion...his partner. There was always John, but eventually Mary would want him back, he wasn't too keen on the idea of another scar..Sherlock needed someone who would be able to accompany him on cases when John was unavailable or someone who would conduct experiments with him! The possibilities were endless and Sherlock found himself liking the idea of finding someone for himself it would be like having his own personal assistant at his call whenever he wanted! Finally he opened his eyes and sat up.
"It's so obvious!" He said in an amused tone.
"What is, dear?" Replied Mrs. Hudson from the kitchen.
"How could I be so stupid! Of course that's what I need."
"Sherlock what are you going on about? Don't make me call your mother again." Warned the older woman.
Sherlock leapt out of couch and clapped his hands before rubbing them together.
"A wife, Mrs. Hudson." he said with a grin.
"A wife?"
"Yes, I'm going to get married"
"To a woman?"
Sherlock glanced at her, "Of course a woman! Don't be stupid."
Mrs. Hudson made a face, "First John. Now you? Are you going to tell me you two have been straight this whole time?"
Sherlock ignored her question and began pacing the room.
"Who's the lucky lady then?" she asked suddenly.
"I don't know yet." he muttered.
"Oh! Is this an online dating thing? You know Mrs. Tuner told me a story about her neighbor's son, he'd been in a relationship with a woman he met online, it didn't end very well, poor thing." she sighed, "But maybe it'll be different for you?"
"It's not an online thing, Mrs. Hudson." he scoffed, "I don't know yet because I just now decided I'm going to get married."
Mrs. Hudson giggled, "Well you need two people to get married, dear. You can't really marry yourself."
Sherlock's lip twitched in amusement, "That it why, Mrs. Hudson, The Wife Project is on!"
