I thought this was quite sweet - I've been battling with writer's block for so long it's a relief to have finally been able to put pen to paper again (or fingers to keyboard, I suppose). I hope you like this…please read and review! You never know, I might try and do more…
221Beautiful
Sherlock Holmes was bored. He had spent the last three hours in one of London's larger department stores, with Watson and Miss Morstan, being fitted for a wedding suit, trying on hundreds of cravats, top hats, shoes. It was the looks of complete exhaustion on the faces of his companions that stopped him charging from the shop.
Finally, he was dismissed, and walked thankfully towards freedom, leaving Watson and Mary to tiredly discuss something about tables. As he passed through the store, he stopped, his eye drawn to something in one shop's window. Watson saw him enter, and began to remark on it, when he was distracted. By the time they were finished, he had forgotten it.
The day after the wedding, Watson found two boxes in his luggage, which he had not packed. The writing on them was Holmes', and one was to himself, and the other to his wife.
He delivered the box to Mary, and opened his. Inside were a set of silver cufflinks, resplendent in a box engraved with 'To my dear Watson, my very best wishes, SH'. He smiled. So that was what Holmes had done on that day.
He heard Mary gasp, and looked over. Inside her box was a silver and diamond necklace. His wife stroked the piece reverently, and breathed "It's so beautiful…"