Title: The Rant.
Words: Exactly 150.
Disclaimer: I'm sad to say that I do not own Sherlock. If I did there wouldn't be a year long hiatus…
(A/N) I know it's only a little bit of text but I probably managed to make some really stupid grammatical error. Please inform me of this! I'm dyslectic and English isn't my first language so please, any corrections are appreciated!
Sherlock Holmes was an arrogant prick who was too wrapped up in himself to notice anyone but his stupid murder victims.
Sure, he could take one look at you and deduce your entire life story, but he never really noticed anyone, certainly not her. Why? Wasn't she smart enough? Of course not! Who could be smart enough for Mr. I-am-a-genius-and-I-know-your-deepest-darkest-secret-because-of-the-way-you-pronounce-the-word-windmill?
He didn't care that his bloody deductions made her fairytale romance with picture perfect Jim seem like something out of EastEnders! Maybe her little JimJim just happened to like designer underwear!
This, of course brought Molly back to the fact that Sherlock was a stupid git with an ego big enough to fill all of Paddington Station.
Molly Holmes didn't sound right anyway… No, it made her sound like some ancient wrinkled old lady who wore too much perfume. It simply wouldn't do.
However, Molly Watson sounded a lot better…