Together from the start
John happily skipped up the seventeen steps to his flat. Whistling a tune, he threw the door open making an equally excited Sherlock jumped of the sofa and pulled John by his jumper into a kiss. "I got it." John said more calmy then he felt. "Without me?" he gasped. "Hm. I dont think you deserve that kiss I gave you." Sherlock said, fake disapointment in his vocie as he turned away to hide his smile. "Well how about I just return it?" John asked, and still smiling he snaked around and planted a small peck on Sherlock's lips. "Wait. So who signed my name?" Sherlock pulled away and eyed John. "One John Watson." John said smugly. "You clever little sneak." Sherlock bent down to prove his 'little' point. "Ha ha ha. I learned from the best. Told them it was a surprise, gave it a nice twist, and they signed and let me go." John smirked, going in his bag to pull out a framed document.
Gay Certificate Of Marriage
This Certificate states that
John H. Watson and Sherlock A. Holmes
Were married on this day
the 31 of December in the year 2011
Sherlock snacthed the frame out of John's hand and looked at his name. "Hm. I've tought you well dear Watson." Sherlock smiled and walked over to the wall behind his armchair and hung it up next to an old black and white photo. "Sherlock what's this?" John grabbed the picture next to the document and blew some dust away. "Sherlock?" John called to the tall, lanky detective getting champane in the kitchen. "Hmm?" was the reply. "Do you know who James T. Hamish is?" John asked, still holding the picture. "Yes. He was my great grandfather's 'partner in crime' as it were." Sherlock chuckled, walking out to the living room with two cups of wine. "The Hamish family had been by the Holmes family side for years till the last Hamish, Lucinda, vanished." Sherlock tilted his head a bit. "Couldn't find the champane. I think took it Ms. Hudson took it for her and Ms. Turner's poker night." Sherlock said shaking his head. "Wait. How do you James Hamish?" Sherlock asked, tilting his head interest after placing the two cups of wine on the table. "Well I may have never told you this but my family name was changed from Hamish to Watson." John showed the picture to Sherlock. It was James sitting in an armchair, sharing a smile with, Sherlock's great grandfather, Sherlock J. Holmes. "Lucinda is my grandmother. She left London and changed the family name to Watson. Can you believe it? Years have passed and I'm still by you side." John smiled and placed the photo back on the wall. Sherlock picked up the two cups and handed on to John. "Our fates are intwined from this life to the next." Sherlock spoke with love. "Not even death can do us part." John finished clacking the glasses together.
John and Sherlock died in 2020. They were married for nine years. Before John had gotten together with Sherlock he had sex with Sarah(Unhappily). She kept it hidden that she had his child. Sherlock had a quick, small, drunken fling with Molly and, like Sarah, had a child. Both children were 23 and in collage by the time their father's had died.
"John W. your roommate will be Sherlock H." The Dean shouted in the loud cafateria. The room became silent with whispers. 'Poor new kid. Got get stuck with the freak..' 'Wonder if he knows..' John smiled to himself. Sherlock was the name of the guy he helped early this morning with a murder case. He was the most oddest, most amazing, most brillant man his ever met. John looked around the room to see if he spot the tall lanky geuins. He spotted the mad man standing at the far east corner. Sherlock smiles, winks and walks off. 'God! I think I'm in love! Ugh cant wait 'till mom hears about this..' John runs his hand through his sandy blonde hair with a sigh
The end~ ^.-