A/N: A Holmes' view of Watson's marriage type fic. Spare me some slack on this one, though, because it's more of a serious tone than I've ever written for Sherlock Holmes. Y'ever think how crappy the movies would be if they'd made them in the present day? Half of it would be CGI or it would be animated, and Holmes would get a love interest we've never heard of and he'd be all angsty with emotion for like, ever. Or he'd get with Irene Adler shiver. HE FEELS NOTHING AKIN TO LOVE FOR HER. Watson said so. Lolz, here it is- most clichéd fic EVER.
A/N: P.S.! I figured how to get that nasty first line thing out and the chapter title is very clever (sheah, right). It's a pun of a Beatles song! Yay!
Watson is getting married.
How lovely.
I knew I shouldn't have bothered with people. They always leave.
It's human nature, I should think. I don't really know much of human nature being that I'm so different.
That's why I will never fall in love. People are as clear to me as mud.
I mark other men out to be fools, but how should I know? Love seems worthwhile to them.
What is love? And how would I know if I ever knew?
Watson says that a man simply knows. As if a thought or feeling could be generated that a man cannot explain in words and he could possibly know what it was, or that any other man could know his was the same. And they could call it by one word and it could justify to one standard and that no one would challenge that it was anything but a brief lapse in his judgment.
Watson says you have to feel it to understand it. I understand loss, though I have never felt it.
But perhaps I am feeling it now.
Watson says that when he saw Mary he just knew. I am even less of a believer in what has been so dubbed "love at first sight." How could you see someone and know you loved them before you'd even been introduced? I did not see Watson and know we would be friends. I did not know until just now that we were, but I suppose I am not so fallible as to think something I did not mean.
Like Watson is doing right now.
How on earth could they decide to get married? How could I work without him now that I work so well with him?
Good lord, what if they have children?
Then it will be all he will think about, he will have to work longer hours and come home to a wife no longer happy to see him simply because he is home but because he has the bread and cheese to momentarily cease their wailing, nagging, wagging tongues.
And he won't be happy.
But he won't be able to ever come back to me now. He is choosing her over me.
What one Earth does that bloody Mary Morstan have that I do not? Besides the obvious… She is a woman.
I should have known she'd play dirty.