AN: I am back. Cheers, mates!
Summary: Behold, the one and only Sherlock Holmes has married! And who to? Why, none other than our dear Irene Adler, who was his rather cunning, kind-of archenemy. Couple years later, they are seen with a young boy, their son.
But it's not only them that have brought a child into this world. You see, the Doctor John Watson has finally married Mary Morstan, and had a young boy couple of years younger than Holmes'.
And if you thought that was it, and we were just in for a happy ending, you might be quite wrong.
Now, where were we? Oh yes, marriages and children. It might frighten you, so beware, but even Professor Moriarty, has a woman with the same cunningness and cruelness. The even bigger surprise? The heir, the child- is not a man.
Yes, dear Readers, she is indeed a woman.
Key:
Sherlock&Irene-Ashton (Asher, Ash)
John&Mary-Lysander (Ly)
Moriarty&MysteryWoman-Mystique. (Mysti)
The clanging of hooves could be heard in the dawn, close to morning. The beautiful and cold dawn is very quiet, with every good girls and boys sleeping and snoring away to their good sleep.
All except for two young, adventurous, and mischievous boys, who, were indeed spending their night thinking and planning for things to do in the morning, the time they could be energetic and without rules.
One sandy-haired boy with warm sea-blue eyes crept up slowly and silently to the edge of the room, picking up a lid that was sealed on top of a wooden crate. He picked the questionable material up with one hand, and let the lid fall onto the crate quietly, making sure to scan the area and room to make sure that there was indeed no-one sneaking up at him.
Well, he was an only child, so that could never happen anyway. He brushed back his blonde hair, and sat on the edge of his bed, sitting slowly to make sure the old bed didn't creak like it did when he jumped on it. Looking at the machine, he clicked the switch located on the bottom of the item. It shook, and for a moment, he seemed uncertain. But swirls began to make itself visible on the top of the curiously-looking machine, and he snuggled into his blankets as the static sound vibrated the room. The boy gasped softly and went deeper into the sheets, to muffle the noise. It stopped, and he brought it back up again and looked at it.
Slowly, a picture began to form on the screen. He excitedly looked at it for more, as she light shone on the right corner. Then a small voice exclaimed something, as he looked at it in shock.
"Ashton, are you out of your mind? If my Mother and Father catch me, they'll shove soap into my mouth for sure!" He heard as he chuckled, responding into the little hole:
"Don't worry, I'll be worse. Dad promised me he would take all of my tools and pocketknife, too!" Ashton replied innocently into the microphone, as he fidgeted with the corner of his shirt. And it was true. His Father would lock it up, and he couldn't see or get it back.
He hoped with his heart that his Dad would forgive him, anyway.
"Ash, maybe we should sleep and see each other tomorrow instead." The smaller boy shakily shot back as he looked left and right, as though their Parents would jump out at him at any moment.
"You dastardly boy, Lysander." Ashton rolled his eyes, but smiled a little. "Okay then, I'll see you tomorrow. Promise?" He added, as the other boy nodded, his green eyes sparkling with joy.
"Promised, Holmes."
"Better keep that one, Watson."
AN: Did I confuse you? I hope I have not. But now, move over Sherlock and John! Now, Ashton and Lysander are the smart and cunning Detective pair.
Happy Holidays, and I'll update the other stories! I swear.