John Watson was a very happy man. He had finally plucked up the courage to confess to the man that he loved. Sherlock Holmes, being the man that he is, took the information well. He stood silently for half an hour. As soon as the information was processed he proceeded to carry John to the bedroom and make them both very happy men.
The next morning as john was about to head to work he noticed a small gift basket upon opening the door. It contained a waffle iron and a note of congratulations from Mrs. Hudson. Well it seems like he wouldn't need to break the news to her. The basket did, however, remind him of all the people who would need to be informed (for sanity's sake). It was going to be a long day.
Informing everyone at the Yard had been amusing to say the least. Sherlock had taken particular pleasure in silencing Anderson mid rant about his inhumanness by smacking a big one onto John's lips. Lestrade began to curse upon hearing the news. John worried for a moment before he noticed Lestrade grudgingly fork over fifty pounds to one Sally Donovan who had been standing next to him with a smirk.
With Mrs. Hudson and the Yard over with, John had one last person to break the news to. He would have preferred to leave her out of it entirely, but he knew that if she found out on her own he would never hear the end of it. With a deep breath john sent a call to Harriet. When she answered the Phone he quickly told her the news and pulled the phone away from his face. The squeal still managed to hurt his ears. Before he hung up he heard Harry shout, "Hey Clara! Haeve ya heard about are Jawn!? He's a gaye man nae!"
A/N: This was really inspired by Catherine Tate. I really love her sketches. I hope you enjoyed this little number but if you didn't then I guess I'll have to enjoy it for the both of us.
