A/N: Here is my first Sherlock Holmes fic. Watson is ruminating before his wedding to Mary. I hope you like it! Reviews are appreciated!
"Come, Watson! The game's afoot!"
So had begun so many of our adventures. Adventures where we had faced death, doom, and destruction together. Holmes outsmarting the world's foremost criminals and I there with my trusty revolver for those times when the underbelly of society didn't play by the rules.
Now, however, we would be going on an adventure neither one of us was equipt to handle. Neither Holmes's brilliant mind, nor my revolver could be of any use on this upcoming venture. We were going to be moving into the future…separately.
No longer Holmes and Watson, we would now be Sherlock Holmes—Confirmed Bachelor and his old roommate Dr. John Watson—Married Man. Yes, the long awaited separation had come. Dreaded by some (Holmes) and anticipated by others (Mary and myself). How Holmes was going to get by without a keeper, I had no idea. Luckily, that was now Mrs. Hudson's problem and no longer mine. No longer would I have to be constantly making sure he ate enough, slept enough, and relaxed enough. No longer would I have to be constantly on the look out for the poison he filled his body with. No, I would soon be a free man. Well, as free as a man can be when he's getting married. Not that I was dreading the loss of my freedom. No! I had had enough freedom while living with Holmes.
Not that I was going to be totally ignoring my friend. Quite the opposite. It had been understood quite early on in my relationship with Mary that Holmes would not be brushed aside if our relationship gained a more serious nature. I would still be seeing him on occasion when I was in the old neighborhood or if he needed another pair of hands on a case.
I had known Holmes for much longer than I had known Mary, in fact, without Holmes I would never had met Mary. Thus, if I was made to choose, Baker Street would again become my permanent residence. A fact I had mentioned to Holmes and had later come to regret. I did not regret my decision to choose Holmes if need be, merely I regretted the decision to inform Holmes of my choice. Every time thereafter when he had 'accidentally' run into Mary, he said or did something to cause her to loathe him. Or, at least, that was his intention. I deduced that Holmes was merely attempting to separate us by making me chose between them, when he knew that he would win. After I had informed her of this, Mary had asked how he had gotten that notion. Needless to say, I had no friend in London that week. (Mrs. Hudson would have been counted as a friend, but I had angered her earlier that day when I had asked her for the twentieth time within five minutes when she was going to serve us lunch.)
After the first six months, Holmes must have decided that Mary was not going anywhere, because he grudgingly gave us his blessing. He is, of course, to be my best man. We have decided on a small ceremony in Mary's church. The priest is going to be the man who had married her parents and baptized her and her siblings. Her youngest sister is to be her Maid of Honor. The wedding will be a small, intimate affair that will signal the beginning of our life together. A life that will hopefully be a long, prosperous one.