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'Is it really true?' I asked excitedly. 'You don't mean John Watson? The John Watson?'

Mary's blonde hair flew about her face as she nodded with wild enthusiasm. 'Isn't it wonderful?'

We jumped around happily, my sister because she was in love and soon to be married; me because I was soon to be related to the best friend of the famous, amazing, intelligently brilliant - Sherlock Holmes.

I sighed contentedly then took a slight deep breath, 'Mary?'

She looked around with a curious look, realised what I was going to ask, smoothed down her red velvet dress and smiled.

'Yes, I've met him. He is certainly handsome if you like rugged pomposity which is how he appeared. He is, however, arrogant and pigheaded. He found out about Cedric…'

She blinked back her almost flowing tears at the thought of her deceased fiancé.

'…With his 'skills' of deduction. He is just like the books and Watson speaks highly of him.'

I grinned as my eyes lit up, their usual hazel swirls embedded in emerald waters sparkling with joy at this newfound information.

I stretched in a mock comical fashion, yawned and simply said, 'Oh, I'm tired. I think I'll retire to bed.'

My Sister gave me a knowing smile and gestured me on my way.

'Goodnight Mary… Watson!' I said, proceeding to blush and giggle as she retaliated with, 'Goodnight Jessica… Holmes!'

I walked swiftly to my room and sat at my mahogany desk, littered with papers. I stared at the leather bound book on the shelf above. I took out my quill and ink and lowered it to the stack of paper squares in front of me.

I let my thoughts drift as I wondered which fantasy to write. I had already filled an entire book with them and with this exciting new development I was eager for more.

Picking up the book I flicked through it, making notes of the chapter titles, 'Meeting Holmes… Watson realises his feelings… Watson dominates Holmes… Holmes dominates Watson… Bondage fun with the crime-fighting duo…' I chuckled to myself. In this book they were both at my mercy; I could do with them what I wish.

I stopped at the final chapter, relishing its title: 'The ultimate ending.' I sighed and discovered I was struggling to keep my eyes open. I lay my head on the desk I preferred so much and let the sleep I had been fighting off engulf me.

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'Do you favour the blue or red?' Mary asked me, holding up two dresses as she prepared for dinner with her remarkable fiancé, Dr. John Watson.

I pointed to the blue dress; a light material, soft to the touch and oh so elegant.

I was quite envious of her shapely figure, though she often assured me that mine was just as pleasing as hers which of course made my pale face blush, (as it almost always did) with astonished pride.

My attention was suddenly diverted though, when I heard a knock upon the bedroom door and in walked our maid, Catherine.

'Dr. John Watson here to see you ma'am.' Mary pushed me out of the room.

'Go keep him occupied while I finish dressing!' I took a customary deep breath to gain my composure and descended the marble staircase that mirrored my anxious face.

Entering the parlour room I saw a handsome man nose-deep in a leather bound book entitled. 'The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes.'

I assumed it to be his work and dismissed it, curtseying in a customary polite manner.

He did not respond so I gathered he was too far engrossed in the story. Yet something was amiss.

I crept closer to him and peered at the letters underneath the title. 'By Miss Jessica Morstan'. I shrieked in horror.

He looked up, sincerely worried. Noting my shocked face he jumped up, knocking the book to the floor. 'Miss Morstan! Whatever is the matter?'

I pointed ungracefully to the book now lying open on the floor. 'That is mine. Why are you reading it?' I tried to keep my voice calm and refined but I was trembling inside.

He bent to pick the book up and I could not help staring at his well-defined legs and… rear end, causing me to blush. Straightening himself as he stood, he addressed me.

'I saw the title and naturally assumed it contained my writings, but on further inspection I discovered it was nothing of the sort. It contains some rather good stories, you know.' He shot me a sly smile.

I stammered a half-witted response and tried to clear the distance between me and my sister's fiancé to gain back my book but he gracefully stepped out the way.

'Please, Dr. Watson! That book is mine and contains things I do not want you or… him… reading. It was never intended for anything else other than my own happiness for something I could never have. Please give it back!'

He shook his head coyly and held the book level to his head. 'If it did not concern me or my friend I'd be happy to. However, I am too far intrigued. You have my word he will not see a single word.' With this he placed it inside his jacket, still smirking slightly.

Before I could berate him on his actions, Catherine was back. 'Dr. John Watson, may I present Miss. Mary Morstan.' She gestured to the marble staircase that my sister was descending.

She was wearing the blue dress I had picked out and it suited her well. The fabric came in at her waist and swirled around her legs.

The yet darker blue bustle was a welcome addition as was the sapphire necklace dangling towards her well-endowed bust.

Her blonde, almost mousy brown, hair was tied up in a sophisticated bun and Watson was most appreciative of her appearance.

He approached her in a stride, quick yet commanding, and took her hand as he told her words I would never hear. 'My dear, you look beautiful tonight, Mary.' Her eyes lit up and a slight pink tinged her normally cream cheeks.

As they exited our beautiful home, John winked at me and tapped his breast pocket which I knew held my book with his free hand. His other was entwined with Mary's.

I watched them leave with clear despair.

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