Summary: Holmes, though as smart as he may be, had always had this notion that he knew what he wanted. But not even he with his skills of deduction, could pick up on even his most hidden secrets, not until a case whisks him and his dear Watson to the country side. Theres been a murder at Birchwood Manor, a lonely manor out in the middle of nowhere, while within its walls something ghastly seeks the perfect candidate. Holmes will need everything in his arsonal to find the culprit, but can he do it before Watson becomes the next victim? SLASH Holmes/Watson, H/W.
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Prologue
For someone so smart, he most certainly was blind.
Or atleast Watson thought so, because Holmes could clearly not see what was right before him, silently offering itself to him. He just failed to pick up on the subtle signs. For deductive reasoning, Holmes couldn't apply it to this department. And what department was Watson speaking of? Well the department that governs the heart, and consequently Watsons unreqainted affections. Though he smiles and admits to Marie that he loves her and wishes to capture her hand in marriage, he is not in love with her. Nor does he wish to marry her. She would not be happy, and he most certainly wouldn't be happy, but he being unhappy was a regular occurance lately. He stared almost sorrowfully down at the large gigantic diamond - a gift from Holmes, to replace the one Watson lost weeks before - on his wifes left ring finger.
Two months until the date. The Wedding. The day he signs over his own happiness. Oh don't get Watson wrong, once upon a time, he imagined marrying the likes of Marie, but since the case of Blackwood- certain things had been shockingly clear. Like his deep affections for Holmes. The very affections he had mistaken for brotherly love. But Holmes was blinder than a bat!
"John, whats wrong?" came the sweet voice of Marie. Her voice had once been like bells, but as the date grew closer it seemed to shift into the thundering 'caw' of crows. Nasty little buggers they were. Watson smiled and kissed his fiances cheek, while drawing her closer to him as they walked down the busy streets of London.
"Nothing my dear, absolutely nothing" He reassured her and she blindly believed him. He didn't spare a glance at 221B Baker street behind him. He could imagine Holmes standing at the window, looking out at them as they walked further down the street to call a cab, a look of absolute abandon on his face. Watson wasn't abandoning Holmes by marrying Marie, in fact, Watson wanted Holmes to see just how unhappy this empending marriage was making him and end it. But maybe he should just give up and continue on, forget about himself and concentrate on his future wife. Perhaps then he could forget about his affections, the adventures Holmes would drag him on - though Watson lived on them like a starving man craving water in a desert - and evidently Holmes himself (though even Watson knew it was impossible). Shaking his head, Watson knew from the bottom of his heart, marriage life was going to be the most boring thing to ever happen to him, and the one thing he had to go through with.