Sherlock and Watson's Earlier Love Story
"Diamonds, silver, gold, and no treasure is untold.
Not even a glint shall change my sense,
That you are mine, which shall never grow old!"
With this sweet and sick poem, Sherlock bowed to Irene. This was a bit earlier than the previous story. Maybe in Sherlock's early detective days, that's when it started.
Irene checked the hallways. "What a sweet poem, Sherlock, but my father is here! Get out of here!" Irene warned. Sherlock smiled and went. "Uh, Holmes, you know that your work is more important than your romantic love story with Irene" Watson snapped. "Ah, you never EVER experience true love! If you were in my shoes, I tinker you would've sent a giant diamond to Irene!" Sherlock laughed. "Sherlock, when would you learn?" Watson murmured to himself. Watson never believed in love. Why didn't he believe in a usual boy-loves-girl-forever story? He actually lost love then. Who was he in love with? Why did he lose that love? Why had he always warned Holmes never to start a relationship? It was very baffling.
But Sherlock sang a beautiful, yet crackly, song for Irene in the park. As many days before, Sherlock gave gifts to Irene. Watson sighed and disapproved all. "Uh, Sherlock, not that I am against your love and all, but Watson might be—at least I can say—jealous?!"Inspector Lestrade joked. "Stop it. I don't think my chum wouldn't be jealous. He's a friend" Sherlock said. "Not all friends will tolerate the fact their love is being their friend's..." Lestrade explained. Little did they know that Watson was there? He was watching. Only then would the query would be answered.
Watson WAS jealous. He thought "Sherlock had everything! He even took my childhood crush!" Sherlock was then having a walk with Irene. Watson always had a rifle for suspects. Sherlock motivated him to NOT help his old chum by unintentionally making him jealous. Lestrade knew that one day Watson would let go—just not now. Sherlock thought merely his friend was joking. "Uh, Lestrade, where is Watson? I want you to send this message for him..." Sherlock happily hushed. "Uh, sure, Lock, anything for you" Lestrade said, using Sherlock's nickname, Lock. "Uh, Watson, Sherlock has a letter for you. It seems to be all roses and hearts, I suppose." Lestrade said to Watson. "Hmm, maybe it's a letter saying I CAN have Irene!" Watson happily supposed. But there was something very disturbing about it.
Dear Watson,
Hey, my old chum, guess this! It is officially me-and-Irene pairing! Any chances drop by in Ms. Cafe to chill out! I do hope you congratulate us!
Your old chum,
Sherlock
"Oh, Watson, why didn't you drop by last night? I know you ARE a friend..." Sherlock drooped. "Uh, um, a, eh, well..." Watson whispered. "You promised me that you were happy and WOULD come!" Sherlock cried. "Grr, it's because I LOVED Irene! You had everything!" Watson shouted.