Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;
Whose misadventur'd piteous overthrows
Doth with their death bury their parents' strife.
Sherlock Holmes was not a fan of fiction. He found it pointless to spend time reading about fictional people in fictional situations when he could be using his time to learn about the latest discoveries in blood testing.
However, he did have one exception. Sherlock would never admit this, even under extreme torture, but in the third drawer down in his dressed, hidden under socks and old bloody bandages, disguised by a cover from Darwin's Theory of Evolution lay a copy of the only piece of fiction Sherlock Holmes owned: Romeo and Juliette by William Shakespeare.
Let's make this clear: Sherlock Holmes was not a romantic. And he found certain points of the plot utterly ridiculous and disliked more than one of the character's choices.
He did however admire how within the first few lines of the text the reader had already been clearly told that the two main characters would certainly die, however by the end of the play even Sherlock himself had a small hope that perhaps the first few lines would not be true and they would live happily ever after.
They didn't, obviously, but while Sherlock Holmes does not believe in fate or luck, he does believe in the past mirroring the future.
His first word was neither Mummy nor Daddy, but instead Mycroft. While he hates to admit it, this seems appropriate.
The first deduction he made about Greg Lestrade was that he was an extremely loyal man. After all, how could any other type of man stay with his wife when she was so clearly cheating on him?
The first word he ever said to John Hamish Watson was 'Thanks'. And even now Sherlock cannot find the words to express how utterly thankful he is that the Doctor came into his life.