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Sherlock Solutions
3) Mother and Father


John's parents disowned him when he joined the army and so he didn't tell them when he had been shot, this is their discovery of it.


Maria Watson and George Watson were the perfect couple. George was a lawyer and a very good one at that while Maria stayed home and worked in the house and wrote articles for an online newspaper.

Maria Watson and George Watson were not the perfect parents. They had plans for both their children, which fell through. Harriet Joan Watson was going to be author, with a husband and children. John Hamish Watson was going to be well earning Doctor with a wife. On John's sixteenth birthday, the truth about their children came out.

Harriet, now eighteen, had dyed her hair from the beautiful blonde it was before into a dark brown and started to date a girl from her class. John announced that he wanted to be an army Doctor.

He and George got into a massive argument which ended with John packing a bag and moving in with his grandparents, refusing to even look at his parents. Harry, as she wanted to be called, got into fights with her Dad, which ended when she said that she would do the same as John and they would lose both of their children. George and Maria learned to accept Harry for who she is.


Years have passed since John last talked to his parents, and Maria was sipping her coffee while George went through some of his papers when the sound of the post box rang through the house.

"I'll get it" said Maria as she placed her cup onto the table, and went to get the newspaper and mail.

She walked back into the kitchen, sorting through the bills and opening the newspaper to the front cover.

"Oh my god!" she screamed and she threw the newspaper to the ground. George quickly grabbed the newspaper and froze. His son was staring at him from the photo.

George quickly scanned the article before he slowly placed the newspaper down and grabbed his phone, phoning Harry.

"Why is your brother in London?" George asked as Maria slowly read the article.

"Because he is" answered Harry.

"No, I thought he was in a war zone? When did he come home?" asked George.

"A few years ago, he was injured in battle and sent back" said Harry.

"Injured in battle!" yelled George. Maria stared up at her in shock. George quickly put his phone onto speaker phone

"Yeah, he was shot" said Harry, her parents heard her take a sip of something.

"How do you know this, darling?" asked Maria.

"He put me down as he emergency contact, so I was phoned while he was in a coma and was made to take care of him before he ran out and into a motel, and then to Sherlock Holmes" said Harry.

"He was mentioned in the article" noted Maria and she looked at the other man in the photo.

"Yeah, hes sort off different from other people" said Harry.

"Different good or bad?" asked Maria.

"Depends on who you ask, but I've been told that he and John really hit it off or something from a strange man who keeps filling me in on John" said Harry.

"Why didn't you tell us about all this while it was happening?" asked George.

"He asked me not to."


George and Maria were with Harry and Clara in London, for a day trip when they saw a crime scene. Harry recognized the woman at the tape and saw the DI guy was on the phone. She saw him mouth Sherlock.

"Do you want to see John in the flesh?" Harry asked. Clara looked at Mr and Mrs Watson, who both nodded.

"Hide, and somewhere you won't be caught easily" said Harry. The four of them ran into a nearby alley where they can see the crime scene clearly, and not be seen in return.

A taxi pulled up and the man from the crime scene ran from it. They could see the silhouette from the taxi as it handed the driver some money and got out the taxi. Maria gasped when she saw John approach the tape. John nodded to the woman an approached his room mate as he circled the body. The three men kept talking to each other, and eventually, they left.

"I want to talk to him" said George, standing up again. Harry looked at him.

"Are you mad? John will shoot you, and won't regret it" said Harry. Clara nodded.

"He's isn't the same person Dad" said Harry. George glared at her and walked away from her, determined to talk to his son. Grabbing his phone, he looked for John's blog and found the address of John.


George stood at the front of door of 221B Baker Street. He took a deep breath and raised his hand, only to lower it. He mentally yelled at himself. He raised the hand again only for the door to fly open and he found himself face to face with the famous Sherlock Holmes.

Sherlock ran his cold eyes up and down George before he narrowed his eyes and slammed the door in his face. George blinked twice. He placed his ear against the door.

"Sherlock?" he heard his son ask. George smiled, he felt people come up behind him, and saw Maria beside him. She smiled.

"What are you doing?" she asked, quietly. George lifted his finger to his lips.

"What do you mean by my parents? I have never told you of my parents?" said John, Maria muffled her gasp.

"They are right outside. And you father was demonstrating all the signs of being nervous" said Sherlock.

"Why would he be nervous?" asked John, "he hasn't seen me since I was teenager" said John.

"I think he might be here to apologize for the way he treated" said Sherlock.

"George Watson never apologizes" said John and they heard footsteps. The front door was opened and John quickly stepped back as his parents fell to the welcome mat.

"I never told them!" John heard Harry yell, "they saw the newspaper article and got curious." John stared at her before he ran back upstairs.

"You better come in" sighed Sherlock ad he ran upstairs after John. The four of them entered the flat upstairs. Sherlock was standing on a second set of stairs, which led to a closed door. He signaled them to go into the living room.

"John, they just want to talk to you and if they upset you, I can get Mycroft to them" said Sherlock. They heard muffled laughter before a noise of a door opening and footsteps into the living room, where the group of four awkwardly stood.

"Sit on the sofa" said Sherlock as he fell onto a chair, John copied him, avoiding looking at his mother and father.

"John, I am so sorry about what happened those years ago" said Maria. John looked at the fire.

"We just wanted to keep you safe. If you had gone to war, you could have been killed..." said George

"I did go to war, I did safe all those lives and I was injured!" yelled John, standing and suddenly very very furious, "I got sent home, with PTSD and nobody I could properly trust to turn to! So I guess you were right!"

"And I was going to end with I was wrong" finished George.

"Wait, what!" yelled John and Harry together.

"You both have made me very proud, if you did not follow the plans we have set for you. Harry, you are stopping drinking and trying to get back together with your wife. John, you went to war, saved a lot of people and are know part of very famous crime fighting duo" said George. Harry and John stared at each other.

"So, John, I am here to say that I am very sorry for how I treated you when you told us what you wanted to do with your life."

"Er, okay" said John, "but I am so sorry that you have to leave."

"Leave?" asked Maria.

"Yeah, so sorry," said Sherlock, "your mother wants to invite us to dinner next week, we accept and now come on John, we have a murderer to catch!"

Sherlock ran out of the flat. John shrugged.

"See you next week, ask Mrs Hudson down stairs for our number, see ya!" and John ran downstairs, and George saw a gun as his coat flew out behind him.

He and Maria shared a look.