A/N: I'M BAAAACK!

And with a question!

For those of you who've read my other stories, I've got this one called *Insert Awesome Title Here*. Would you guys like me to bring it back? I really liked that one, and all the reviews I got on it were good! Think on it. Pleeeease?

As for my other discontinued story, it's never coming back. Hate to say it, but it's gone. Bye-bye.

STILL OWNING NOTHING.


Dear Mycroft,

DO YOU HAVE ANY HILARIOUS CHILDHOOD STORIES OF LOCKIE?

Raychie

Dear Raychie,

Well, there is this one time when- Mmph! *gets tackled by a sheet-wearing Sherlock*

-Mycroft

Dear Sherlock

Is it true that your little bro is Q from James Bond?

Raychie

Dear Raychie,

YOU TRIED TO GET MYCROFT TO TELL YOU CHILDHOOD STORIES. I NO LONGER TRUST YOU.

-SH

Dear Sherlock,

What would you do if you and Jess (read my fanfics) got locked in a closet for 4 hours? Are you really as sappy as I write you? On the inside?

Author

Dear Author,
I... uhm... Jess seems like a very, very nice lady, however... um... COMING JAWN! *runs off*

*Author-lady drags him back* Now, Sherly, answer their question!

But... Oh, fine. I... uhm... I doubt I'd do anything without getting to know her? And I'd definitely tell her entire life story back to her.

And I guess I am. I dunno. It's hard to concentrate with Jawn blasting Bruno Mars' Grenade in the next room.

-SH (And Author-Lady)

Dear Author,

Sorry about him. He's a little cranky after being locked in a closet for five hours.

-Author-Lady

Dear John,

I have pictures of red pants Monday. If you don't want them released onto the internets put on this kitty jumper,

*Hands author kitty jumper to give to Jawny*

and eat this clearly not drugged the heck up jam with some toast.

Sincerely, This-is-not-Mike, anonymous.

Dear This-is-not-Mike, Anonymous,

*eyes widen* SERIOUSLY? OH, I DON'T WANT SHERLOCK TO SEE ME IN- I mean wat? Oh, fine, I'll put them on. Just because I've got a reputation to uphold and people PHOTOSHOP anything of me that gets released on the interwebs... *puts on jumper* And thanks for the toast and jam! *omnomnom*

-John-not-Jawn.

Pst! Pssssst! Fp! Fpeeeeee!? There are drugs in the jam. I'll leave it up to you to discern what kind. :3

I'm guessing you were calling me? Well, I'm thankful that you told me and not Jawn or Sherly. :3

I'll give it to him and see what happens... Whoop. Jawn's collapsed in the floor. I'd better go take care of that.

I WAS NEVER HERE!

Dannnngit. I love you Jawn. Okeee.

Dear Anon-who-didn't-leave-a-name,
Um... Love you too? I guess?
-JOHN-not-Jawn


Insane amount of Johnlock here, guise. Insane amount.

Love you all! And I love this story!

Until next time:

~~FP