Hello everyone it's again time for another tale of the Holmes family. I hope you love to read these as much as I love to write them. Also IS EVERYONE EXCITED FOR SEASON THREE. If you aren't then Moriarty obviously burned the heart our of you. ENJOY
"HEY MOM, ARE YOU SURE THIS IS THE RIGHT CABINET" yelled Remington the middle child. Moments later Molly rounded the corner.
"You don't have to yell Remmy, and yes it is. You need to look better" she said. Remington kept sifting through the cabinet and after a few more minutes he found what he was looking for.
"Finally" he said. Remington pulled out a dusty purple box with a black lid. He blew the dust off of it and wiped away even more dust to see the label.
THE HOLMES BOY
"Why are our pictures hidden in this box" Remington asked to no one in particular.
"I don't know, I don't even remember putting them in there. I don't even remember putting them in that box" Molly said. Maybe it was just him but his mother seemed to be growing more senile by the day.
"It doesn't matter, at least I found it" he said.
"EXCUSE me Mr. Holmes. You found it, bull crap, you didn't find anything" she said.
"Ok fine, you pointed me in the general direction, but ultimately I found what I was searching for" he said. Remington took his dusty box and went over to the table and Molly followed. He set the box down and lifted the lid up. Inside the box where dozens of photos and Remington began to pull out stacks of them.
"Why are my photos on Polaroids" he asked as he began to look at the photos.
"I don't know. They shouldn't be, I took all of our photos with a digital camera" Molly said. Molly picked up and picture and immediately she felt stupid.
"Oh my, don't I feel foolish. These are the wrong Holmes boys, these are pictures of your dad and uncle. Look this is your dad in a pirate costume" she said. Remington groaned in annoyance, he had been searching for 30 minutes for the wrong photos. He eventually took the photo from his mothers hand and looked at it. His dad was in a backyard somewhere with an eyepatch, a sailors hat, and a fake parrot on his shoulder, and to top it off he was doing a Captain Morgan pose with a wooden sword in his hand.
"You never told me I was Blackbeard's son" he said. Molly laughed and picked up another photo.
"Oh look it's Mycroft eating a piece birthday cake" said Molly. Remington took a look at this picture and he couldn't help himself.
"Mother that's not a piece of cake, that's a whole cake" he said. Molly rolled her eyes and playfully slapped him on the shoulder.
"Remington Hamish Holmes, you know better than to say things like that" she scolded.
"But he isn't here, and I've got so much material to go on" he said as he pointed of the photos. Molly rolled her eyes again and returned her attention to the photos. She came upon one of Sherlock and a little blonde girl. The little girl was holgind Sherlocks hand,mbut he couldnt be less interested in her. He couldn't have been more than seven years old. Molly flipped the photo and read the words on the back of the picture.
Sherly with his future wife Marjorie June Gibbs.
"Look it's your dad and his future wife" said Molly. Remington looked at the photo and winced.
" she looks a little young don't you think" he said. Molly rolled her eyes. Of corse she had to have a son with a sense of humor.
"Hey mom look, it seems as if Mycroft had a prospective wife to" he said as he handed Molly a picture. Mycroft looked 11 and he was sharing and ice cream with a red headed girl with big black glasses. Molly flipped the picture.
Mycroft and his prospective wife number 12, April Deirdre Boyd
"It seems as if Mycroft was a little harder to match than your dad" she said. All of a sudden Remington burst into a fit of giggles.
"What's so funny" she asked.
"Someone sent dad a beauty shot, apparently his future wife didn't pan out" said Remington I between laughed. Molly snatched up the picture and saw a bleach blonde in a low cut blue dress making kissing faces at the camera. Molly turned the photo.
Forever and Always yours Sherlock, Eva French xxxxxxxxxxxxx
"I find it more disturbing that he kept it" said Remington. Molly giggled too.
"It seems that your father was a very desirable man" she said knowing perfectly well that Sherlock Holmes was DEFINITELY desirable.
"It seems he was. Seems like he showed up Mycroft, I haven't seen one picture from a girl to him" Remington said.
"Well maybe he hit his peak early. He did already have 12 prospective wives by the time he was 11, he must have been a little pimp back in his day" said Molly. Remington became confused.
"I'm sorry mom, but the words Mycroft and pimp don't belong in the same sentence" he said.
"I couldn't agree more" she said. Molly picked up two large photos at the bottom of the box. It seemed to be a family portraits. The one on the top had a small woman sitting in a chair holding a little baby while a man had his hand on her shoulder. They seemed happy and content with their lives, Molly flipped over the picture.
Holmes Family. Thaddeus 25, Agatha 22, Mycroft .1
Wow the Holmes family before Sherlock. Molly looked at the other picture and there was a very distinct difference. This picture had a little curly haired five year old clinging to his mother's skirt. Mycroft was standing in front of his dad trying not to look to disgusted at Sherlock. Molly flipped over this photo.
Holmes Family. Thaddeus 36, Agatha 33, Mycroft 12, Sherlock 5
That seemed more like it. Molly put down the photos and continued to search trough the pile.
"Hey mom look. I think I have dads first piece of evidence that he ever collected" Remington said. Molly took the photo front her sons hand and looked at the back.
Evidence A: Mykie coht red handd wth gurl. Must shuow to mummy
Molly smiled at Sherlock's caption and turned the photo over. Mycroft was kissing a girl and it seemed that the picture was taken from a keyhole. Molly smiled, she would certainly have to show this to her mother in law. Suddenly Molly heard noise from down the hall and moments later Sherlock emerged.
"Perfect timing dad, I just found a baby picture of you in the bathtub" said Remington. Sherlock was utterly confused.
"We found a box of your old pictures Sherlock" said Molly. Sherlock understood now.
"You people seriously didn't embaressing thing a way back when. Why would grandma tak a picture of you and uncle Mycroft in your swimming trunks" asked Remington.
"Parents have always taken embarrassing pictures of their kids, it's one of the joy of parenthood" she said. Remington scoffed.
"Please you will never find a bad picture of me." He said.
"Really, because I'm pretty sure we have some pretty embarrassing pictures" said Sherlock. Remington shook his head.
"Maybe, but they are now where near as bad as yours are" he said. Sherlock huffed and walked back into the hall only to emerge moments later with a purple and black box labeled THE HOLMES BOY 2ND GEN.
"Would you like to make a wager in that Remington" said Sherlock. Remington laughed.
"Of course, but you obviously loose. I have a picture of you and your prom date holding The Skull and that doesn't even crack my top ten list" he said.
"The game, Remington, is on" Sherlock said. For the next couple of minutes the two men searched through the photos try to find the worst one. After a couple of minutes Remington pulled out a photo and smiled ear to ear.
"I believe I have won" he said. Sherlock ignored him and looked for a while longer. Then he found the exact picture he was looking for.
"I believe you have lost. Molly you come be the judge" he said. Molly stepped forward and the two men presented there pictures. Molly picked up Remington's first. It was a picture of a circle of kids playing spin the bottle and it looked like it was Sherlock's turn. The bottle was pointed towards Mycroft. Molly erupted int a fit of giggles.
"Oh my Sherlock this is going to be hard it beat" she said. Sherlock shrugged it off. Molly picked up his pictures. It was in a dark room and Molly could barley see what was going on but eventually she began t make out some figures.
"In case you're wondering what your looking at Molly it's a picture that was taken of Remington during a thunderstorm. He got scared so he found solace and protection with his LITTLE brother Livingston. He is 17 years old in that picture" he said. Molly couldn't help but chuckle a little. Remington's face are grew red.
"FINE, you win, DESTROY THAT PICTURE" he said.
"I wouldn't destroy that picture even if it would kill Anderson"
Hi. I'm back. Did you like the story I hope you did. I love looking at old family albums and old pictures. Each one seems to tell their own story and they all have so much history behind them. I hope you enjoyed it, please leave a nice comment and as always THANKS FOR READING