Bah, bah, bah, bah bah nana

How are you all?

For the longest time, those first two lines were all I had on this paper. It was fun.

So, I know some people like smut, and some do not( i am one that really doesn't, for reasons that are down below, but, like I said, some really do), but if someone really wants to write some, go right on ahead, I know it's happened before with tons of other stories. It's whatever you want to do, just give me a heads up if you're going to. I probably won't add it in here, as a chapter, but just give me a heads up, so I can tell others who might actually be interested.

Also, I am thinking about writing a Doctor Who short story, but I don't know yet. I don't want to leave this story, and if I wrote the DW story, I wouldn't completely abandon this one, but I get into a habit of having too many stories going on at once, and not giving them equal attention, and it bothers me to no end.

Either way, I just wanted to give you guys a heads up, in case you were interested.

Also, I want to talk to you guys, and raise awareness of an organization that I love.

Fight the New Drug (FTND) is a non-profit organization in California. It is an anti-pornography organization founded in 2009 that focuses on on informing youth and raising awareness for the harmful effects of pornography. Please help and support them, even if it's just spreading the word, or telling a friend (like I am doing now) (This is also the reason why I don't write smut, and won't include a chapter of smut even if someone else wrote it, on this story. Again, if you really want to write it, go ahead, but I shant.).

Rome. 3,000 years of beautiful, influential art, agriculture, culture-a city with beauty at every turn.

"Rome." I whispered, as the plane began to land, and I got a birds eye view of the beautiful city below. "We're in Rome!"

"Buckle up, we're landing." Sherlock reminded. I grabbed the belt.

"Yeah, I know." I said quietly, as I buckled myself in, turning back to the window straight afterwards.

We stood, waiting to receive our luggage, and I absolutely could not wait. I was almost bouncing off of the wall.

Sherlock received his luggage fairly quickly, but we couldn't find mine. Meanwhile the sun was going down...fast!

I felt a tap on my shoulder, and I spun around to find a man, not much taller than me, in a nice looking tux, with a name tug stuck to it.

"Excuse me," He said, in a thick, Italian accent. "Are you Elizabeth Holmes?"

I smiled at the name. "Yes."

"Our apologize, ma'am, it seems the previous airport lost your luggage." he said, shyly.

"Are you serious?" I asked. Sherlock turned around this time.

"We are very, very sorry, we do not know how this happened."

"It's...it's alright." I said finally. "Thank you." He nodded, and left. All of my luggage, save for everything in my carry on (Phone, laptop, makeup, and chargers), gone.

"well." Sherlock said. "We waiting fifteen minutes for nothing."

"Huh." I huffed. "What am I going to do?" I said, running my hands over my face.

"Well, tonight you can borrow some of my pajamas, or, you know," He said, suggestively. I glared at him, and the smile fell from his face.

"Do not continue that sentence, Mr. Holmes."

"And tomorrow, we can get some extra clothes." He said.

"Alright. That sounds better than whatever you were suggesting." I said, walking out of the airport, Sherlock behind me.

I walked out onto the street, and was blown away. The buildings were amazing, beautiful, works of art, and I could smell food. I sighed, happily, and walked down the street, before realising I had absolutely no idea where I was going. I stopped and turned around.

"Other way, dear." Sherlock said, still standing at the entrance of the airport. I stomped over to him, and followed him down the street, to the hotel.


"Yup." I said. "It's all gone."

"Seriously?" Harry asked. Her and John told us to call as soon as we had landed, and I decided to do so, while Sherlock was downstairs. Something about talking to the management? I can't remember, to be honest.

"Yeah."

"Well, tonight it won't be such a big deal." She said, suggestively.

"Oh my gosh, why?" I said, and she laughed. "Sherlock made a joke about that, too."

"Listen, Lil'." She said. "It's your wedding ni-"

"I know what night it is, I'm not stupid." She laughed harder.

"It's not a sin, you know. You're married now. Totally normal."

"Doesn't mean I like discussing it."

Harry sighed over the phone. "Virgin." She teased.

"Proud."I smiled.

"Okay, seriously, though, what are you going to do. One whole week, no clothes."

"We're going shopping tomorrow. I'll get some then. And tonight, Sherlock is letting me borrow some of his pajamas, and don't make a dirty joke, please." She chuckled, and i heard the door open behind me.

"Okay, I'll text it to you, then."

"Oh gosh, no, Harry, don't do that either. I will tell John."

"I'm not scared of him." She said, confidently. I scoffed.

"Yeah, right."

"So, have fun-"

"Harry, I swear, I will hang up on you."

I heard her laugh, and make another obscene joke, and I pressed 'end call' immediately, chuckling to myself.

"Everything all right?" Sherlock asked, unpacking his bags.

"Just Harry being Harry." i said, sending a short text to John, telling him we made it alright, and all that Harry had said, hoping he would call her. I really, really hope he does.

"Have you told John we've made it?"

"Just did." I yawned. The sun had gone down, but the streets were filled with people and cars, just as London is.

Sherlock threw a pair of pajamas my way, and instead of going out, like we planned, we just ordered room service.

Though….it really didn't matter.

If Harry ever found out, I would never hear the end of it.


The next morning, when I woke up, Sherlock was gone. I was confused, but I didn't get up. Instead, I remained in bed. The sun felt nice against my bare shoulder, and the feather bed was heavenly. I didn't want to move.

At all.

Eventually, after ten more minutes, I sat up, wrapping the blanket around me, and looked around the room.

Sherlock's side of the bed was made, something he did every morning when he got up, no matter if I was awake or not, and lying at the foot of the bed was a dress, brand new.

It had quarter length sleeves, and seemed long enough to reach my mid-calf, so I would be able to wear it at the Vatican Museums, not to mention, it was gorgeous.

It was plain white, and the sleeved puffed out a little, but not too much. The material was thin, so I would keep cool, as well, because it was insanely warm here.

It fit perfectly, a little loose, as it was supposed to be, but it was comfortable.

Along with the dress, were some shoes, white, lace, closed toe slip ons, that could go well with anything, and a note from Sherlock, saying he would be back to pick me up, and we would go to the Vatican Museums.

I made some coffee, sat on the balcony, and waited. The buildings in Rome were exquisite. They were old, older that I could imagine, with an insane amount of gorgeous detail that made my heart skip a beat every time i saw something new.

The street below me was full of people and vehicles, as it had been last night, but it seemed the traffic had thickened since then. more people out and about during the day. Getting to the Vatican Museums would be a challenge today, no doubt.

"You look nice. Glad the dress fits." I heard Sherlock say from behind me. I never heard the door open, or shut. I turned my head to look at him and smile.

"Thank you. I love it." I said, glancing down at it. He smiled.

"Ready to go?" He asked, and I nodded, happily strolling back into the hotel room, shutting the balcony door, and following Sherlock out.


The line looked dreadful!

Hundreds of people were waiting just to get tickets in, and then we would have to wait for bag checks.

Just as I was beginning to panic, Sherlock pulled me away from the line, and towards a separate one, shorter than the other, that I hadn't noticed before.

"What are we doing?"

"I've already got tickets. Ordered them the other day before we left." He explained, and handed the tickets to the woman, who smiled, and told us to have a great time.

"Oh." I said. "Cool."

Our bags were checked fairly quickly as well, and we were going to be given a private tour with a few other people.

Beautiful doesn't describe it. There was no language in the dictionary that could. I spent the whole time in awe, pointing out things to Sherlock like an excited toddler, my voice high and squeaky, and I could barely stand flat footed, or I was bouncing slightly in excitement, grabbing onto his arm, holding onto it for dear life.

Sherlock, though, was oddly quiet, only butting in a few times to correct (and insult, under his breath) the tour guide, which he would do anyway, and he doesn't talk much either, but this time it was different. Very different. I didn't say anything, though, until we were out of the museums and back on the street.

"What's wrong?" I asked. He shook his head.

"Nothing."

I sighed, "Alright then. So dinner here, yeah?" I asked, pointing to one of the little restaurants Sherlock and I had talked about going to. I went to walk in, but Sherlock grabbed my arm.

"Not here. We're going somewhere else instead?"

"Why?" I wondered, moving away from the door following my husband down the street.

"Because, it sounded better." he answered simply. I shrugged, and caught up with him.

"Okay."


Sherlock had been staring across the room for the past five minutes, seemingly not listening to anything I was saying. At first it didn't bother me, but now it was becoming a little annoying.

I looked around, then picked a piece off of my roll, and threw it, hitting him right in the forehead.

He turned to me. "What was that for?"

"Have you been listening? At all?" I asked.

"Yes, of course I have." He said, not looking me in the eye. Instead, looking behind me, where he was staring a second ago.

"Alright, then, what was the last thing I said?" I asked, folding my arms on the table.

"Something about you and John playing tag as kinds." he said, waving his hand in the air. I sighed.

"Alright, that was the last thing I said before we walked into the restaurant ten minutes ago." He didn't say anything, and I gave up, turning my head. "What's so interesting over there?" I asked, trying to find what was interesting Sherlock so much. The only people that were at a table behind us, though, was a young couple. The man obviously Italian, tall, and handsome, while the woman was shorter, blond and pale, more than likely a tourist, but they seemed to be enjoying a nice date, both laughing and cutting up.

"Why are they so interesting?" I asked, turning back to Sherlock.

"He's done this before?"

"Done what, exactly?" I asked, turning back to the couple.

"Introduced himself to a 'beautiful' foreign girl, taken her out to dinner, promising to be her tour guide. She thinks he being polite, or flirting, and then he kills her."

"Wow, that's nice. And you're on the case? That's why we're here?" I guessed.

"Yes."

I remained silent, taking a sip of my water, before saying anything. "okay." I said simply, and quietly.

"okay?"

"Okay." I repeated.

"You were hoping for something else?" He asked, slowly.

"I was hoping for a work free holiday. A holiday in Rome that I could enjoy with my new husband, but he is, apparently, preoccupied." I looked back down, folding a corner of my napkin. "I'll just see if the colosseum is as magnificent as they say it is if one is alone, while you chase another psychopath."

"You're upset." He stated. I let out a little laugh.

"A little. I mean, wouldn't you be?" I said, shrugging a shoulder."I get that it's your job, and all, and you love it immensely, and I can't say I don't like it myself-I love helping you- but…" I trailed off. He nodded.

We stayed silent for a while.

"You know, I would storm off and make a dramatic exit, but I have no idea how to get back to the hotel, and you have all of our money." I said with a giggle, and Sherlock laughed as well.

I finished eating, and Sherlock did the same, glancing at the table every once in awhile.

"When you get out of here, turn left, then cross the street, go straight, take a right, and you're there. You know the building. Can you remember?"

I repeated the information back to him with a smile.

"Great." He grinned, and kissed my forehead, rising from his chair, and getting in line behind the couple he had been stalking, paid, and left, following them. I let out a breath of a laugh, watching him, and i felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Not so good, bella?" the waiter asked in a heavy accent. "Free dessert?" He offered. I was going to decline, tell him everything was fine, and an urgent matter had arisen,

buut

Things did go kind of bad, we argued, and dessert sounded marvelous.

"Work, just got in the way." I said, sadly, shaking my head. I wasn't lying. it was true.

He offered a sympathetic nod, and grabbed a dessert menu.

"Order anything, on the house. If there is anything else you need, please, let Adamo" he pointed to himself "know."

I thanked him, and looked over the menu, not sure whether to celebrate, or to scold myself.

I decided to make that decision after my whopping slice of chocolate cake with ice cream, and hot fudge…


"How was it?" John asked with a smile on his face, as we stumbled through the door, bags in hand. I only nodded, as did Sherlock. "Did everything go alright? Other than the lost luggage."

"I had a great time." Sherlock said, with a shrug. I nodded in agreement.

"I did too."
"Must be nice. Work free holiday."

"Nope." Sherlock and I said at the same time, though, I'm sure, for totally different reasons.

"It wasn't work free." I glanced over my shoulder at Sherlock, who rolled his eyes.

"One serial killer. I was working the case for two days, Elizabeth."

I giggled. I wasn't upset anymore, and he did apologize, taking me to Venice for a day to make up for it.

"I'm just messing." I said, taking my camera from my bag. "I got tons of great picture, though." I tossed the camera to John, who had the hands outstretched eagerly.

I took my bags to the bedroom, Sherlock following closely behind.

"Hey, no funny business, either!" John called from behind us. "I'm still in here."

I rolled my eyes.

"I have a feeling those jokes are never going to stop."

"They've happened before?" Sherlock asked.

"You have no idea."


The next week, Sherlock couldn't find anything to do. I had some little errands to run throughout the week, and I asked him to come along, which was a giant mistake, so the morning he got a case, and left early that morning, I was relieved he had something else to do, as bad as that may sound. He was getting restless.

"Good morning." I said, cheerfully, strolling through the kitchen. John was already in his chair, on his laptop, dressed.

"Morning." he mumbled. I grabbed some yogurt from the fridge, and a spoon, settling in Sherlock's chair with the TV remote, turning it to Doctor Who.

I heard the door shut, and someone bound up the stairs. Sherlock charged in, slamming the end of a harpoon, that I never knew he had, on the ground. He was covered in blood, and so was the harpoon, which made me panic.

"Well, that was tedious."

"What did you do?" I asked, covering my mouth.

"You went on the tube like that?" John asked.

"None of the cabs would take me." He said, frustrated, before storming off to the bedroom.

So I know it's kind of short, and I am so sorry, but I had writer's block, and I don't like to force myself to write a whole lot, because then I feel like I'm producing absolute crap (which is what this chapter is, basically)

But now we're getting into Hounds of Baskerville, which is one of my favorite episodes for many different reasons, so I am immensely excited.

So, the story that I promised you, that Belladonna Took reminded me about:

I was, maaaaaaaybe nine…meaning my sister was seven or eight.

We got dropped off at our aunts after schools (because we didn't live in the district, but she did), and our Mom would come and pick us up whenever she got off of work.

One day, we were on our way home, and she told us we were going out somewhere nice with her fiancé, Ben. We were excited (we liked Ben a lot-he was really cool), and we tried to guess where we were going, both of us led to believe we were going out to eat-mom had said nothing, it was just an assumption, since we were low on money, and that was really all we did, that I can remember.

Mom gave clues, one of the being 'Till death do you part', and of course I said we were going to get Mexican (Because, let's face it…he's a man eating beans and spicy food that will tear his stomach up. The bathroom will be occupied, and going inside will result in suffocation. Someone was going to die)

Mom, instead, took us to the church my Papaw preached at, and changed into her dress (one she pulled from the closet), and they said their vows, and it was lovely. Some members of both families were there, so it wasn't huge, and there wasn't a reception or anything, nothing big, no honeymoon, nothing. Just said their vows, and went home.

Anyway, Reviews!

I loved how you incorporated the story! :) I agree that the chapter was a bit rushed, though. You might have been able to elaborate in some places. It was also a bit difficult to pick up on the stress and nervousness that comes from planning your wedding, but I still think you did a lovely job. Really enjoyed the chapter and can't wait for the update!

~CheckAlexa

I'm glad you like it! I think I could have elaborated a lot on everything, almost, but thank you for the compliment. It was insanely difficult, and I was insanely worried, but I am so happy that you liked it!

From: Belladonna Took (Guest)

Belladonna Took:I have very strong suspicions about who R.B is. Took a bit of thinking, but I THINK I know... AND I'M REALLY NOT HAPPY WITH WHO R.B MIGHT BE

Aaaanyway..

I like how you wrote the wedding- and this entire chapter! R.B got me quite worried and I was sort of looking through my entire mind, but then I realised.. and it made me sad. JIM WHY ;-;

DON'T BE SORRY ABOUT BEING EXCITED FOR WRITING REICHENBACH! I'm very very excited for Reichenbach Fall but also dreading it because, well, the obvious.. but, as I've said far too many times, I'm very excited for it and how you'll write it!

It did seem a little rushed, but there, as you said, are months between episodes. And writing and TV shows are two very different things so it may not seem rushed in the series but it might in writing. Elizabeth walking down the aisle barefoot was great xD Elizabeth's shoes are lost in the void... never to be seen again... R.I.P shoes, R.I.P.

I have a small hunch as to where Sherlock and Elizabeth might be honeymooning, but I could be completely wrong so. . . I'll have to wait and see!

EAGERLY AWAITING THE NEXT CHAPTER! :D

-Belladonna

P.S It's also good to know that you like long reviews. I'd have a bit of a problem if you didn't XD

P.P.S YOU CAN COUNT ON ME TO REMIND YOU ABOUT YOUR MOM AND STEPDAD'S WEDDING

I tried to make it obvious….but not. I think you may have got it, though (spoiler…)

I am super excited. I am making myself upset, though, thinking about it. It's going to be torture, but I'll love it….I hope.

I hope that if I ever get married, I have enough courage to walk down the aisle barefoot, but I hate my feet, so maybe socks? Fuzzy, colorful socks! With cats on them! Yeaaaah :)

That was kind of a last minute decision, though. I though 'something about this is way to normal', so we lost the shoes to make it kind of different, because I've never seen a bride who wasn't in heels, or some kind of shoes, but not very insane, or obvious, you know?
And, please, tell me if you were right about the honeymoon destination. I'm insanely curious!

Thank you for reminding me about the story, as well! I totally forgot about it, so when I read your review, I was like 'What in the world is she talking about?', but then I had a lightbulb moment, as I call them, and realized what you meant :). Silly, silly me, silly silly Chris!

Thank you for your lovely review, and I'm glad you liked the chapter!

Anyway, the next chapter should be up soon.

Hope this one was okay, I know it was insanely short, and I'm sorry, but I wanted to get something up soon, and I had major writer's block.

A while back, I decided to do a song per chapter, not really relating to the chapter, just something I like I would love to share, and I haven't done it in so long, but this time, I have one.

A few, actually.

The first one is actually an artist, Iron and Wine, who I am sure I mentioned in previous chapters, but one of my favorite songs by them is Swans and the Swimming.

Another favorite artist of mine is Angus and Julia Stone, and one of my favorites being Just A Boy.

Anyway, talk to you guys later, and tell me what you think of the artist/song if you ever get the chance to look them up. Positive and negative feedback is welcome for anything!

Till next time!

~Eruaphadriel