A/N: 1. All the mentioned characters belong to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. I do not own them.

2. Introduction:

Sherlock Holmes (26) - The witty, arrogant and good-humoured bachelor.

John Watson (26) - The witty, silent and sweet bachelor.

G. Lestrade (Inspector) - A person who is jealous of Sherlock but can also praise him. Also whose first name is unknown.

Stanley Hopkins (Inspector) - A guy who claims to be the student of Sherlock but has other plans.

Mycroft Holmes (29) - A far more intelligent and observant person than his brother Sherlock, but is also quite stupid.

A Peak Into The Past

Someday in 2013

I, John Watson, had to start from here so as to clear any doubt in your, i.e. reader's mind. I don't remember everything clearly but this day will never be entirely forgotten.

Lestrade had barged into our 2BHK, annoying Sherlock who always preferred a quiet atmosphere when he was thinking.

"We gotta go to the pub," said he, ignoring all the angry looks Sherlock sent him.

"Why?" replied Sherlock with a disgusted expression.

"I just had my third breakup in this month and if you don't come-"

"Let's go, Sherlock. It would relax you for a while given how disturbed you're with this case."

"I don't drink," came a curt reply from Sherlock.

"Well, you will today," said Lestrade and dragged us out of the apartment.

"Shall I call Mycroft and Stanley as well?" asked I.

"The more the merrier," said Sherlock, only to annoy Lestrade.

I texted both of them and they were already on their way.

Mycroft was already present and we were soon joined by a person who looked as if somebody had sucked the life out of him, i.e., Stanley.

"So, what's the occasion?" said Mycroft and took in the whole glass.

"Lestrade got dumped thrice this month!" said Sherlock laughing as the drinks had taken over him.

"Well, all three said that they-" Lestrade was rudely interrupted by Sherlock who said, "Shut up, we aren't here to listen to your shit. All ears my way-" said he as he took in his fifth vodka shot, "Dear brother, dear John, dear student and dear weeper, I've wanted to say this since I was fifteen and I guess now's the best time."

"What is it, brother?" asked Mycroft with his head resting on the table.

"I'm gay!" shouted Sherlock with a huge smile.

Stanley, who was very silent until now started laughing and shouted, "Me too!" and got a laugh and high-five in return from Sherlock.

Sherlock turned to me and whispered, "Now's the time, my dear Johnny."

"Well," said I crossing my hands in front of my chest, "I'm gay too." All raised their glasses and shouted 'Cheers!'

Now we all turned towards Lestrade who had a horrible expression on his face, "No, I'm not gay. I love boobs," said he, as if it was an achievement.

"What do you know? Maybe you're gay that's why none of the girls stay." said Sherlock, his voice becoming squeaky from time to time.

Now all eyes turned to Mycroft except Sherlock's who was still eyeing Lestrade.

"What you looking at my brother for? He's one of the most manly man amongst us." said Sherlock, laughing every now and then, "He lost his virginity when he was only thi-"

"Well, well that's enough my little piece of chocolate."

Sherlock looked really pleased at this remark and shied away and then drifted off on the table.

Me and Stanley were the only one sober. Mycroft was used to drinking and was pretty much the same. After Sherlock and Lestrade went unconscious, we concluded our little party.

Well, now let's jump to the present.