~I know it's not really a failure, I just couldn't find a better title so I referred to Watson's parent-dinner-failure haha :3 English is not my native language so there may be a few mistakes, please send me corrections and I'll fix it as soon as possible. Enjoy! :D

The great detective Sherlock Holmes sat in his favorite chair in his flat on 221b Baker Street. He was depressed.

His flatmate and dear friend dr. John Watson had found a girlfriend. Her name was Mary and tonight, he was going to eat dinner with her and her parents. If everything went well, he was going to propose soon. Holmes hoped it wouldn't go well.
In fact, he was in love with Watson himself, since the day they met.

Everything about him was wonderful. The way he nagged att Holmes but tried hard not to laugh, and always failed. The same little low chuckle he unconsciously let out when he read the newspaper and found something funny or pathetic. His eyes were stunning too, so intense blue and beautiful.

And sometimes, Holmes felt that maybe Watson liked him too. Sometimes they were very close to each other, but Watson never backed off. Instead, he looked at Holmes with glistening eyes and a little smirk on his face. When people compared their friendship to an old married couple, or joked about them being in love, Watson just laughed and blushed a little.
Even since Watson met Mary, he still did those things.

Holmes hated it, because if Watson really loved him back, he wouldn't have met Mary.
And if he loved Mary, he wouldn't flirt so much with Holmes. Watson was just keeping him hoping for nothing.
That was the reason Holmes was upset.
Stop playing with my feelings, he thought where he sat in his chair.

Then suddenly, it came to him.
If I can stop Watson from getting along with Mary's parents, I can stop Watson and Mary getting married and then have Watson all to myself.
He knew he was extremely selfish, but that's just how he was.

Holmes plan: He would follow Watson when he went to the restaurant, then he'd disguise himself as a waiter and serve Watson food with a drug inside that would make him crazy, loud and disturbing. He would think that everything was funny. Holmes knew, because he had tested the drug himself. He thought it was hilarious but he knew that Watson would kill him afterwards.

Anyways, he would take Watson to the nearby little park, then wait for the drug to stop working. That would take less than half an hour since Watson started to show signs, so Holmes had to be quick. Then he would remove his disguise and tell Watson everything.

Holmes woke up from his deep thoughts when Watson came into his room.
"I'll be leaving now. Take care, don't kill yourself", he said.
"Yes, yes..", Holmes muttered. I will if my plan doesn't work, he thought.
"Well, goodbye then", Watson said and walked out of the room.

Holmes heard him go downstairs and that open the door. With a little slam, he was gone.
Holmes immediately started to gather his waiter-like clothes for the disguise.
People would be suspicious if he'd run around on London's streets as a waiter, so he put the clothes in a backpack and hung it over his shoulder.
He took a false nose and a pair of glasses, and put them in the backpack as well. Then he left his house and headed towards the restaurant.

END OF CHAPTER 1