DragonShifter: AGHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Stupid writers block. Anyway, a couple of you seemed a bit concerned with the way I wrote them talking. Thank you for pointing that out to me, for I don't exactly know how they talked back then. I thank all of you who have reviewed, for it makes my day. Thanks.
The rest of the evening was spent getting to know one another. The Watson's knew that Holmes didn't need a whole lot of time to get to know other people, but they noticed that Holmes went along with Mary's parents in getting to know them. He was polite and did not show off his skills. For once in his life, he followed the rules of society. Mary's parents soon left leaving the Watson's and Holmes in comfortable silence. They sat there in silence for fifteen minutes, then Watson spoke "Holmes, thank you for being civil." Holmes looked up at Watson and smiled slightly. "I don't want you and Mary being angry at me." He said quietly. Watson smiled; he knew that Holmes had restrained himself from being his usual self. He had noticed that Holmes had been trying to be normal, but he missed Holmes being Holmes.
Watson felt a hand on his arm and turned to see his wife staring at him. She moved her head towards the dining room and got up. Watson followed her into the dining room and waited for her to speak. Mary sat in one of the chairs and spoke "John, I am a little worried about Sherlock. He seems to be trying too hard to be normal." John relaxed slightly and nodded. "He does seem to be trying too hard. I will talk to him later in private." Mary nodded and they went back into the parlor. They found Holmes staring out the window. Watson looked at Mary and she nodded. She left the room and went up to bed. "Holmes" Watson said coming up behind Holmes. Holmes turned his head and looked at Watson. "What is up with you?"
Holmes sighed and turned around all the way to face Watson. "It is harder to be normal than I thought." Watson nodded and waited for more. "I found somewhere where I can lodge permanently"
"Is that so" Watson inquired with a slight frown. "Where would that be. You know that many people think that you are dead, and you also know that not many people would put up with your usual habits when you are not around me." Holmes smiled a tiny bit then looked Watson straight in the eye. "I told Mrs. Hudson, and apparently Mycroft has preserved my rooms. So, I will most likely be moving into my old rooms soon." When Holmes said this, Watson's frown turned into a full scowl. "Holmes, You know that you are perfectly welcome to stay here with Mary and I. Why would you think about leaving?" Holmes frowned. It was then Watson realized that Holmes did not want to impose on his wife and himself, and did not want to ruin their good name. "Blast my and Mary's good name and reputation Holmes, We are family and family stick together. I know you want to protect us, but I knew full well what I was getting into when you decided to trust me to help you, way back on our first case together, and so did Mary when she married me. We can protect ourselves Holmes, and we understand the way you work."
"You do not have to leave us, and we have room enough for all your junk so to speak. You know that we do." Holmes looked down at his feet ashamed for thinking to leave Watson and Mary. Watson was right, and Holmes knew it. "You are perfectly right old cock" Holmes murmured. "I am sorry for thinking about moving out. But, I know that I promised to be normal, which does not evolve all my 'junk' as you so kindly put it." Holmes looked at Watson as he said this and smiled when he saw Watson do so. "Holmes, no matter how hard you try to be normal, I do not think you will ever succeed. Please do us all a favor and stop trying. It is making everyone depressed." Holmes had to laugh at that. "You are most definitely right. " I will send for my stuff tomorrow then."