"Watson," Holmes called from the living room. "You got your first email. It's from- OWCH!"
Watson shoved Holmes out of the computer chair and started to read the email.
As Holmes swore and got off the floor Watson read:
Dear Sherlock and Watson,
Sherlock-You're absolutely brilliant. I know John's already exhausted every adjective in the English language on you and your intellectual prowess, and that Irene has already claimed that she would have you and all that, but honestly you are just brilliant. I think it's because you're amazingly complex and conflicted. You're such a dick, but so lovable at the same time. You're interesting, unlike the majority of people, who are just downright boring and can only get caught up in themselves and talking about a few other people. You get caught up in a case, a problem, and that's just extremely admirable and different.
John-You have such a charming way about you. Girls seem to keep going on about how you're like a ball of fluff, but really, you're not. You're patience absolutely astounds me, and it's something I only wish I could acquire as well. You keep up with Sherlock to an extent and I think that's great. Well, not exactly "keep up" because he does frequently go a mile a minute but you get his ideas and you work hard alongside him. And you don't abandon him. Seriously, I'd want to have a friend like you, because I know I could always count on you to be straightforward and honest. And you are straightforward and honest. People don't seem to notice that because of Sherlock's absurd need to be so obnoxiously blunt at sometimes but you never hold back your thoughts, at least it appears so. Course, I'd never want to date you because... well, you know. Being a lady's man isn't bad though, don't you ever forget it!
Both of you are marvelously interesting people. I think that's about the greatest compliment I can give you two. You two are just so fascinating to observe, you're like nobody else.
Signed, ************ ******* (A/N: Not sure if people want names out)
For a minute, Watson was speechless. Partly because of the complements and inspiration and then partly because they could have found ANYTHING good about Holmes other than his cleverness.
Holmes broke the silence eventally.
"Well, I can see what she means about not wanting to date you."
"HOLMES!" growled Watson. "There's more to this letter then that!"
Holmes held up his hand before Watson could go on.
"I don't want a speech Watson. I could go back to school for that. I understand what they is saying perfectly."
"Then what are they trying to tell us?" Watson demanded.
"That they reeeeally don't want to go out with you. Oh, and you're a ladies man."
"Holmes!" Watson cried as Sherlock ran from the room.
A/N: Ok, so yes I printed the original letters. BUT I needed to MAKE THEM LOOK LIKE LETTERS so I threw in dear and sensually (Please let me have spelled it right) all the works. LOVE YOU GUYS KEEP WRITING OR ELSE MY FLYING PIGS OF DOOM WILL EAT YOU :O Btw, awww the letter on this one… soooo sweet