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-REPORT: My grandmother had cancer in her kidneys and it spread to her spine. Her
spine began collapsing so badly she went from 5'4" to 4'7". It spread to her arm and
a recent MRI showed that the cancer reached her brain too. On Saturday 19 Dec 2015,
she was in so much pain they had to heavily sedate her. She could no longer respond
physically despite hearing. I got sick and since she had been showing some signs of
improvement, I didn't go see her for the past few days. I didn't want to get her sick
and be the reason she died.
-Nana passed a few hours ago. And I hadn't seen her in a week.
-I feel like shit.
22 December 2015, Tuesday:
"Are you sure you don't want to go with Mycroft and Greg?"
"We'd have to share a vehicle with the two of them," said Sherlock, sounding as if it was the worst thing to ever happen. "I don't want to deal with that."
John shrugged and grabbed their bags. "Do your magical thing that makes cabs appear."
The ride out to Cornwall by transit would take about seven hours in all, not counting the various stops along the way. At least the seating was spacious and no one wanted to sit near them. That left the two to cuddle in the uncomfortable seats and simply enjoy one another's company.
Sherlock busied himself by deducing every person they saw. He hadn't gotten to brag to John in a while and with John's low encouragement, he went all out, trying harder than normal.
John's giggles spurred him on to giggle as well and the two sat back, enjoying the misfortune of their fellow riders.
"That one," Sherlock said, pointing to a woman with a pea-coat and a scarf, "is having an affair and is trying to hide the evidence from her boyfriend who is right beside her. Her affair is with the boyfriend's friend over there. The boyfriend though, is also having an affair with the friend. And the friend if having an affair with the woman's sister who is sitting on her other side."
"The bloody hell are they doing?" John asked, sounding amazed and confused.
"Each other," said Sherlock simply, causing another round of giggles.
"How could you keep such a darling away from me?!" Mummy said accusingly, pulling John into a tight hug.
It seemed that John was fated to be shorter than everyone in his life. Mummy towered over him the same as Sherlock did. It was hilarious.
John smiled and handled himself admirably, greeting her warmly and accepting the pats on the head and the kisses on the cheek. He then laughed when Sherlock was forced through the same, Mummy checking his hair and his face to make sure that he was alright.
Father was much more calm, shaking John's hand and exclaiming over his firm grip.
"My boys are always getting the good ones!" Mummy crooned. "An army doctor and a detective inspector!"
She hustled them inside, telling Mycroft and Sherlock to take their significant others to their rooms.
John smiled when he saw the room Sherlock grew up in. "I'm not shocked," he said, staring at the chemistry set on the far table.
"You really shouldn't be," said Sherlock. "Not with my family at least."
"Your parents are so… ordinary."
Sherlock snorted. "These days, yes. In Mummy's youth she helped MI5 and father profiled serial killers. They're retired now and don't have to worry about strenuous work because Mycroft handles it all."
There was a moment of silence before John said, "I'm really not surprised."
The Personal Blog of Dr. John H. Watson
22 Dec,
We're going down to Cornwall for the holidays so please do not bother us
for the time. We'll be up and raring to go the day after Boxing Day.
Happy Holidays to all of you!
Best regards,
John H. Watson.
"You know, John, we really need to work on your grammar," said Sherlock as he reviewed John's recent blog post. He'd have to go in a edit it once John was sleeping.
The blond smirked. "Be good, Sherlock. Remember, you have three more days left."
With that warning, John bundled himself into the bed and looked for all intents and purposes as if he was going to sleep.
Sherlock patiently waited until he was snoring before he went ahead and fixed the post because it was dreadful.
The Personal Blog of Dr. John H. Watson
22 Dec,
EDIT: We will be spending our holiday in Cornwall for the next few days. Any
cases must wait until 27 December. Keep your inanity to the bare minimum
and do not waste our time with unimportant or boring problems.
Enjoy the hols.
Regards,
-SH
Mycroft Holmes 22 December 23:14 Go to bed, Sherlock!
Sherlock Holmes 22 December 23:15 Shut up! Take your own advice!
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