'Ello, readers! Carter again. 'Fraid I mostly wrote this chappie. Nox has called the next one though, so you'll be getting more of her writing soon!
-CH
Chapter 3-In Which We Meet Our Mother, And Terrify Her Out Of Her Wits
When there was a pause in the row, the twins quickly intervened from their spot on the couch.
"Pardon us," Nox started.
"But really, we need to meet Molly," finished Carter.
John looked a bit embarrassed.
"Oh...yes... she should still be at the morgue..."
"At two in the morning?" asked Carter.
"Or not..."
They decided to check anyway, and to no one's surprise, she wasn't there. But the twins thought the morgue was cool though (which worried John a fair amount). So the Holmes found her address and broke into her bedroom (much to John's disapproval) where she was sitting on her bed with her laptop, typing furiously.
Sherlock, who has no sense of discretion, stormed right up to her and started quite calmly, "Molly," but soon he escalated, "Who the **** are these kids!?" Molly just gaped at him.
John took a gentler approach. "Hello Molly. Would you do us all a favor and explain what happened approximately..." he turned to the twins. "How old are you?"
"Twelve," said Nox.
"And a half," continued Carter. John turned back to Molly.
"Twelve and a half years ago?"
Molly gaped further and spluttered, "Sh-Sherlock... b-b-bookstore... Carter... Nox... social worker...gone! Eventually she broke down crying.
Sherlock, the main highly functioning sociopath finally realized that he must of hurt the woman's feelings, because he turned to John and asked, "Not good?"
"No, Sherlock Idiot Holmes," he replied, temper rising. "Not good."
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One long explanation of how the offspring of Molly Hooper and Sherlock Holmes came to have a pair of twins later, the children themselves were beginning to get tired. Normally they could run on about 2-4 hours of sleep each day (not recommended), but they figured tonight was an exception to the rule. We really need to get some sleep, thought Nox. They had quite zoned out on their mother's explanation. Frankly, they didn't really care. And since they are writing this story, thank you very much, Nox won't bore you with her thoughts on the matter and all of the details. Details, details. Earth going round the sun? Details. How their parents met? Details. It doesn't really matter. Things would still be the same anyway. Sorta like those lyrics to that "Queen" song... what was it? "Bohemian Rhapsody"? Nox remembered now. "Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter". She was sure Carter was thinking the same thing.
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Actually, Carter was busy thinking how she had missed the last Doctor Who episode, and how she really needed to catch up, but it was close enough.
Hello others who may be reading our works, I am Nox Holmes, another writer of this compilation. We thank you for reading and positively reviewing us. Please enjoy and take lightly our writing, as it is our first officially published work. Thank you again, and have a nice first day of the rest of your life.
-NH
Oh, and thanks to Carmen and May, our beta readers, for editing and pointing out our mistakes and keeping us going with our writing (No matter how many times Carmen decides to put the lyrics to "I Can Swing My Sword" by Tobuscus in the orginal document when we are not looking!)
-CH