Hey everyone I have a new story for you today. This isn't going to be mainly about Sherlock and Molly and it will focus more on their children. I know you all seem to like them and you want me to write about them more. Also I was reading a fan fic the other day and another writer had Sherlock and Molly's youngest son also named Livingston, you rock whoever you are. ENJOY
"This is boring" moaned a blonde girl with a silly party hat in her head. She was in a room with 9 other teenagers who look equally bored.
"I know right" said a teen with curly black hair. A older boy who looked like the teen stood up and had a devilish grin on his face.
"Lets lighten things up shall we" he said. He walked over to a cabinet and pulled out an empty wine bottle.
"Lets play spin the bottle" he suggested. The blonde girls mouth shot open in shock.
"Remmy, we are teenagers and that is not an appropriate party game" she said. Remington rolled his eyes.
"God you've always been a buzz kill Heather, just like your dad" he said as he went over and gave the a light thump on the forehead. Her face grew red with angry.
"I am not a buzz kill Remmy, you are just to wild and you make everyone else around you look liked we're nuns" she said. Remington gave off his signature laugh.
"So I make you all look like nun. Your kidding right, Colt and Reid once covered the entire 5th floor of New Scotland Yard with post it notes. It took them 4 days to get them off" he said.
"Yeah but their dad works their so it doesn't count" she said. A boy with silver hair raised his hand and Remmy pointed at him to speak.
"Are we going to play spin the bottle or not" Reid asked.
"Lets be democrat I about this, we'll put it to a vote. All those I favor of having fun and playing spin the bottle raise your hands" he said. Everyone but Heather raised their hand.
"All of those who wish to be good little girls and sit in a corner to play with jacks raise their hands" he said as Heather's hand shot up. Remington looked around for a few moments.
"We'll it's unanimous then, BRING FORTH THE BOTTLE" he cried. Heather put on an insulted look and tapped on Remmy's shoulder.
"EXCUSE me Remington Holmes, but I raised my hand therefore it's not unanimous" she said.
"Well Heather Watson, what if I told you that you don't count" he said to her face.
"She does count" Livingston piped in, he wouldn't have Heather insulted at his own party.
"Defending our girlfriend are we" Remmy retorted.
"She isn't my girlfriend, we've been friends since I can remember" he said.
"Yeah and so have Pricilla and I but she's my bitch" He said. A lady like cough came from behind him.
"Language Remington" Pricilla said as she sat down next to her brother. Remington lowered his head.
"Sorry babe" he said as Heather giggled at him. Remmy walked over it his brother and got him into a loose headlock.
"You know I love you Livy, right" he asked.
"Yeah I know" said Livy. All the Holmes brothers where big on the fact that each other knew that they cared about one another, you never know when you might have to go to jail or jump off a building. Remmy went and sat down by his girl and the rest of the group formed a circle.
" so what are the rules Remington" asked Andrew, Pricilla's older brother. Remington had a noticeable look of hate in his face.
"Rule number one: you ever call me Remington again ill punch your teeth out, only Cilla and my dad get to call me that. Rule number two: you can't kiss your relatives, but if she or he feels like a brother to you, to fricken bad" he said. Andrew raised his hand, much to Remmy's annoyance.
"Remmy, what if a guy lands on a guy or a girl lands on a girl" he asked.
"First of all don't call me Remmy only my friends can call me Remmy. Secondly we're all friends here except for you" he said. Pricilla shot Remington a look.
"Remington you should be nicer to my brother, he's going to be your brother-in-law one day" she said as she wrapped her arms around his.
"He's such an annoying git" he said and Pricilla shook her head in agreement.
"You, marry Prissy, over my dead body" Andrew said.
"That can be arranged" Remington said with a deadpan expression.
"Can we just get this over with" asked Heather. Remmy gave his trademark smile and set the bottle down and spun it. It spun a couple of times and landed mere inches from where he was sitting, on his girlfriend.
"Heck yeah" he said. He leans into his girlfriend and they shared a short, but savoury kiss.
"Now it's Pricilla's turn" Andrew said wanting his sister to pull away from the Holmes. Pricilla spun the bottle and if landed on Livingston, ha.
"Take care of her little brother" Remmy said. Livy and Pricilla reached over the bottle and shared a small peck on the lips, then they pulled away.
"I still prefer my Holmes brother" she said, this made Remmy puff out his chest in pride. Livingston spun the bottle and it landed on Justice Baker, Donovan's daughter. Andrew got tense, everyone knew he had a thing for Justice. Even Justice knew, but she was waiting for him to make the first move. Livingston did what the game dictated he must and know it was Justice's turn. Things went like this for a good hour, everyone got their turn. All but one person, Heather Watson.
"Ok I've kissed about 5 different people, and you've yet to get picked once" Remmy pointed out.
Heather just sat over their in her little spot.
"Ok, I'm sorry Reid, but I'm going to say you lost your turn. It's Heather turn" he said as he turned the bottle in the blonde's direction.
"That's not how the rules work" said Heather.
"Screw the rules" he said.
"Wellington wouldn't do things like this" said Heather. Growing up Wellie had always had a sweet spot for the little Watson, he was the older brother she never had, and Remington was the little brother she wish had never been born.
"We'll he isn't here, and he would have suggested this game 20 minutes before I did" he said.
"I don't want to do it" she said defiantly.
"Hey I'm your elder your supposed to listen to me" he retorted.
"Your only 2 years older than me" She said.
"And I would I force the same rule even if I was 2 seconds older than you, quit acting like a whiny bitch and play" he said. Again Remmy heard a lady like cough from beside him.
"Language Remington" she said.
"I love you, Pricilla" he said in apology.
"I love you, too" she said. Heather took the bottle in her hand and took a deep breath before spinning the bottle hard. She watched as it spun around and around and around and around. As it started to slowdown she got nervous, who was the person she would mind kissing the least. Well there was Remmy but he was out, he was like her brother. Andrew, uh no he was an Anderson. Colt or Reid wouldn't be terrible, and the rest where girls. She didn't have any relatives so who that bottle landed on she had to kiss. The bottle came to a stop and she lost her breath. It had landed on Livingston, her best friend. Livingston immediately turned white as a sheet. She hadn't even considered him, it's hadn't even crossed her mind that it might land in him. Heather looked up at him, she only saw the little kid she grew up with.
"Weeee'rrreee waiting" said Remmy as Pricilla jabbed him in the ribs, but she couldn't wipe the massive grin off of his face. Heather took a deep breath and sighed. She scooted closer to Livingston and leaned in for a kiss. When her lips touched his she swear she felt fireworks go off. Her hand lifted itself on its own accord and rubbed his cheek. Wile his hands pulled her face in closer it deepen the kiss. Remington along with everyone else had a 'wwwwwwwhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaa' expression across their faces. Heather ran her fingers through Livingston thick curls and she though she was in heaven. She pulled away and they rested their forehead on each other. She looked into his sea green eyes and she didn't see that little kid anymore. She saw the sexy 16 year old guy he had turned into. What Heather didn't know though was that while she was kissing Livy, the door had opened and two people and been stopped at the doorway by the sight of her and Livingston.
"OH MY GOD" yelled John. Heather immediately turned her head towards the door and saw her dad and her uncle Sherlock. Her dads mouth was open so wide it almost touched the floor and uncle Sherlock had an expression that could only be described as smug. Heather got up and ran out of the room.
"Heather" Livingston called softly. Heather rammed passed the two men at the doorway, and John followed closely behind. Livingston just sat their and Remington had his 's**t just went down' face on, and so did everyone else. Livy got up and was starting to leave when his father stopped him.
"I'm only going it do this once, and the only reason I'm doing this is because John isn't around" he said. Sherlock raised his hand. Livingston was confused, then it came to him. He gave his dad a high five and left the room. Remington got up and walked to the phone.
"Who are you calling" Sherlock asked.
"Molly and aunt Mary, it doesn't take a genius to deduce that they have a wedding to plan"
Did you like it, I hope you did. I realised that Remington seems at little obnoxious, but he's the middle kid they're always like that. I hope you enjoyed it, please leave a nice comment, and as always THANKS FOR READING