Hello everyone this is my me Sherlolly story. It will contain some sad parts so stop right now and go grab a box of Kleenex. Am I getting to full of myself, I think I am. But you know what those people say, your not bossy you have leadership skills. Anyway. ENJOY
"Yes mummy I've eaten today" Sherlock said into his phone. He was meandering around the table as his girlfriend Molly sat down eating her and his lunch.
"No Molly isn't eating it for me" he said. Molly giggled a little, she had of give it to her she knew her son.
"No I'm not coming up tomorrow...why do you think...yes I know...I care for you as we'll mummy...bye" he said. He sat down and searched the Internet on his phone.
"What's happening tomorrow" Molly asked.
"We'll I'm hoping that Lestrade will have a case for me, hopefully that quadruple arson I've recently heard about" he said. Molly rolled her eyes.
"No, you said you weren't going up to your mother's tomorrow, what's going on up there" she asked again.
"Nothing just family stuff that doesn't matter" he said nonchalantly.
"Is Mycroft going" she asked.
"Yes, but he does that every year. If he didn't mummy would be doing it by herself" he said.
"So you three do it every year" she said.
"No, those two have done it every year, I've done it once and I'll never do it again" he said as he started to get annoyed.
"And what exactly are they doing" she asked.
"NONE of your business" he commanded. Molly was taken aback, nay insulted.
"SHERLOCK" she said. He sighed and laid his head down knowing he had made a mistake.
"I'm sorry" he said.
"What's so important that you couldn't tell me" she asked.
"Nothing, just...nothing" he said as he kept his head on the table. Molly got up and walked over to Sherlock and out her hand on his shoulder.
"Sherlock,you can tell me anything. I don't care what you've done or what you will do, I've always loved you and I always will" she said.
"You would dump me in a second" he said. Molly dragged a chair over and set her spell right next it him, and lifted his head up.
"If you tell me, I promise I will not dump you" she said. He looked at her questionably.
"Promises can be broken" he said.
"Then lets make an Unbreakable Vow" she said as she trusted her arm out. Serlock rolled his eyes and sighed in annoyance.
"Why do you always have to bring Harry Potter into everything" he asked.
"You yelled at my a minute ago and I didn't bitch about it, I dropped that sucker like a hat" she said.
"Fine, but I'll just take your word for it" he said.
"My mother and Mycroft are going to visit my father's grave" he said as Molly took his hands in hers.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know your father was dead" she said.
"I killed him" he said. Molly didn't know what to say, she had though she would have heard something else. She was expecting that he had burned down the family summer home, or that he had kicked his mother in the stomach during pregnancy and that's why there was a Davenport Holmes running around. She was not expecting murder, at least not his father.
"...uh...how" she asked.
"I say I killed my father and you ask how" he said to her questionably.
"It's the first thing that came to my mind" she said.
"It would be considering your job" he stated.
"What did he die from" Molly asked.
"He had multiple sclerosis, and he died from it" Sherlock said.
"I though you said you killed him, in fact I was sure of it" Molly questioned.
"I was seventeen and mummy and I where supposed to be watching him. I left the room for 6 minutes at most and his lungs stopped moving" he said.
"Oh my god" Molly said.
"Mummy didn't blame me, but Mycroft always has. It's what started all this mess we're in now. He was really close to dad, and I was close to mummy" he remembered.
"That's terrible, Mycroft can't blame you for something like that" she said.
"He has for 16 years, and every year they visit his grave on the day he died. I went for the funeral and I got so many hateful stares i'll never go back" he stated. Molly's mouth was open, those horrible snobby people.
"Your father died, and they all blamed the seventeen year old" she said in disbelief.
"Mycroft was 24 and people liked him better than me, they got along with him better than me. He rallied them against me. Everyone really liked my dad, and they all hated me so they found an excuse to do both" he said as Molly started to shake her head.
"And people wonder why you only have 2 friends" she said.
"It's in my professional opinion that you did not kill your father, he died from a disease that he had had for who knows how long and you had nothing to do with it. It's not like if you had been in that from you could have made his lungs work it just wasn't going to happen" she said.
"At least I have one person on my side" he said.
"What about your mother,you said she didn't blame you" Molly stated.
" I don't know what mummy thinks, she probably believes I stabbed his lungs with a quill" he said. Molly giggled and got up from her position.
"Lets drop this conversation and forget about the whole thing, that's what you need" she said
"That's not what I need" he said.
"Then what do need" she asked.
"You"
"I swear your going to use that line till the day you die" she said.
"Or the day when my son kills me"
THE NEXT WEEK
"Where are we Molly" Sherlock asked.
"You know exactly where we are" she said as se got out of the car. She walked over to Sherlock's side and pulled the blindfolded detective out.
"We are in...South Hampton" he said. Molly pulled of s blindfold and gave him a confused look.
"WAY off, you really haven't been here in a while" she said. Sherlock looked around and saw a giant copper gate with marble posts. Beyond that gate he saw rows and rows of small buildings and tiny slabs.
"Take me home, Molly" he said.
"No, it's been a week. All of the people who would normally visit have been gone for a while" she said. Sherlock began to walk back to the car, but before he was able to Molly locked it.
"Unlock the care Molly" he asked.
"No, we are going to do this" she said. Sherlock looked at the car, then the graveyard, the back to the car again. Probably wondering what he could use to break the window.
"Come on Sherlock, nobody will be here. It's just you and me, besides I want to see where I'm going to be buried one day" she stated proudly.
"We aren't married, who said you'd be buried here" he asked.
"All it takes is a matter of time before you realize that you'll never find anyone else and I'm not going anywhere" said Molly as she made her way to the gate. Sherlock sighed and took a big breath before following her. Molly stood at the gate waiting for it to open.
"Is there an attendant or is there a pass code or something" she asked as she looked around.
"The gate is for hearses, there's a side door over here Molly" he said as he pointed t the little door by the gate. Molly out on her "I hate you, Sherlock" face and made her way through the door.
"So where exactly is this plot" Molly asked.
"The Holmes Family doesn't have a plot, we have a mausoleum and its quite a walk to it. The older you family is the further back you are" he said.
"How old is your family" Molly asked.
"Let me just put it this way, to us the Queen is from new money" he said as he started to walk. Molly was slightly scared, but followed him anyway. In her hand she had one simple red rose. They walked in silence for at least twenty minutes before Molly saw a large building at the back of the graveyard. Molly happened to glance at some of the headstones she passed and she saw that they all where Holmes too.
"Hey Sherlock, does your family own this entire graveyard" Molly asked.
"Mainly, there are a couple close friends, some brother-in-laws, but all the head stones are 3rd children, and 4th children. The mausoleum is for head of the families only" he said. Eventually they made it to the mausoleum and made their way in. It was an wiry building, but surprisingly well taken care of. Guess if your rich they even take good care of you in the after life. Moly walked over to one spot that had bunches of white roses around it
"I feel out of place" she said as she held up her tiny red rose. Molly walked over to the one spot and looked at the plaque:
Thaddeus Commodore Holmes
Father- Mordecai James Holmes
Mother- Prudence Ruth Holmes
Wife- Agatha Helene Holmes
Sons- Mycroft Octavius Holmes
Sherlock Hamlet Holmes
A business man, a Holmes, a husband, and a father
Born- 1957
Died- 1997
"Wow they mention his last name before his family" she said.
"Yes" he said.
"Wow, you and Mycroft have interesting middle names" Molly said.
"My father picked Mycroft's, it supposed to be powerful or something like that, and my mother picked mine, it's her favorite character from Shakespeare" he said.
"Can I call you Hammy" she asked.
"Certainly not" he said. He looked at the plaque for a long while, he hadn't seen it since it was first out in place. Molly looked at him,he looked ok, but Molly knew better.
"It's ok Sherlock" she said.
"I never said anything was wrong" he said.
"You show it"
"No I don't"
"I have really good eyes" she said.
"Sherlock you have t realize that there is no way in hell that this was your fault. Your brother pinned it on you because he was grieving over his dad, and you where easy to pick on" she said. Sherlock didn't reply he just looked at his dad's grave.
"I'll leave you two alone" she said as she walked out. Sherlock watched her leave and once she was gone he let out a dee breath. He blinked rapidly and started to speak, but his better judgement stopped him. Of course he has never listened to his better judgement.
"I'm sorry" he said quietly.
"I know I spent more time hanging around crime scenes then doing stuff that you would have had me do. I know I should have payed attention in Holmes 101, because I don't know how to be apart of the society that comes so easy to mummy and Mycroft" he whispered.
" I cared more for myself than I did about you and... I haven't been able to stop. You should have shook me around and made my into another Mycroft, but you didn't" he said as she started to get choked up.
"I'll never know if you didn't do it because you couldn't or if you realized that I wasn't supposed to be like that, and I'll never know. Just know that I will...forever...be grateful that you didn't give up on me, or dump me on someone else's doorstep like I heard Grandmother tell you to do" he stated. With that Sherlock got up and walked out of the mausoleum, but as he walked out Molly walked in.
"If you don't mind Sherlock I would like of pay my respects" she said. Sherlock nodded and rushed out the door, but not before Molly took notice of his watery eyes. Moll walked over to the grave and as down on the floor with her legs crossed.
"I don't know what to say, Mr. Holmes. I just want to say...that you taught your son how to be a great man, and he's turned into a good man. I know you probably wouldn't approve of me and Sherlock, but can you do me a favor, Mr. Holmes. Your sons have be torn apart by your passing and I believe that your the only one who can fix it" she asked.
"I remember when my dad died and I was much older than Sherlock. I don't think I could have pulled through without my brother, I can't imagine how it would be t have my brother blame me for my dad's death" she said quietly. Molly got up and placed her tiny red rose on the floor by his plaque.
"They need you Thaddeus" she said as she turned and walked away. Molly walked towards the door and left the building. Sherlock was waiting for her outside, he saw her and he started to walk away. Molly followed close behind. They both walked in silence just as they had before. Once they arrived at the front, they both noticed something odd. There was an extra car, a black town car. The side door creaked open an in stepped Mycroft with a bouquet of white roses.
"Ah, brother dear" he said once he saw the pair.
"I though you payed your respects a week ago" said Sherlock through gritted teeth.
"I had to cancel at the last minute, but something told me father wouldn't mind" Mycroft said.
"So you brought white roses to, I feel silly for bringing my little tiny red rose" Molly said trying to easy then tension.
"My father didn't like red roses they symbolize love and passion, but a white rose symbolizes serenity and charm. My father was a weird one, he's more like you then you think Sherlock" said Mycroft.
"Does that mean you'll blame me for two suicides" Sherlock retorted.
"This petty fued between us is childish, it does need to stop" Mycroft demanded.
"This feud was barley sibling rivalry until you accused me of killing dad" Sherlock said.
"I was 24 and my father, the man I love most, the only person who understood me, had just died and my 17 year old brother was in the next room. What would you have suggested I do" he asked.
"Comfort your family, help your 17 year old brother who was in the next room, not act like a bully to your own family" Molly piped in.
"I see Molly finally grew some vocal chords" he jabbed.
"Yeah that happened just after you sold your baby brother out for a non existence key" retorted Molly.
"Are you going to have your lady friend fight your battles for you Sherlock" Mycroft teased. Molly threw her things down and got right up into Mycrofts fat face.
"I won't fight this for him, I WILL FINISH THIS" she demanded.
"You know something Mycroft, when my father was dying my brother was on drugs. I had to go and find him and bring him to his father's death bed, I know what it's like when something pulls apart siblings. You used to have those little nicknames that you haven't called each other in years, you had all these inside jokes that you still lush at by yourself. It took the death of my father for my brother and I to come together, what's it going to take for you two. If this feud continues you'll probably worry your mummy into the grave, will you come together then or will you blame each other for that TOO" Molly said as she backed off. They all stood there in silence for a little while until eventually Sherlock walked over to his elder brother and held out his hand.
"For mummy, Mykie" he said.
"For mummy, Sherly" Mycroft repeated. Then they both shook hands and pulled into a hug. For the first time in 16 years the Homes brothers where reunited. All thanks to Molly Hooper, with a little bit of help from Thaddeus Holmes.
Thanks you, I hoped you enjoyed, please leave a nice comment,mans as always THANKS FOR WATCHING