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For once in this family's existence it was a quite, normal, day. Sherlock was reading in the paper about the murder of a rich ambassador that he had solved. Molly was washing dishes. Remington and Wellington where playing an intense game of chess. Livingston was catching up on the lastest episode of Doctor Who. Something was out of place though.

"Checkmate" Remington said gloatingly to his brother. Wellington scoffed at him and moved his knight to capture Remmy's king.

"I'm sorry what did you say" asked Wellington. Remington shook his head in frustration.

"Rematch" he said.

"Sorry Remmy"Wellington said as he got up front his chair and walked over to the couch.

"I can still kick your butt in Cluedo" Remmington pointed out.

"If CLUEDO would correct their rules then maybe a intelligent person could win the game" Wellie retorted.

"Riiiight" Remmy said. Wellington rolled his eyes and sat down next to his brother on the couch. Livy was intently looking at the screen, but something wasn't right.

"Livy" Wellington said.

"What" Livingston said back.

"Are you harboring a ferret on your face" Wellington asked. Livingston's face scrunched up in confusion.

"Huh" he questioned. Wellington grabbed at Livingston's chin. Livingston quickly pulled away from his brother.

"It's a beard you Anderson, I'm growing mine out" Livingston told his oldest brother. Wellington tried to hold back his laughter but I didn't work. He started to snicker and this soon had Remington snickering as well.

"I'm sorry, but this is ridiculous" Wellington said as he examined his brother as best he could while Livy was trying his best to bat him away.

"We'll it isn't your face" me retorted.

"Which is why I'm making fun of it" he told him. Suddenly Remington came up from behind his young brother.

"Why are your to torturing your face like this Livy" he asked as Livingston jumped at the sudden appearance of his brother.

"I am 18 I think I can choose what I want to do with my face thank you very much" he told them. Wellington and Remington just smiled to each other.

"Soooooo, who are you trying to impress" asked Remington. Livingston just ignored his brothers and continued to watch his program.

"Aren't we going to receive an answer" asked Wellington. Livingston continued to ignore them both.

"Well...we really don't need to ask you know do we Remmy" said Wellie as he turned to look at his other brother.

"Noooo, certainly not we're Holmes boys, masters of deduction, we don't need him to say anything" Remington said mockingly.

"It's only a couple of days old judging by the length which suggest that this is a decision that he hasn't though this all the way through. The hairs appear not to be cut or trimmed at all leaving them at a most desirable length for the ladies. Also seeing as Heather Watson is to arrive any day now from her Christmas Holiday I do believe this attempt to grow facial hair is to impress his lady love, what so you say Wellie" Remington rattled off.

"Will you two just leave him alone" called Molly from the kitchen.

"Sorry mum we can't this is a matter of Livy's heart and I will use every opportunity I get to make fun of him for the fact that he has one" said Remington. Livingston sighed.

"Ok so what I'm growing some stubble for Heather, why should that matter to you to" he asked.

"Because your trying to impress someone...come on Livy your a Holmes one smoldering glance with our eyes or a prefect set of deductions will weaken the knees of any girl and your using a skill that every man on the face of the planet can utilize to impress a Watson"Wellie told him. Livingston rolled his eyes, got up from the couch, and started to walked to his room.

"Heather has know us from the moment she was born, deductions don't...intrigue her anymore" he said in an almost pained manner.

"OOOOHHHHH then we will have to fix that won't we brother" Wellington said in a way to piss Livingston off more.

"Certainly" Remington agreed. Livingston gave them a glaring look and vanished down the hallway, but his brothers followed him.

"Don't kill him will you" Sherlock told them.

"We'll try" the younger Holmes said. It was good enough for Sherlock. The boys went to their room and followed Livingston in. Livingston plopped down on his bed and pulled out his book, A Morose Retelling of the Murders of H.H. Holmes.

"So little brother what do we have to do to you to make Heather want to jump your bones" Remington said as if they where solving a case.

"According to her...marriage. She is on of those sex after marriage people...and I respect that. I don't need her to to jump anything of mine" Livingston said as he read about H.H.'s acid baths.

"You don't NEED it, doesn't mean that you don't want it" said Remmy. Livington buried his nose in his book and didn't say anything. Remington laughed to himself.

"So lets see. We can first examine all of the men that we know that are capable of deduction, analyze their factors, and see what makes them attractive to women" Wellington's said, attacking this as if it where a life or death situation.

"Guys I don't want this" Livy protested, but in true Holmes fashion they ignored him.

"Well we only know 7 people capable of deduction. Dad, Uncle Mycroft, Cousin Benny, Cousin Demy, and ourselves. Dad is a combination of deduction, good looks, and an obsessed girl. Benedict and Demetrius are rich, handsome, and have a sob story 'oh our mother abandoned us when we where young' which we all know that girls love a good sob story. Remington is funny, I just ooze sex from every pore. Uncle Mycroft bats for the other team so I guess the fact that he has man bits is a turn on. You...you...your just the cute little brother who everyone thinks is so adorable" Wellington said all in one breath.

"Uncle Mycroft would be offended if he heard you" said Livy defensively, but Wellington just gave him a 'are you kidding me look'.

"We'll he isn't here so I can say what I like" Wellington said.

"As I was saying. We could utilize the fact that your the youngest Holmes and play up the cute factor you have going on" restarted Wellie, but Livingston stopped him. He had had enough.

"Hey I don't need your help attracting girls, I already have one and she is the best thing that I have right now. I love her and she loves me back, I don't think I need you two to tell me anything about attracting my girlfriend" he said calmly, but sternly.

"Then why are you growing that face garden" asked Remington. Livingston stared at his brother in annoyance.

"Because I can" he said calmly, god forbid Livy would loose his cool.

"Uhuh" said Remington. Livy got even madder, he just wanted his brothers to leave him alone. He was the baby, the guinea pig, the test subject. He still remembers the time when he was 6 and Wellington and Remington decided he should see what the gas knob by the fireplace. That resulted in him losing his eyebrows and a a very harsh scolding from mom and dad.

"I just want to be my own man, I'm not the baby Holmes anymore" he told them

"Your our little brother Liv, we have to make sure you don't make an ass out of yourself...it's bad for the family image" said Remington as sincere as he could.

"Thanks but I'm pretty sure I'm not going to make an ass out of myself" he said.

"Want to put your money where your mouth is" Wellington interjected. The Holmes brothers never passed up a challenge.

"What are the terms" asked Livingston.

"If Heather comes home and likes that crap on your face we will let you be yourself and let you make your own bonehead mistakes. If she comes home and screams at the sight of you then you have to listen to our suggestions for the rest of your life" Wellington said as he extended his hand to Livingston.

"Deal"

5 HOURS LATER

"I just got a text from Heather,they just turned onto Baker Street" Livingston said.

"Is that aaallll the text said" asked Remington. Livingston gave him a 'shut up' looked that he had seen many times but rarely listened to. A few minutes later the doorbell rang and Livy bounded down the stairs. He opened the door and John Watson was there to greet him.

"Hello Livingston" John said half heartedly. He still wasn't keen on the idea of Livy dating his daughter.

"Hello Uncle John" he said as he looked over his shoulder. John passed him and started to walked up the stairs to visit his best friend. Then Mary Watson came through the door.

"Ohhh Livy it's so good to see you, I haven't seen you in...7 days. Wow it seems longer than that" she said as she gave him a big hug. She walked passed him and waved up the stairs.

"Hi Wellie, Hi Remmy" she said as she followed her husband up the stairs.

"Hello Aunt Mary" they said. They had more important things to watch for. The boys heard snow crunching and a girl with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a bright pink coat walked into 221 B. She saw Livy and wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a deep kiss. This intake shocked him but he soon sunk into the kiss. Wellington and Remington began to whistle at the two and Livingston pulled away from Heather to make them stop.

"Will you two please shut up, I don't whistle at you when you kiss your girlfriends" he asked them. He looked back at Heather and she had a confused look on her face and she was rubbing her face.

"I'm sorry it's just that was a little to pornographic for our hearts to handle" said Remmy as he and Wellie clutched at their chests. Livy didn't hear him and was only wondering what had confused Heather.

"What's wrong Darling" he asked and she looked into his eyes.

"Something scratched me I think ...it's...your...um...beard" she said as she pointed to his face. Wellie and Remmy couldn't help but smile.

"Yeah I decided to let it grow out, you know to look a little more rugged. Give myself a little more sex appeal" he told her. Heather sighed and lift her hand to run her fingers through his hair.

"Livingston if I wanted a boyfriend with sex appeal I would be with Wellie" she said. Livingston heard a massive amount of snickers coming from the stairs.

"Really..." He asked.

"Yeah, I love you for who you are Livy. Your the cute, quite, sensitive, brilliant type. I don't want sexy, or masculine, or even rugged that's not who you are" she told him.

"Make me feel better why don't you" he said as more laughter could be heard from the stairwell.

"I'm mean come on you wouldn't want to date me if I wore short skirts, fish net stockings, and had a cut off shirt now would you" she said, painting a picture in his mind.

"Weeeelllllll"

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