Chapter Text
Sunday, January 8, 2011
Sherlock stood in the kitchen, making himself a cup of tea when John Watson bustled in with his arms full of shopping bags.
He said, “I hope you haven’t had breakfast yet, because I’ve got everything I need to make us a proper fry-up: eggs, bacon, tomatoes, onions, mushrooms, beans, bread and potatoes. I know I haven’t been around here all that much recently, and I’m sorry. I’ve been spending a lot of time with Sarah, and to make up for it, I’m going to make an unmistakable Full English breakfast for us two.”
Sherlock said, “Is there enough for it to be for three?”
John had already got to work slicing the potatoes and mushrooms. “Of course there is, if we stretch it a bit. Is Mrs. Hudson coming up to join us?”
Sherlock sipped his tea, “No, not Mrs. Hudson.”
John had the frying pan on the hob and was starting to put the bacon in. “If not Mrs. Hudson, then who?”
Sherlock said nothing, just looked at him and sipped his tea.
John then heard the sound of running water coming from the loo, which he previously hadn’t paid attention to. He turned to Sherlock in disbelief, “Molly?”
Sherlock said nothing, just gave a single nod of his head.
John angrily poked the bacon around in the frying pan. “I can’t believe it, not again! Didn’t you learn anything from last time? You hurt her so badly, the two of you barely spoke for well over a month! I can’t believe I have to tell you, of all people, not to think with your dick instead of your head. It was a disaster last time, what makes you think it will be any different this time?”
Sherlock answered, “It’s different because this time I have committed.”
John took the cooked bacon out of the pan and put the sliced potatoes in. “Committed? What does that even mean?”
Sherlock replied, “Do you doubt that I am committed to you as a friend? Do you think that if you were in trouble I might not come help you?”
John thought about that. “No, I don’t doubt your loyalty to me.”
Sherlock said, “Precisely. I have made a pledge to Molly.”
Just then, John saw Molly walk into the kitchen from Sherlock’s bedroom. She looked much like she ever did, her shirt was navy and yellow polka dotted, and her jumper was rumpled and had pale stripes. But her cheeks were pink, her eyes were shinning, and she looked more beautiful than he’d ever seen. She smiled at him and said, “Morning, John.”
He answered, “Good morning Molly. I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were here so I didn't pick up any vegetarian sausage.”
She said, “Oh, don’t worry about that. It smells delicious!”
Sherlock handed Molly a mug of tea, and then he went over to the table beside his chair and began to rummage amongst the things on it. He picked up a manilla folder, opened it and extracted the two pieces of paper within it.
He handed the marriage certificate to Molly and said, “Somewhere around here are the pieces of the frame that I took apart to see if they contained a hidden microphone. Perhaps you can use it to encase this important certificate.”
The other piece of paper he took to the fireplace. He took a silver lighter from the mantle and lit the paper on fire. Molly beamed at him.
John watched from the kitchen as he fried the tomatoes. “Is that the Marriage Nullification form that you just incinerated?”
Sherlock crossed his arms, “Yes.”
John said, “So you don’t intend to dissolve your marriage?”
Sherlock said, “No.”
John shook his head as if to clear it. “You intend to be married, then, for real?”
At the same time both Molly and Sherlock answered, “Yes.”
John pointed at the two of them. “So... so... is Molly moving in with us?”
Sherlock huffed and said, “I think she should, but she thinks we need to build up to that, give it more time. She's probably right, she usually is. And of course there’s the matter of cat-proofing the flat.”
John took the saucepan of baked beans off the hob. “Wait, I thought you said that your cat died several months ago?”
She answered, “He did, but Sherlock brought me a kitten.”
John said, “He... brought you a kitten... Christ! It seems like there’s a lot I need to catch up with. How about we fill our plates with some of this breakfast and then sit down to talk. Molly, I’ll make you a plate, what would you like?”
She answered, “Toast, beans, eggs, tomatoes, mushrooms... everything except the bacon and the raw onions.”
John handed her a plate. “Sherlock, what would you like?”
He answered, “Everything, extra bacon, but I suppose you should also hold the raw onions.”
John watched as Sherlock and Molly grinned at each other.
*****
October 29, 2012 by Kitty Riley
The Star Daily Journal
Sherlock Holmes – The Man Beneath the Hat part 2
In part 1 of this series we covered Sherlock Holmes’s rapid rise to fame, his most notable cases (the return of Turner’s masterpiece The Great Falls of the Reichenbach), and Jim Moriarty’s failed attempted to portray him as a fake.
In this article, we will take a look at the man behind the myth, the real life of Sherlock Holmes.
Holmes is notoriously private, but some information has become known through public records and reading between the lines of John Watson’s blog.
As portrayed in The Blog of Dr. John H. Watson, Holmes’s character is excentric, inconsiderate, loyal, brilliant, arrogant and even cruel. But there is one exception to most of these characteristics: his relationship with his wife Dr. Molly Hooper.
Holmes married Dr. Hooper just over two years ago in Manchester, several years after meeting her whilst she worked as a pathologist at Barts Hospital. Dr. Hooper continues to work at Barts, and Holmes frequently visits there for work on his cases. Anonymous sources at the hospital have told this reporter that they interact frequently, and are warm, but not overtly affectionate in public.
The few peeks we’ve had behind the curtains of their domestic life seems oddly normal. We know they live together in the famous Baker Street flat. We know they have an orange cat. We know she runs marathons in London. We know he bought both of them wedding rings custom made of fossilized dinosaur bone and metal from an asteroid. We know he takes a week off on their anniversary every year during which they go to some undisclosed island off the coast of England.
But questions remain.
Why did Watson continue to live in the Baker Street flat for 6 months after Holmes and Hooper married? Was there any truth to the rumors of Watson and Holmes having a physical relationship before they both became involved with women and got married? Is Holmes, famous for his publicly prickly and brusque persona, actually just a softie inside?
This reporter will continue to look into these questions and more. Stay tuned for more information as it becomes available.
-KR