#dr watson

Dr. Watson: Sherlock, I just realized something: I had a bad childhood.

Holmes: Yeah, I know.

Dr. Watson: What do you mean you know?

Holmes: I mean look at you.

Dr. Watson: What about me?

Jeremy Brett ~ The adventures of sherlock Holmes Granada Television

Benedict Cumberbatch ~ Sherlock BBC

Hero Fiennes-Tiffin ~ Young Sherlock Amazon Prime

Ian McKellen ~ Mr. Holmes

Vasili Livánov ~ The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson

No es solo utiliza el clásico recurso entre ambos de competir con sus inteligencias, si no que además la serie los muestra como dos caras de la misma moneda, su dúo es completamente dinámico y entretenido, me encanta el hecho de que este duo se siente único, no intenta copiar la dinámica del duo de Sherlock y Watson ni reemplazarlo...es único, con sus propias reglas y desarrollo y eso me gustó cuando vi la serie.

Tal vez sea demasiado pronto para decirlo, pero este dúo ya se ganó un lugar entre mis dinámicas favoritas del universo de Sherlock Holmes ✨️

P.D.Me va a doler cuando su amistad termine 😭

The accompaniment to the Holmes piece; because we cannot have a Holmes without his Watson.

Critiques welcome

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------Just some self indulgent Sherlock Holmes fanfic I wrote based on @biblicallyaccuratemoth's post about Sherry Holmes making out with Jane Watson. Might get continued in the future if I ever get round to updating this to digital.

Implied smut at the end. Only implied at the very end, but I felt like mentioning.

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To my dearest friend,

Watson, it has been much too long since we last wrote to one another, and even more since we last saw each other. There is not a day where I have not thought about you, my friend, and when I caught wind of your intention to return to England after all these years, I made sure to write this letter so it would arrive on the same day as you did. 

I wish to invite you to tea, if you would be willing, on the twelfth of November at 3 o’clock in the afternoon, in my apartment, which remains No. 221b Baker Street. If you find such a date and time unsuitable for you, please write to me at your earliest convenience.

Regards,

Holmes

This was the place. She was sure of it. She had read the letter multiple times, checked the date and the time until they lost their meaning. This was the place. 

And yet, Jane couldn’t help but feel nervous. Would Holmes recognise her after all this time? After how much she had changed, even if he did recognise her, would Holmes even accept her? “I guess there’s only one way to find out,” she sighed, and pushed open the door. Walking up the stairs to her old friend (and longtime crush)’s home brought back memories of meeting with Holmes whenever he had accepted another case, helping him interview suspects and search for clues, writing all his cases down as memoirs to keep, read and later publish for people to read in the paper. She shortly arrived at the door, and hesitated for a moment, before letting out a small breath and opening the door to see… a woman?

‘What?’

She was very beautiful, with a long, dark green dress that reached down to her ankles and had small flower patterns embroidered across, as well as long black hair that dropped down to her chest, framing her sharp face in a way that made Jane’s heartbeat race.

‘She looks rather familiar. She must be Holmes’ sister. He never mentioned her though. Weird.’

Both of them looked at one another, before speaking in unison.

“Hello. You must be Holmes’ sister. It’s lovely to meet you.”                                                           “I’m sorry, I’m not taking cases at the moment, if it would be possible for you to come back later?”

They both stared at one another for a moment, before the woman broke the silence.

“Watson?” A flash of recognition passed through her.

“Wait - Holmes?” Jane looked at the woman once again, and she saw it. This was indeed her dear friend Holmes. Setting her eyes back on the other woman’s face, she noticed her eyes brimming with tears, which greatly surprised her, as she had never before seen Holmes cry.

“My dear friend, are you alright - ugh!” Jane barely had time to finish her sentence before she was tackled by Holmes hugging her. She stumbled back, but managed to regain her balance, and reciprocated Holmes’ hug. 

“I simply missed you Watson. That is all,” Holmes’ breathed into Jane’s shoulder, her tears staining the coat Jane had picked out for today. She would have complained, but she felt herself tearing up as well, and she was also getting to hold Holmes’ like this, and so she wasn’t about to say anything. 

Eventually though, the tears dried, and they both sat down for tea.

“So. First of all, what do you go by?” Jane asked as she poured herself tea.

“Well, I go by she and her, and most call me Sherry. And yourself?”

“The same as you Sherry, though I go by Jane now.”

“Well, Jane, it is a pleasure to see you after all this time. How have you been? Where have you been? Tell me everything.”

“Well, I’ve been in America, studying medicine under some absolutely incredible doctors, and travelling around the country, trying to help as many people as I could. And along the way, well. I discovered some things about myself.”

“Well I can most certainly see that. I must say, you do look much better like this.”

“Oh. Th-thank you Sherry. You - I must say you look much happier like this.”

“I must say that I agree with you there. But, don’t I look much prettier like this as well, Jane?” Sherry leaned forwards, giving Jane a coy smile.

‘What is going on?’ Jane thought to herself. She had never known Sherry to be as… mischievous as she was being. Not that she was complaining, she found it cute.

They sat there for a few minutes, indulging in the pleasures of hot tea, good conversation and good friendship, when Sherry paused for a moment.

“You have something on your face.” 

“Oh really? Where is it?” Jane felt around her face to try and remove it.

“Allow me.” Sherry stood up, and pulled Jane’s hand away from her face, holding them above her head, as she leaned down and pressed a quick, chaste kiss to Jane’s lips. As she pulled away, Jane just stared at her, before her face turned a bright shade of red. She tried to think of a coherent response, but her only thoughts at the moment were ‘Oh my God, Sherry just kissed me, this is everything I’ve ever wanted, oh my God oh my God oh my God.’ Jane did not find these thoughts particularly useful in responding to Sherry. She did, however, notice Sherry’s expression, one that she thought she 

“So… was that simply an excuse to kiss me?” Jane tried her best to get herself under some form of control. She failed miserably.

“Elementary, my dear Watson. You, my dear, are looking extremely pretty, and I wanted to kiss you.”

Jane couldn’t believe it. She had spent years crushing on Sherry, and she just kissed her on a whim? Jane didn’t even know whether to be upset at that, or to just be glad Sherry had kissed her.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that,” Sherry said, sitting down once again.

“Pardon? How long have you wanted to kiss me for?”

“Much too long, my dear Watson. Much too long. It would be wonderful if I could find another excuse to do so, but unless you are in mortal danger and require mouth to mouth, I doubt I will get the pleasure again.” Sherry sighed, almost seeming displeased, taking a sip of her tea.

“Well, uh- if you want to do it again, without an excuse this time, I wouldn’t mind, personally. In fact, I wouldn't really mind if you did it whenever you wanted.” Jane tried, but couldn’t bring herself to look Holmes in the eye out of embarrassment.

“Well well, my dear Watson, who could have guessed you felt the same way about me as I do about you?” Sherry all but purred, putting her hand to her mouth and gasping in faux-embarrassment. Jane’s heart almost melted at how cute Sherry was acting. “I didn't, most certainly. I already knew.” Her words gave Jane pause. She knew? How? Since when? And why did she say nothing if she knew?

“Excuse me? You knew? For how long? And why did you never say anything!” Jane exclaimed, suddenly feeling much more upset than she had a few moments ago. Sherry’s expression dropped at seeing her partner’s anger.

“I admit, I only put it together in your absence, my dear. After you left, I entered into what one might call a… depressive episode. I did not leave the house, except for when I had a case, and the cases that I took became few and far between. Safe to say I had a while to reflect, and much to reflect upon. Including us. And I, eventually, put together that you had feelings for me. I never said anything in our letters, because I couldn’t think of a good way to inform you, and so I kept my feelings to myself.” Jane’s anger began to dissipate as Sherry explained her reasoning. She did understand why the other woman said nothing, even if she was a little annoyed by it.

“Sherry,” she began, trying to find the right words. “I… suppose I can see your logic, even if I don’t like what it led you to do. However, I feel that we can move past it. And so,” she cleared her throat and stood up, taking Sherry’s hand in her own. “Sherry Holmes, would you grant me the honour of allowing me to court you?”

At this, Sherry’s cheeks reddened slightly, and Jane quietly celebrated the fact that she also had the capability to fluster Sherry in the same way she did to Jane.

“Well, when faced with such a beautiful woman asking me this, what is a girl to do but to accept?” Sherry stood up, pulling Jane into an embrace, and giving her another kiss. Though they eventually had to pull away, they held each other close, savouring the comfort of simply holding one another.

‘I think I shall write another volume of her memoirs,’ Jane thought to herself. ‘And I shall make this one the first of them.’

“Well, given the fact that this confession is entirely overdue, one feels that we have some catching up to do. Might I suggest we take this ‘conversation’ to the bedroom, if you would be so inclined?” Sherry began to lead them towards the bedroom, and Jane could already see her mind coming up with ‘activities’.

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