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The Arrangement

I am Grace Elizabeth Hooper. I am eight and I am very grumpy now so don’t mind me if I do or say something horrible. I unintentionally do that sometimes and I am sorry in advance.

My Mama; her name is Molly Hooper, has taken me to see my (rolled her eyes) “famous” uncle Sherlock Holmes again. They have set a regular reunion once every month for….God knows….eight years perhaps and neither of them have ever missed it; even once. Oh…there was that one time when Uncle Sherlock almost missed the arrangement because he has had to help his brother solve a matter of national security. There were a lots of black cars and helicopters following him but he ,at the end, made it to see us. I don’t really know why it is so important for them to meet up and chat about nothing more than his cases, Mama’s routine life…Oh and about my boring school days with those children. Not that I don’t like spending time here with them but I am just bored. Hopefully Uncle Sherlock will have some good cases for me to crack. He sometimes consults me with his murder cases although Mama seems to be worried about…well…. Mama is Mama, she always worried.

******* 221b Baker St.-14.30 hrs.

Grace: Uncle Sherlock, I am bored!!! Don’t you have any case for me to solve today?!

Sherlock: (Smirked) Are you certain that she is not my daughter, Molly?

Molly only chuckled in response. The pathologist had never gave him the answer and he had never pushed her to. They had, as always, a silent agreement and mutual understanding of each other. Sherlock gave his favorite lady a fondly smile and turned his attention to his lovely Grace.

Sherlock: Alright…let’s play deduction!

Grace: Yeah!!!

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The Stakeout

The consulting detective and his pathologist had been staking out a murder suspect in the darker corner of an alley. A mysterious man in a tailor made suit got off the car and cautiously looked around.

Sherlock: Kiss me, Molly.

Molly: What?!

Sherlock: Shh….Kiss me now!

Molly: Why?! No!

Sherlock swooped down and placed a fierce kiss on Molly’s lips. She hit his broad shoulders and forearm many times and tried to squirm away but he would not let her. She was then backed against the wall. He nudged her mouth open and deepened the kisses. As their contacts became surprisingly too intense, he stopped and broke away.

Sherlock: Public displays of affection make people very uncomfortable, Molly.

Molly panted heavily, her lips were swollen and her pupils dilated widely. She slapped him across his face.

Molly: Jerk!

Sherlock: (Grinned slyly as he rubbed his cheek) Our suspect just entered the building. He was too embarrass to take a fully look at us. We are safe at least for now.

************ Just a little one shot…i always have this in my head but have never written it.

Here is my answer to an anon’s prompt to write about the photo of Jim and Molly+jealous Sherlock.

Hope you like it! Thanks for your support.

xxoxxox Nuchamae

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The Photo

Molly’s office-15.00 hrs.

Sherlock: Quick, John. We need a photograph of Moriaty for the interrogation.

John: His face was broadcasted on every tele and digital billboard around London, Sherlock. Every Londoner knows his bloody face.

Sherlock: Every Londoner and everyone who was in London that day, John, not our witness though. She was on her private jet to California to meet her lover that day.

John: Who is this witness of you then?

Sherlock: I’ll tell you on the way, just get me the photo.

John: Can’t we just show her the photo from our cellphones?

Sherlock: No, our phones won’t make it through the level of security.

John: Oh…alright, (turned to Molly) can I please use your printer then, Molly?

Molly: You need Jim Moriaty’s photo?

Sherlock: (Impatiently) Yes!! Why did everybody ask so many questions today?!

Molly: (Narrowed her eyes) Because we want to help you, Sherlock.

Molly swiftly walked to her workstation, opened the top drawer of her desk and took a photo out. She handed Sherlock the old photo of her and Moriaty in front of a fancy restaurant.

Molly: Here….use this.

Sherlock: (Frowned deeply) You have kept his photo all these years??!

Molly: (Sighed) Well…I

Sherlock: (cut her off moodily) You said you were the one that had broken it off, Molly!

Molly: (Calmly) Yes, I did, Sherlock.

Sherlock: Why keeping his photo then?! I demand your immediate explanation, Molly, here and now!

John took a double look at his over…well…possessive best friend.

Molly: I think you have more important matter in hands here, Sherlock. (Sighed) But if you want, we can talk about this later.

John: (Cut in) Yes, we certainly do. Let’s get going, pal.

The consulting detective huffed childishly, picked the photo up and tore it into half. He then handed the Moriaty half to John and put the Molly half in his inside coat pocket. The kind doctor shook his head and grinned softly in response to his best mate’s dramatic action.

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On the cab, 15.34 hrs.

Sherlock: (Mumbled grumpily) Why did she keep his photo all these time? Why? (Spoke louder) I don’t get it! Why, John, why?!

John: Come on, mate. Molly was right, you know? You should be focusing on the interrogation here. Your girlfriend sure have a good reason for her action.

Sherlock: My girlfriend?

John: Yes, Molly….your girlfriend.

Sherlock: (Rolled his eyes) Molly is my ‘friend’, not my girlfriend, Jawn.

John: (Smirked) Are you sure that she is not? You acted as if she is, Sherlock.

Sherlock: (Shifted uncomfortably) I did not….

John: You did, green eyes monster; demanded for her immediate explanation? What kind of friend did that?

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If anyone want to know Molly’s reason, please find it here

Sherrinford Holmes Series-Epilogue

221B Baker Street

Reporters were crowded outside Sherlock’s flat. The Holmes brothers’ success in exposing Sherrinford’s archenemy had finally became the big headlines. Sherlock walked out of the flat and grumpily stood at the porch.

Reporter1: Are you waiting for someone, Mr.Holmes?

Reporter2:Your brothers, perhaps? Are they coming in today?

Sherlock ignored them completely. A lady reporter approached him with a different topic.

Reporter3: Congratulations on your engagement, Mr.Holmes. People, especially girls , were quite devastated to hear the news though.

Sherlock: (Smugly) One girl didn’t and that was more than enough for me.

Reporter3: Care to share with us the identity of your lucky girl?

Mycroft’s black limo parked in front of the flat. Sherlock walked straight through the crowd and got in.

Every member of the Holmes family were squeezed inside the limo, Mummy, Daddy, Mycroft and Sherrinford plus the latest one of his beautiful.

Sherlock: Why are you all here?! It is supposed to be a private matter.

Mummy: How can I miss this?! It’s your wedding day, Sherlock. Aren’t you excited? (Pinched Sherlock’s cheeks) I am so….proud of you.

Sherlock looked at his daddy, expecting his old man’s answer.

Daddy: How could I let my wife, your Mummy, come all the way here alone, son?

Sherlock: (Huffed) And you, Sherrinford?

Sherrinford: I am your elder brother and Molly’s gynecologist, Blood. (Put his arm around his girl) Kathy here is my well…..personal assistance. She goes wherever I go.

Sherlock: (Frowned) What about you, Mycroft? Why are you here?

Mycroft: (Smugly) The limo is mine, little brother.

Sherlock: So everyone is going, (rolled his eyes) brilliant!

*********** Museum of the Order of St. John-The Holmes’ Wedding Reception

Molly Holmes adoringly watched her Sherlock waltzing on the dance floor with his Mummy. In the corner, John grumpily sulked when Mary seemed to be a little too happy dancing with Mycroft. Sherrinford joyfully entertained the 4 years old Sherry Watson with his tricks while Daddy Siger Holmes cooed her 6 months old, Hamish Holmes, to his afternoon sleep.

Kathy, Sherrinford’s PA sat down on a chair close to Molly.

Kathy: Don’t you think that they are a bit like The Adams’?

Molly: Who again?!

Kathy:You know; your groom’s weird family? They are the real life version of the Adams’ Family?

Molly: Hmm? Oh…that old movie. (Frowned) Let me think. Well…. Brilliant? No doubt. Loving? Certainly. Weird? Sometimes. (Dangerously smirked; the Holmes’ way) Extremely ‘deadly’ and very protective over the family ? Yep!! Has Sherrinford ever told you how we manage those who offended our family?

Kathy: No…o…

Molly: I see but a beauty like you, wouldn’t like those stories anyway; too bloody and too messy. So any other question?

Kathy: (Simpered and a bit scared) Oh…well, would you like something to drink?

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The complete series based on Sherrinford Holmes rumors. The previous parts are as follow;

1)The Disclosure

2)The Checklist

3)The Passion

4)The Gentleman’s Duty

5)The Evolvement

6)The Secrets (End)

7)Epilogue

Thanks for reading and all your support!

The Checklist

Mycroft Holmes’ mansion- library

Sherlock was more than grumpy, seeing his Molly Hooper, the soon to be the mother of ‘his’ child, too happily playing piano four hands with his elder brother, Sherrinford Holmes.

With the rival level of IQ and brilliance, the charming Sherrinford, comparing to his brothers, had a very different purposes and interests in life. He was a behavioral scientist who valued great wine and a lot of the beautiful.

He loved to observe but ‘inwardly’ deduced people. Since the 2nd Holmes brother often experimented his theories on the real persons and played with their emotions, he had created far too many enemies and chaos as well as unexpected friendships along the way.

Sherrinford had wanted to prove his theory about his little brother and decided to drug Sherlock and Molly with the aphrodisiac pills then locked them together for a night. The experiment had gone a bit too far and the pathologist was now carrying his younger brother’s first child.

Sherlock took his violin out and angrily made screeching noises with it. Molly immediately turned her attention to him, obviously showing her love for the genius detective.

Sherrinford (smirked): Six years in the best music school, what a waste, brother mine……

#Loud screeching noises from Sherlock’s violin.#

Sherrinford intentionally touched and caressed Molly’s elbow to turn her attention back to himself.

Sherrinford: Molly, my dear, haven’t you heard of “La Plus que lente”?

Molly: Of course, a love that was fated to become true, one of the classics.

Sherrinford: Would you like to play it?

#Louder screeching noises from Sherlock’s violin.#

Molly felt her baby, moving and kicking harder inside her womb, as the screeching noises got more intense. The pathologist winced and groaned softly. Sherlock suddenly stopped and in a less than a split second he was down on one knee beside her, holding her protectively.

Sherrinford smugly grinned. In his colorful mind palace, the 2nd Holmes brother ticked one more checkbox in the checklist of his expected results from the experiment.

*********** Hello hello hello!

I just heard about “Stroki” this morning and yearning to write something about it! Here is the second part of “Sherrinford Holmes” inspired ficlet. You can find the rest here;

1)The Disclosure

And

3)The Passion

Happy Friday!

The Disclosure

St.Bart Pathology Lab - Hallway

Sherlock: When are you planning to tell me, Molly?

Molly: (Looked everywhere but at him) Tell you? About what, Sherlock?

Sherlock: (Narrowed his eyes) Isn’t it obvious? Your pregnancy with my child.

Molly: You knew?!!……Of course, you knew…who am I to fool the famous “Sherlock Holmes”.

Sherlock: So you are going to tell me, are you not?

Molly: (Simpered when seeing his serious expression) Well….I have been considering it for quite sometimes but have not yet made up my mind. (Shrugged) I suppose I don’t need to worry about you knowing anymore….

Sherlock: (Frowned) You are in your sixteenth week and you have not yet made up your mind?!! Bloody Hell, Molly!!! I am the father of your child!!!

Molly: (Eyes welled up) Please don’t yell at me! I am just not sure if you want anything to do with the baby, Sherlock. We are not even together. Everything which happened that night was…just…just (Inhaled sharply but finally sobbed) Oh…I hate the bloody hormones!

Sherlock handed her his handkerchief. Molly mumbled her gratitude, blowing her nose and trying to wipe away her tears. The consulting detective did not know how to react to the situation though. He quietly stood close to her, waiting for his pathologist to calm down. Molly leaned into him, resting her forehead against his chest. He awkwardly but gently patted her back, trying to soothe her.

Some scientists and lab squad walked past them with funny expression on their faces but Sherlock did not care. He held her petite form protectively as she hid her face in his coat. After some good minutes, Molly finally found her composure again.

Molly: Well…where were we…Oh…the reason that I have not yet tell you about my child…

Sherlock: (Promptly corrected her) ‘Our’ child…

Molly: (Rolled her eyes) Alright, ‘our’ child is that we are not even together or anything. What happened between us was the effects of the aphrodisiac pills that your brother drugged you with. You were not your fully self…and I was…

Sherlock: You were forced against your will. (sighed heavily) I know, Molly. I am terribly sorry for what I did to you.

Molly: You said that a million times already, Sherlock. And about that night, (blushed) well…I was as much drugged as you are. I don’t blame you so don’t you dare blame yourself again. Sherlock: (Grumpily) If I can get my hands on Sherrinford, I swear to you, I will bloody kill him!!

Molly: (Warmly smiled) You will have to get in line then.

Sherlock grinned faintly in response but suddenly felt sick. The genius detective had to run in one lurch to the toilet down the hall.

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St.Bart Pathology Lab - Molly’s office

Sherlock sat limply on one of the lab stools and closed his eyes, resting his head on the cold surface of the lab table. Molly made him some earl gray tea with lemon and honey to calm his stomach then gently mopped the back of his neck and face with a warm washcloths.

Molly: Should I get John to come down here? Have him run some tests on you a bit so we know if you have gotten just a cold or anything more serious?

Sherlock: (opened his eyes and softly smiled) No need, Molly. I know exactly what I have. I have had it for months.

Molly: Hmm?? Really? What is it?

Sherlock: Couvade Syndrome…

Molly: What??!!…..You mean “Sympathetic Pregnancy”… Don’t tell me that you have had morning sickness for sixteen weeks, Sherlock!

Sherlock: Not exactly. It started on the forth week of your pregnancy and has never gone away since.

Molly: And I have had nothing but the bloody mood swings and weird craving?!

Sherlock: Ah…and about that…

Sherlock took a tupperware box out of his inside coat pocket and handed it to her. Molly carefully opened it and found some coconut cakes with cream cheese frosting that made her drool.

Sherlock: Mummy made them. She said every Holmes’ lady would have a weird craving for coconut. (Somehow proudly) I suppose this won’t be exceptional in your case.

Molly quickly swallowed the mouthful of cakes and drank Sherlock’s tea to wash them down.

Molly: Mummy?!! You mean your parents knew?

Sherlock: Mycroft pointed out to them last month when they paid me a visit. By the way we have leveraged your security level so you are looked after the whole time.

Molly: Mycroft? Security level?!!!

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Good Day!!

I have an urge to write about the 3rd Holmes brother so I came up with this. Anyway I hope you like this piece as much as I do. Please see the next part here

The Checklist

Take Care,