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Okay so this is very cute and fluffy. How bout we fuckin make things a bit red in here? Cuteness is sickening, but at the end of the day, what does it lead to?

Death.

Pain

Thing of it this way, me and my employer, we just speed along the process, help people cut out the pain. Tried to teach Watson that, but Sherlock had to fuckin get involved. Prick.

One day it'll happen. Not just yet, but one day. This tiger is sharpening his claws, getting ready for his next meal. Who's the pray? Only time will tell

Later Pricks

-SM

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New Year

New Start

hopefully

So the new year is here. 2019. I just hope that this year will bring let alone what new threat that could bring. Rosie is excited for the new year, she cannot wait to go back to school and play with her friends....even though she is also keen to learn something more. To be honest I'm just glad she won't be learning anything from Sherlock. She doesn't need to turn out like him....but she does call him Papa which is really nice. She does love him, that much I know. However....i am worried with how he'll react around her.....this is just a small blog....I have to help Rosie with her homework and then get her into the bath. That's going to be a task and half.

Will blog again when I can.

Dr. John Watson.

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Hospital Visit

When my mobile rings, pings or does whatever. I usually expect that when I pick it up for the recipient to be none other than my dearest little brother. Never for one moment do I think that I am going to receive a message from an unknown number. Something that I particularly hate. No one expect important world leaders and people that are in my immediate circle. But today the message was rather troublesome.

[Incoming Message]

Dear Mister Holmes. I am Doctor Joseph Richards for the Royal London Hospital. I currently have Gregory Lestrade here who he has asked me to contact you straight away. I have tried to contact you via phone call but they have went unheeded. Please call as soon and you can. Thank you.

So I immediatedly called them back and then he proceeded to tell me that Gregory had been involved in a coliison. Thankfully he was okay but he had sustained minor injuries. Fair to say I have never felt so much relief in my life. Once I hung up phone. I had Anthea clear my schedule and I immediately got into my car and I drove to the hospital.

Upon getting to the hospital, I finally found my dearest partner sitting upright with cuts on his face as the doctor was making sure he was coherent enough and knew who he was. Which thankfully he answered with great relief. When I approached the bed, the doctor shook my hand (which I waited until he left the room to sterilze my hands with the sanitiser. Much to Greg’s dismay.) and explained in depth was was going to happen.

If I say it once I will say it a million times, I have never heard Gregory whine so much about being kept in for observation in all my life. He begged the doctor to change his mind and begged me to take him home. But when I explained that here was the best place. He huffed at me and retreated by folding his arms and pouting like a child. But he knew himself that this was the best place for him.

I can hear the questions now. ‘What is Gregory like as a patient?’ Well allow me to answer that in a nutshell. He is adorably needy. All he wanted from me was love and reassurance which I provided in the form of cuddles and small sweet kisses which seemed to appease him and keep him content and relaxed.

The doctor said nothing streneous in that time. So until he recovers I will be by his side attending to his every need. I will make sure that when he does come home I will have John attend to his care as well as my own private doctor. His recovery needs to go as smoothly as possible.

He has been eating and very talkative since he has been admitted. So I sincerely hope that he will be okay to be discharged as soon as he is deemed fit. The house will be incredibly lonely until he is finally home.

Updates will come as soon as I can. Until then. Good evening.

- Mycroft Siger Holmes.

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Saving John Watson

It has been a long but horrendous evening but after being on a wild goose chase, talking with the homeless network and a break from when John’s mobile coming back online. I finally was directed to Battersea Power Station. I finally can breathe a sigh of relief to know that John is safe. But to the extent of his injuries, I was yet to find out.

I managed to slip by Moriarty’s minions with ease. If he knew that they were slacking on the job then I know that he would be incredibly frustrated and annoyed at their behaviour. But then again ordinary people's minds must be so boring.

I followed the screams of John and I managed to finally find him. What the sight I found when I laid eyes on him was enough to make the strongest man feel nauseated. The blood that stained his face and his shirt as he was tied to a chair pleading for them to let him go. I knew those two anywhere. The most dangerous men in London. Moriarty and Moran.

Now I felt like I stared at the scene in front of me for hours before I did finally confront Moriarty. I have never heard John actually breathe a sigh of relief but at the same time curse at me.

” You took your fucking time. ” he exclaimed which made both men look directly at me. Seeing Jim’s usual smirk made me more set in my ways to get John away from the situation.

I stood there and negotiated a strong deal. One that highly annoyed John as I immediately offered to take his place. After all, Moriarty’s games always aimed to catch my attention and here I was. Offering myself on a plate to him which he accepted.

” You are always so good to me Sherlock. I am glad that you accepted my little game. I have missed this. Us. Florence was ever so perfect. Shame it had to end so soon. Til we meet again. I will be in touch. ” he responded in a soft sultry tone of voice before leaving me with John.

After undoing the ropes, I knew straight away that John was angry. The breathing laboured, the restricted eye contact. I swear if the doctor wasn't so in pain from the torturing then I think he would have beaten me mercifully. But this is serious than my social experiment. This is going to take a lot longer for the wounds to heal and to forgive me for bargaining with Jim.

I can hear his thought process going. His paranoia over what happened in Florence. His processing if I slept with Jim or what we did. This man is filling up with paranoia and anger. It's a ticking time bomb ready to go off. This will not go down well. In fact, I am fair to say. It will be a while before John Watson will speak to me.

But despite this, I managed to call Lestrade and we got John to the hospital. I have been requested by John that I am not to be there, so Lestrade is up there with him to ensure he stays there. I wish him well upon his recovery. I must admit, the flat is very quiet. I may just sleep. I have not rested since the disappearance and I am exhausted.

I have written a lot this evening (it feels like it anyway) but I promised an update. I will keep you informed with what will happen next.

Until next time.

-SH

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Still Not Forgiven

It has been ridiculous trying to get some time alone from Sherlock since I had been taken my Moriarty. Yes, my body still hurts, yes, I still have some wounds that are healing, does Sherlock baby me? Yes, and I hate it. In a grown man! Not a child in need of constant care from him. Okay, I gotta admit, he has been doing more around the flat. Cleaning, cooking, shopping...basically everything....only leaving me to rest. It's nice, yes, however I am bored.

Well....I said cooking....more like him burning the food and calling for Mrs. Hudson to bring something to eat up....it did make me laugh a few times....but I am still mad at him! How could he have kept something like that from me! I, his best...no...his only friend. It hurt, it did, but then again....He is Sherlock Holmes. He doesn't do human well.

Sorry for this to be short and sweet....but I have a doctor from Mycroft's contacts coming in 5 minutes and I have to get to the living room.

Until next time

Doctor John Watson

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Manners Maketh Problems

I have always been the man that everyone comes to whenever they have a problem. Sometimes it is a quick fix. Others it is a work in progress. This has always been the story of my life ever since I first started in my position. But the question I always get is who do I go to whenever I have a problem? Well that answer is simple. I go to Sherlock or I confide in Gregory. Someone that I can trust.

But what happens when it’s something I cannot confide in them. Well.. I appear to keep it to myself which I am afraid that appears to be the case this evening. Something I did not wish to ever rear it’s head again.

I have never seen nor spoken to Harry Hart in years. The mere fact of how we seized to speak was one of the most difficult choices we made. Harsh words were said. Some.. most that were regrettable. But the last time I saw him was when I left him standing in a cottage in the middle of Slovenia. I can still hear the last words that came from him that night.

“ You walk out that door. That is it.. done. “

It was a harsh tone but nevertheless I walked out that door and returned to London. Never to speak or see Harry ever again. There was always talk of the Tailor but nothing I ever took interest in.

After all seven years down the line and I have a beautiful partner and I am higher in my career. Except today it hit me like a tonne of bricks.

Out of all the places of London I could go to get coffee for Gregory and myself. I heard a familiar voice that rang in my ears.

“ Same old routine. You have never changed Myc.. “

It was enough to send chills down my spine and people call me ‘The Iceman’ because of my cold exterior. But I was haunted when I seen him standing there. Inches from me.

After a conversation, he requested that we start a fresh as friends. He told me about his partner as I told him about Gregory. He was always one to keep his emotions hidden but his thoughts and the look on his face screamed jealousy. After all we did leave it on bad terms, in which he apologised for. But what struck me was what he said next.

“ Maybe all four of us could grab a meal together. “

I am still trying to process this. Though I do not know how I can. I feel nauseated thing about it. I explained that I am busy with work as is Gregory but how do I approach this subject with Greg? How on earth will he react? Ugh, I wish not to be thinking about this at this time. Especially at this time, I need to rest and gather my thoughts.

I will need to sit down and have a conversation with Greg about this. He will know the best way forward on this.

Until the next situation..

-Mycroft Siger Holmes. ☂️

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IOU a Confession John.

Apologies that I have not blogged for a while. It appears that I have been missing in action much to John’s annoyance. It was that extreme that he appeared to subject me to several drugs tests. All that came back clean. He has also made me show him my arms as he was not convinced that I have not been taking anything during my disappearance. Though I must confess my whereabouts have not been in London. In fact, I have been in Italy.

I have neglected to tell my dear Watson where I have been because I know that if I told him where I have been, he would indeed hit the roof. Hiding away deep in the heart of Florence, I met with Jim. You may ask why. You also may ask if I have went mad (probably) but I went to see him as I have been keeping to a favour that he asked me the day he too faked his own death. He has been concerned for the mans right-hand man Sebastian Moran, so it appeared to have reached out to me to see if I could offer assistance on keeping tabs on what the man has been doing.

I decided to go out instead if secretly correspond via emails as I know that John would begin to question. Which I must admit he has been as of late. I predict several scenarios in my mind but I see one that it will not end well when I tell him where I have been. After all, the man has seen it all but despite it being a few years since the fall but to John, it still haunts him although he tries to deny it repeatedly. I know differently.

I do hope that John will understand why I have been doing this although I do think stern words of warning may be what my dear John will have something else to say rather than understand. Somehow I appear that I will have a lot of explaining to do and that I may be on the sofa tonight. But an update on this will come as soon as I announce it to him.

Have a good evening.

-SH

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Why Must It Be Football, Greg?

Now when I walk into the house after a long hard day at work. I never thought I would have thought for one minute I would have been met with the sounds that I heard when I entered my home. It appears that Gregory has now settled into the house.

Now it appears that Gregory enjoys watching the football. I recently just learned that he is a massive Arsenal fan and according to him, he plans to take me to their next home match so that I can in his words ’experience the atmosphere’. This is something that I am still not entirely convinced about. But I did state that I would do anything for him. But sitting in amongst thousands of men and women who will be partial to a drink or two for ninety minutes, whilst two teams chase a ball and attempt to score the most goals is not exactly my form of entertainment. But nevertheless, I will go and see what all the fuss is about.

So, back to this evening. Tonight his team were not playing (he tells me that they are tomorrow evening) but the football was on and he had decided that tonight he would watch the Tottenham and Barcelona game. I had called to inform him that I had been required in the office for a little longer as I have been working on some classified cases but I told him to order in and that I would be home as soon as I could. Which he has appeared to have done as the house smells of Chinese food. I was also glad that he had kindly ordered me some as I would be due home (this is one of the reasons why I love him).

But as I managed to come in just as the match had about fifteen minutes to go, the profanity that I heard coming from Gregory was enough to make a saint blush. When I walked in I found my silver-haired inspector in nothing but his lounge trousers sitting with the cat on his lap as he was explaining how God awful Tottenham were and that they will not succeed in the following:

1. They will never win the premier league and they should give up now despite the season just starting.

2. They are not fit for the champion's league and that arsenal should be there and not them.

3. Harry Kane is not all that good.

4. They also should have been down to 10 men because they are cheating gits.

May I add the list is a mile long and the cat sat looking at him as he ranted. Should I be worried that he might be turning into one of these people who speaks to animals? I'm not sure. But fair to say he nearly jumped out his skin when he heard me clear my throat ( I swear I did not relish in the fact I scared him, honestly 😏).

But despite his rant and me finally getting to sit down and finish my meal. I was practically pinned to the sofa as he wrapped his arms around me, planted the sweetest of kisses on my lips and told me how much he missed me. To be honest I had missed him too. He truly is the most perfect man that has walked into my life. I could not ask for a better man than Gregory Lestrade.

So the remains of the evening now consists of having tea in bed, catching up and plenty of ’making up’ for today. Dare I say I am glad that I am not required in the office until eleven. I think it may be a long evening.

Until tomorrow. Good evening.

-Mycroft Siger Holmes ☂️