The Sherlock’s December Ficlets continue as John’s introduced to Sherlock’s parents! The two once again find a moments privacy, and we learn a bit more about Sherlock’s family and his childhood! Another brilliant segment by mydogwatson! Amazing art by marurenai on deviantart!
A teaser to Tidings of Comfort and Joy..
Drinks before dinner were served in a cosy parlour where there was a roaring fire to ward off the cold Yorkshire night air. While Mr Holmes, a tall, thin man with a headful of white and unruly hair, asked me questions about my time in Her Majesty’s forces, across the room Holmes and his mother were engaged in a conversation about some arcane mathematical topic that might as well have been in Greek for all it meant to me. Especially as my mind was distracted by the thought that, were I a very fortunate man, one day I might look across a room and see my Holmes, his hair gone white and his face lined, looking back at me with the same love as he showed today.
Dinner itself passed pleasantly and just as I was starting to look forward to spending a quiet evening in front of that fire with my pipe and perhaps a nice brandy, Mrs Holmes turned a smile on her son. “Sherlock, since you refused to join us and Mycroft on Christmas Eve, we have decided to do the walk tonight as well.”
Holmes groaned. “Really, Mother, I hardly think that it is necessary to—”
She quieted him with a look and I wondered if that were a trick she might teach me. Then she smiled at me. “Doctor Watson, we are not a religious family, but there is a habit we have adopted over the years. On Christmas Eve we walk over to the local church and light a candle with our sons. It has become my favorite tradition and we would be delighted if you would like to join us tonight with Sherlock.”
I glanced at Holmes, who merely looked resigned, then said, “It would be my pleasure.”