My Sherlock Explosion

So today I went on about thirty different 'Sherlock self quizzes.'

these are my favorite results.

HOW I WOULD MEET SHERLOCK & JOHN:

Bio: Mother died when you were young. Father forced you to be perfect but nothing was ever enough for him. He eventually committed suicide because he couldn't take the death f your mother well. You moved to central London and started going to school. You were too shy to talk to anyone, so you didn't make any friends. You have a massive intellect and everything comes easy too you. That's when you started being able to read others like a book.

How you met Sherlock and John: One day you were sitting in the park on a bench, when BAM! Someone threw a rubber dodge-ball at your head. You got up to move. But the group of kids who threw the ball wouldn't allow you to leave. They started to tease and bully you. That's when John stepped in and made them stop. You thanked him and he invited you to his flat for some afternoon tea. That's when you accidently deduced him. You tried to leave but John stopped you and told you what you did was amazing. He told you there was a friend of his who did the same thing. That's when you met Sherlock and you deduced him. He was shocked. He praised you and you visited their flat almost everyday after school from then on.

What the Cast Thinks of You:
Sherlock Holmes: She's shy but cunning. I was surprised when she deduced me like that. It was very impressive.
John Watson: She's so smart! And she's adorable too. I wish she would talk more. She's so shy. To think she's just like Sherlock, it's almost comical!
Mrs. Hudson: She's a very sweet girl with perfect manners. I love it when she comes over to visit. It brightens my day. She's like Sherlock, only nicer.
Molly Hooper: I met her a couple times when she tagged along with Sherlock at the lab. She's a cute little girl.  But she's very shy and doesn't talk much. I can't tell you much about her. She's very smart though. I wonder if she's related to Sherlock somehow.
Greg Lestrade: She's a mini Sherlock. Except she's more sweet and caring. I like her a lot.
Mycroft: The girl will be a good influence on my brother. I'll let her hang around for a while. But I must have her watched at all times.
Sally Donovan: She's Sherlock Jr. She's shy and doesn't talk at all. She hates me because I don't like Sherlock. Oh well, no my problem.
Anderson: She's an annoying little brat. She's always sticking her tongue out at me because I insult Sherlock all the time. She won't talk to me though.  I heard she was just like Sherlock though. Maybe the two are related.
Moriarty: She's cunning and sweet. I've been watching her for the past couple for weeks. She doesn't talk much and she has no friends. The poor girl. I could use someone like her on my side. Maybe I'll chat with her about it

 HERES HOW MY DATE WITH SHERLOCK WOULD END UP:

You love Sherlock Holmes. Sherlock Holmes loves you. So you are willing to protect that man with your life, for ever since you met him you saw the human part of him. Of course, this makes you a large.target for Moriarty and his guys, but it also means that Sherlock will risk anything to save you,so don't worry. You're going to get kidnapped at inconvenient times, and you may have a gun at your head more than you'd like to count, but nonetheless, you will always have a consulting detective to get you out of any mess.

 

HOW I WOULD DATE JOHN:

How You Began Dating
You and John began dating after Sherlock practically forced the two of you together. 'Oh for gods sakes! Stop making eyes at each other and date or something!' He had shouted exasperatedly as he had left in a huff. You were amazed at how quickly you had began to trust John, it almost scared you. After two years of dating you found out you were pregnant with twins. When you told John he was over the moon, and started spinning you around the living room of 221b, causing you to laugh. Suddenly, Sherlock came in took one look at you both and said, 'I wish to be Godfather, and to be called Uncle Sherlock.' Then promptly left, you and John looked at each other, again bursting into laughter. <3

 

ANOTHER DATE WITH SHERLOCK:

He loved you!

He really liked you!
He loved your outfit and your personallity
You ate his food for him though you were full
The next day you meet up again at the flower shop
GOOD JOB!

 

HOW GOOD I WOULD BE AT SOLVING A CRIME WITH SHERLOCK:

Solved in three seconds

You are as good as Sherlock himself... Or perhaps you may even be better. Sherlock: no one is better than me. He/she can't be! (Me: drink some more of whatever that is. I dare you.)John: he/she's just like him. JUST LIKE HIM. I mean, it's not horrible, but it drives Mrs. Hudson mad.
Mrs. Hudson: he/she isn't bad, but  there was a gang of ruffians breaking down the door last week looking for them... I'm beginning to fear my own safety.

AND FINALLY:

THE TRANSLATED-INTO-WORDS VERSION OF 'THE BLIND BANKER.'

“Sherlock, are we seriously going to go through every single one of these books?” John asked in disbelief, looking at the piles of them surrounding the small living room.

“Even if it takes all night, we’ve got to find something that connects them…books that they both own is a start,” Sherlock replied crisply.

“But I’ve got work tomorrow!” John pleaded.

Sherlock sighed, rolled his eyes and turned to look at him. “Well then, invite Petrichor over. I’m sure she’d enjoy the exercise, and she loves books!”

John gave him a why-don’t-you-do-it-yourself-you-great-big-cowardly-bully look.

By way of answer, Sherlock held up a book. “I’m working,” he minced.

Petrichor readily agreed to come over, but she was very quiet as they worked, sorting out the different books.

After about three quarters of an hour Sherlock finally looked up. “What’s wrong?”

She shook herself and gave him a sad smile. “I just keep thinking about poor Soo Lin, I mean… I knew her. Not too well, but I can’t help thinking that if I had been there…”

John came and put a hand on her shoulder. “Cora, there’s nothing you could have done. It’s not your fault,” he said gently.

“Yeah…” she sighed, and then shook herself again and went back to work.

They worked all through the night; Petrichor stacking books from Lukis’ crate and Sherlock Van coon’s, while Faithful John wrote down all the titles of the ones both men had.

Sometime later, John’s thought pattern was broken by the alarm on his watch beeping. Time to go to work, it said, and he groaned miserably.

“I’ve gotta go…” he mumbled, putting on his coat.

“Okay,” Petrichor and Sherlock said simultaneously.

“And I hope this was worth it,” John muttered as he went down the stairs.

It was later that afternoon when he came back, smiling widely.

“Where’s Cora?” he asked, looking around.

Sherlock looked up. “Oh, she got a call from Lestrade, but she said she’d be back. You need to get some air, and I’ve got work to do; we’re going out tonight.”

“Oh, uh, actually…I’ve got a date,” Watson beamed.

“Really?” Came a voice from the other end of the room. “Who with?”

John and Sherlock both turned and saw Petricor munching on an apple, her knee-length coral coloured skirt swinging as she walked forward.

“Wait, a date? What?” Sherlock was completely lost by the word.

“It’s where two people who like each other go out and have fun,” John explained.

“Well that’s what I was suggesting!” Sherlock looked hurt.

John gave him a funny expression: “No, it wasn’t. At least I hope not.”

Cora stood grinning at the exchange, then came and put her arm around Sherlock’s shoulder.

“Well that was awkward.”

He rolled his eyes and looked up at her as if to say, “Do you MIND?”

She removed her arm, still grinning and took a satisfying crunch! out of her apple. “No awkwardness here boys…just saying.”

Sherlock turned back to John. “Where Are you taking her?”

“Uh, cinema,” John smiled.

“Ugh; dull, boring…predictable,” Sherlock scoffed. “How about this? In town for one night only.” Temptingly, he handed John an advertisement for a Chinese circus.

“Thanks, but you’re not exactly the person giving out dating advice,” John took the paper and left the room to change out of his coat.

Sherlock looked at Cora and smiled. “He’s calling to book the reservation.”

Petrichor pointed her apple at him. “And you said the cinema was predictable.”

Sherlock sighed. “That’s why ordinary people like it so much.”

Cora was lying on her back on her favorite comfy chair, eating her apple, upside-down. “I like the cinema.”

To that Sherlock had no answer.

………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

Sherlock paced, Petrichor (whom John had invited to stay the afternoon while he got ready) sitting in her comfy chair right way up, reading.

“I need a reason to go to that Circus,” he muttered. “But I don’t want to embarrass John.”

He turned to Petrichor. “Anything in mind?”

She didn’t answer.

“Petrichor?” Sherlock demanded, loudly.

She started and looked up. “Oh, sorry, I can’t hear anything when I read; it’s why I never have time to.”

“I need to get in that circus without causing fuss about adding a reservation,” Sherlock explained.

She shrugged in a very helpful manner and answered, “You’ll think of something,” before turning back to her book.

“Really?” Sherlock asked.

No answer.

He began pacing again, thinking it over in his mind of ways to make a smooth entrance. Then, suddenly, a possibly very evil light-bulb went up in his head.

He turned slowly to Petrichor, sitting so innocently cozied up in the chair, her coral coloured top and sky blue jeans tucked neatly into the big space…and smiled.

“You could go as my…date…thing.” He still didn’t quite grasp that concept.

“Ever been on a date?” he asked a moment later, looking out the window.

The sound of a page turning was his only response.

He shrugged. “Oh of course you have...everybody has…well, I say everybody.”

He turned back towards her chair and clapped his hands in the establishment of an idea. “Right, so that’s settled then, you’ll go as my girlfriend, John goes with his; everything works out BEE-AUTIFULLY!”

Petrichor laughed at something in her book and Sherlock pulled out his phone. “Okay, I’ll call the circus and have that changed…”

He dialed the number and added the two of them in a separate reservation with the name Watson; Sherlock had had an extra large intake of irony in his bagel that morning. and with Cora completely oblivious to these new developments, then with a smile sat down in a chair across from her and began to read.

Petrichor was reading one of John’s books called “I’m SO going to kill you…” some psychology book for the returning veteran intending to boost stamina or whatever. Sherlock shrugged as he settled himself in with P. J. O’Rourke.

 

I LIED. THIS IS THE FINAL THING(S)

 

 



JUST SOMETHING TO AID YOU AND WARM YOUR HEART ON YOUR LONG, HARD JOURNEY IN LIFE.

ALSO IT WAS JUST TOO FUN TO RESIST. :)

BYE
(WHY AM I TALKING IN ALL CAPS)
<3