i know you're probably sick of these by now XD;

[you_dont_work_alone]

I'm glad it was what you hoped for. And I'm glad there was laughter this time instead of all the tears.

But really, must you laugh at my expense? I'm engaged to be married. To a woman. I am not gay, nor have I ever been.

What happens on bakerstreet stays there...

God. I'll probably still get accused of it after celebrating my ten year anniversary.

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[no78921]

So, I'm not understanding the problem. You're getting married, you're not gay...but then you speak of "what happens on bakerstreet?"
Was there a drunk gay orgy you got mixed into perhaps?

[you_dont_work_alone]

Let's just say there's the truth and then there's what happens in my mun's head.

They are not at all the same.

[no78921]

Oh, so your mun would like you to be gay. Yes, I understand how that goes. My mun wants me to stop being such a git but it just won't happen.

[you_dont_work_alone]

I wish I had your problem.

[theroseisanextra]

You know what happened and what didn't happen. Those of us with observational skills can tell what happened and what didn't happen. How is what anyone else thinks a concern?

That said, you can't tell me you wouldn't be at least a little gay for one or two people. Like that big Irish bloke who was in that terrible movie we watched once. Taken, I think?

[you_dont_work_alone]

Because I'm the one living in my mun's headspace. It's hard not to be bothered by someti--.

What movie? Who are you?

[Oh please don't be an ex-girlfriend he forgot about.]

[theroseisanextra]

Liam Neeson, that was his name. You said you'd heard that in terms of size he's actually

...wait. Hang on. Sorry. You've got the wrong bits.

Charlotte Holmes. World's only consulting detective.

[you_dont_work_alone]

Charlotte Holmes?

Sherlock never mentioned a sister.

[theroseisanextra]

Sherlock? Is that what his name is? Good lord.

I'm not his sister. It's... no, you know what, it's not complicated, it's just difficult for most people to digest.

[you_dont_work_alone]

Really? Because you already sound like you're related.

[theroseisanextra]

He's another version of me. Bit like how if he were to hold an orange in his right hand, and he were to walk through a looking-glass, he'd emerge on the other side with the orange in his left hand.

Except instead of an orange he'd have been born a woman.

All caught up now? Yes? Good.

[solvescases]

You know you really should ask her. Before too long.

[you_dont_work_alone]

I really should. For some reason the moment is always spoiled.

[solvescases]

Hm. Shouldn't be that difficult, it is only one question after all. [Oblivious!Sherlock is not getting the hint.]

[you_dont_work_alone]

It's only the most important question of my life. You can't just throw it out there, Sherlock.

Hey, Mary, want to catch a movie? Oh, and while I've got your ear, would you mind marrying me?

[solvescases]

...oh. You're saying she would say no?

[Sherlock already knows she would say yes.]

[you_dont_work_alone]

I'm not saying she'd say no.

I'm saying a question as important as this requires some staging. And privacy.

[solvescases]

And yet you take her out to a fancy restaurant, that denotes wanting witnesses to further keep her from saying no.

[silverfoxy]

Did you really shave the mustache off for Sherlock, then?

[Guess who's been talking to Mary.]

[you_dont_work_alone]

NO!

I don't shave because Sherlock Holmes tells me to!

[silverfoxy]

[Lestrade tries not to smirk too much, holding up his hands in defeat.]

Okay, alright. Calm down, mate. I get it.

[He shrugs a shoulder innocently.] It's just something Mary said, that's all.

[you_dont_work_alone]

A joke, Greg. That's all.

[The frown breaks into a bit of a smile.]

You must be happy to have him back.

[silverfoxy]

Just wanted to be sure. You do look better without it mate, have to say.

Yeah. [He can't help but smirk a little.] Did he tell you I actually hugged him?

[you_dont_work_alone]

You hugged him?

[That's unbelievable!]

What did he do?

[silverfoxy]

I was happy to see him, wasn't I? The bastard just showed up in the shadows like some sort of bloody spy or something. He was lucky I didn't shoot him.

[He snorts.] He let me do it, just for a little bit.