That was no way to think, just because a stupid ex-nun misinterpreted a blamelessly hostile situation. That way lay madness. That way lay an angel with disapprovingly pursed lips and pitying pale eyes and "My dear boy, I'm so *very* sorry, but..." and Armageddon would come as a relief after that, really.
Sherlock Holmes and John Watson have been friends for as long as they can remember. Only when John joins the army and is shipped off to Army camp do they realise they want to be more than friends. Much more.
After the tragic loss of John's wife Mary, he is left with his daughter. The long locked away romance between Sherlock and Watson is reopened and they face the greatest mystery they've ever had to solve. Parenting