"Slow your horses, my name is Sherlock Holmes. No one's got the name Holmes other than the main family. So, who exactly are you to fit in our family tree?" Sherlock sputters bewilderingly, pointing at the ponytailed man.
The others also seem equally confused as to why there were two "Sherlocks". "What's your name lad?". He swears if this was a ploy to get something, it's a rather ridiculous one.
"No I believe, you sir, are mistaken, last time I checked" Ponytail, no,- the other black-haired Sherlock retorts, eyes glinting in both confusion and inconvenience "I am the only Sherlock Holmes, always have been. You're not pulling my leg here are you?"
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In which Sherlock Holmes, William James Moriarty and John Watson get transported into old age London where the original Sherlock Holmes continues to be befuddled on why colorful looking people keep transporting into his property.
On the other side of the spectrum, a college professor goes missing and the Moriarty crew are worried, and wait,- who's this piece of shit?
With doppelganger hijinks, travelling troupe conspiracies and a very confused Yuumori cast: It's a wild ride!
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Warnings and tags =
Mlm, Harsh language, Crude humour, Canon typical violence,
No deep knowledge of IDV needed to read
The OG Sherlock meets Sherly shit goes down
Watsons are confused an exasperated
Sherliam flirts and OG Sherlock is mortified
How the fuck do I Wattpad.
I am so. Pissed I have created this thing three times now.
You and John Watson were old flames back in your high school year. Thankfully, when you broke up, you still remained friends. That was, until the year of the war came around. While John went to war, you began to tend to your dying sister, who you knew only had a few more years. John and you kept in touch, but the letters started to get more and more infrequent as the war began to get more and more brutal.
After your sister died, you moved to London, hoping for a fresh start and to eliminate any memories of your her. The next thing you know, three people get murdered right before your eyes, and guess who shows up to inspect? John Watson. And his friend, Sherlock Holmes.
You took a liking to Sherlock, despite his arrogance and sociopathic tendencies, and you slowly begin to see his feelings that he hides underneath his shell.
When he sees how clever you are, Sherlock also takes a liking to you, but tries his hardest to hide it. He knows that sentiment is a chemical defect found on the losing side.
Now you, Sherlock and John Watson are solving cases together, but what happens when the person you fear most shows up and starts to torment John and Sherlock.