Anonymous asked: I know that you probably don't check this anymore, mate, but I'm rooting for you. I'm sorry about what happened. I know you'll get through it somehow. I don't believe the papers. I believe in Sherlock Holmes. Just don't give up, John.

Oh God, thank you. You don’t know how much this means to me. It’s… good to know there are still other people who believe in him.

John.

I’m sorry, everyone. I just… can’t do this any more.

John.

Sherlock, I know you can’t see this, but I’ll always believe in you.

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Happy New Year to you all! So here it is, 2012, the year we’ve all seemed to be waiting for. The Olympics, the apocalypse, all that cheery stuff to look forward to. Hope you all had fun last night. We certainly had… an interesting time. Hard to get Sherlock motivated into being sociable, but to be fair to him, he wasn’t as rude as I’d expected. And as for the Anderson and Donovan situation… well lets just say he wasn’t paying too much attention to them at midnight.

Wishing you all the best for the year to come.

John.

If you’re going now, be quick. We’ve got to get to the MET party soon.

John.

Really? Interesting that you chose to use me as your illicit love-child. You realize if this got back to the Yard they would be falling over themselves about it, morons that they are.

In that case, I must get the plasticine myself. Sigh. Perhaps I could claim to being a single parent with a four-year old named John?

- SH

Well, apparently they do now. It’s not my fault they have overly friendly cashiers! She kept asking questions, so I made up a story about being a single father raising a four year old boy named Sherlock. Actually, it wasn’t that far from the truth once I started describing your personality. You’re a rather believable toddler, you know.

Anyway, it was awkward. Once she’d started, she didn’t stop. I had to tell her everything from when you took your first steps to if you still wet the bed. I am not going back.

John.

Simply say that you have recently adopted a child. Surely they don’t know you in the Early Learning Centre…?

- SH

I am not going to the bloody Early Learning Center again. I got accosted enough about why I was there the first time. Buy your own damn plasticine.

John.

John we have run out of plasticine for the skeleton. Buy more soon.

- SH 

have-tardis-will-time-travel asked: So what did you both end up getting each other for Christmas?

Well, I’m sort of regretting getting Sherlock what I did now. I managed to get hold of a human skeleton on a frame. It now stands next to the fireplace, keeping the skull company. But whenever I come down for breakfast it’s looking at me when I walk through the door. It’s really unnerving. I’ve turned it round so it’s not facing me, but it always moves back again when I’m out. Sherlock assures me he isn’t responsible, but it doesn’t take the world’s only consulting detective to work out he’s lying.

It’s not all bad, I suppose. He bloody loves that thing. He covered the chest in plasticine and stabbed it from various angles yesterday. Had so much fun.

As for what he got me, well, I think he thought of it as some ironic joke but I absolutely love it. It’s a jumper with black cats all over the front! They’ve even got little glass eyes. He got me some posh jam from Fortnum and Mason, too.

John.

You’ll just have to wait and see, then.

John.

I’m sure I don’t know what you mean, John.

But yes that is certainly a possibility. 

- SH

Better not look their way when it gets to midnight, then. I wonder if Mycroft will be there, I’m sure Greg would want him to be. The again, he’ll probably be with your mother, won’t he? If not then you’d better close your eyes.

Or, I don’t know… you could always get a little too… distracted to notice them?

John.

Oh for god’s sake. Alright, but if I catch sight of Anderson and Donovan eating each other’s face I am leaving.

- SH

Good. That’s good.

Because Lestrade has invited us to the Met New Years do.

And before you start whining, I’ve already told them we’d be there.

John.