Johnlock Oneshots

A Man Named Sherlock Holmes

When I was sixteen, I met a boy named Sherlock Holmes. He was fascinating and could tell everything about everyone.

When I was seventeen, I took a boy named Sherlock Holmes on a date. We kissed for the first time too.

When I was eighteen, I solved my first case with a boy named Sherlock Holmes. It was the sister.

When I was twenty-four, I graduated medical school and moved into a flat with a man named Sherlock Holmes.

When I was twenty-six, I proposed to a man named Sherlock Holmes. He said yes.

When I was twenty-seven, I married a man named Sherlock Holmes. It was the happiest day of my life.

When I was thirty, I adopted a daughter with a man named Sherlock Holmes. She was a spinning image of her father.

When I was thirty-three, I dropped my daughter off at primary school with a man named Sherlock Holmes.

When I was thirty-five, a man named Sherlock Holmes and I watched our daughter win the spelling bee.

When I was fourty, a man named Sherlock Holmes and I watched our daughter win the science fair.

When I was forty-one, I adopted a son with a man named Sherlock Holmes. He took after both of us.

When I was forty-two, I moved to a bigger flat with a man named Sherlock Holmes and our two brilliant kids.

When I was forty-four, I watched a man named Sherlock Holmes drop our son off at primary school for the gifted and talented.

When I was forty-six, I watched my daughter give a presentation to college professors with a man named Sherlock Holmes.

When I was forty-nine, I watched my son win his first science fair with a man named Sherlock Holmes.

When I was fifty-two, I watched my daughter graduate with two degrees and a scholarship to college with a man named Sherlock Holmes.

When I was fifty-three, I helped my daughter move to campus with a man named Sherlock Holmes.

When I was fifty-five, I received terrible news with a man named Sherlock Holmes. Our son had cancer.

When I was fifty-seven, I took my son to recive his first treatment of chemotherapy with a man named Sherlock Holmes.

When I was sixty-one, I watched my son graduate early with a man named Sherlock Holmes.

When I was sixty-two, I watched my daughter marry another woman with a man named Sherlock Holmes.

When I was sixty-five, a man named Sherlock Holmes and I burried our son six feet underground. It was the saddest day of my life.

When I was seventy, I retired with a man named Sherlock Holmes. We moved out to the country and bought a nice little cottage.

When I was seventy-two, I met my grandson with a man named Sherlock Holmes.

a/n: disclaimer: i fucking know there isn't a cure to cancer. i was thirteen when i wrote this. just freaking calm down. it's just a fan fiction.

When I was seventy-nine, I watched my daughter discover a cure for cancer, in honor of her brother, with a man named Sherlock Holmes.

When I was eighty-two, I discovered a man named Sherlock Holmes had cancer.

When I was eighty-six, I took a man named Sherlock Holmes on a walk. His last walk.

When I was eight-eight, I watched a man named Sherlock Holmes die. Hearing his last words, that I'll never forget.

When I was ninety, I met my grandson and granddaughter and a new Sherlock Holmes was born.

When I was ninety-three, I was placed into a retirement home without a man named Sherlock Holmes.

When I was ninety-eight, I was burried next to a man named Sherlock Holmes. We met again, as teenagers and started life over again.

My love will never die for a man named Sherlock Holmes.

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