A Bad Christmas Wish II
by Selene (scooby_doo1986 at hotmail.com)
"Hi, Beth, hi, Watson. What brings you two here?" Thomas
Lestrade asked after he had opened the door of his house.
"Itís not the two of us, itís the three of us," Lestrade
"Three?" Thomas asked.
"Yes. Holmes is here with us."
"Where? I donít see Sherlock. Only you, Watson..." He finally
noticed Holmes, who is still wearing his nightrobe. "...and this
Watson sighed. "Thomas... this little boy is Holmes," Watson
"He is? Youíre kidding me right?" Thomas laughed but stopped
when he noticed the familiar frown that Holmes gave him. Thomas
looked at him carefully. "Oh. My. God. I canít believe it," Thomas
"Thomas? Whoís at the door?" Thomasí wife, Kristen came to
the front door.
"Just Beth, Watson, and Sherlock," Thomas answered.
"Hello, Beth, Watson and... whereís Mr. Holmes?"
Lestrade pointed at Holmes.
"What? It canít be... but he looks so familiar...." Kristen
"Letís go in and Iíll explain everything," Lestrade said.
"So thatís whatís going on," Thomas said after he had heard
everything. Kristen came in the living room with a tray of coffee,
put it on the table, and sat beside Thomas. "So you need some
clothes, Sherlock? I do have a few left that Mother didnít throw
away... wait here." He left the living room and walked up the stairs.
"Yeah, right. Our mother didnít throw them away because
Thomas wouldnít let her." Lestrade said to Kristen.
A few minutes later, Thomas came back with a bundle of
clothes and a pair of white shoes and gave them to Holmes. "Try them
Holmes went to the changing room.. He came out later with a
blue shirt and black shorts. "It fits," Holmes said.
"So, where are we going now?" Watson asked.
"Home," Holmes replied, "Weíll meet back at my flat tonight
"How was your day, Holmes?" Lestrade asked as they were on
their way to the carnival in Holmesí hovercraft that night.
"Fine." Holmes grinned.
Watson looked at Lestrade tiredly and continued driving.
Holmes spent the whole day just like a boy. He made a mess at
lunchtime by leaving crumbs of food on the table and didnít bother
to clean it up, watched television for two hours, and made a big
mess in his bedroom with the basketball that Thomas had lent him, by
throwing it around. In the end, Watson had to clean up the mess.
"But one day is enough for me," Holmes said.
Watson parked the hovercraft near some flats. They got out of
the car and walked the rest of the way towards the carnival.
Lestrade and Watson walked faster than Holmes; they disappeared
around the corner and Lestrade gave a cry of alarm.
"Oh no!" Watson cried, and Holmes felt a chill run up his
spine. He jogged around the corner to catch up. When he did, he
couldnít believe what he was seeing.
"The Christmas carnival is gone!" he cried.
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