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darnedchildSummary: A series of 200 word drabbles for the 2017 12 Days of Sherlolly.
Rating: G
A/N - Day Ten – (“Photographs” submitted by Anonymous)
12 Days of Sherlolly Drabbles
Facing a Ghost
“Are you sure?” Violet Holmes cradled the worn scrapbook to her chest.
Sherlock looked to Molly and she nodded. She reached for his hand as Violet set the book down on the kitchen table. Despite what she’d told Sherlock when he’d asked her to come along on his Boxing Day visit to his parents, she wasn’t absolutely certain she was quite ready to have the faceless spectre of Eurus Holmes humanized with childhood stories and photos.
The tight crush of Sherlock’s fingers around hers told her that Sherlock was experiencing the same unspoken doubts.
“These are all that survived the fire. And then, with everything, Rudy said it would be best to hide them away,” Violet already sounded defensive.
Sherlock put his free hand over his mothers. “You don’t have to hide her anymore.”
Violet opened the book and flipped to the middle.
Three young faces looked back at Molly.
Mycroft was virtually unrecognizable except for the protective way he stood over his siblings as they played in the leaves.
The girl was pretty, but her eyes were cold.
Only Sherlock was familiar, with his wild curls and shy, impish smile.
He squeezed her hand again, then turned the page.
Rating: G
A/N - Day Ten – (“Photographs” submitted by Anonymous)
12 Days of Sherlolly Drabbles
Facing a Ghost
“Are you sure?” Violet Holmes cradled the worn scrapbook to her chest.
Sherlock looked to Molly and she nodded. She reached for his hand as Violet set the book down on the kitchen table. Despite what she’d told Sherlock when he’d asked her to come along on his Boxing Day visit to his parents, she wasn’t absolutely certain she was quite ready to have the faceless spectre of Eurus Holmes humanized with childhood stories and photos.
The tight crush of Sherlock’s fingers around hers told her that Sherlock was experiencing the same unspoken doubts.
“These are all that survived the fire. And then, with everything, Rudy said it would be best to hide them away,” Violet already sounded defensive.
Sherlock put his free hand over his mothers. “You don’t have to hide her anymore.”
Violet opened the book and flipped to the middle.
Three young faces looked back at Molly.
Mycroft was virtually unrecognizable except for the protective way he stood over his siblings as they played in the leaves.
The girl was pretty, but her eyes were cold.
Only Sherlock was familiar, with his wild curls and shy, impish smile.
He squeezed her hand again, then turned the page.