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Disclaimer: This is a work fiction, based on the Sherlock Holmes series by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

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I hereby present my first fanfic which actually has some sort of a plot, OH WOW!
It's very upbeat because I wanted to give a good friend of mine something Holmes/Watson to read that was NOT angst or gore.

Because love is love, no matter who you find it in!

Amen!

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UNFAMILIAR FEELING
or
GAYNESS, AND A HAPPY ENDING

As Sherlock Holmes and I were enjoying a late afternoon's tea in our living room, situated in Baker street, 221b, London, a quick knock on the door distracted us from our conversation, beginning the case in my notes that took the smallest amount of time to solve, namely: approximately one hour.

Mrs Hudson entered the room, followed by a well-dressed man in his late forties, who seemed to be extremely agitated and worried.

'Mr Holmes,' he began, and I noticed his hands were shaking, 'My name is Montgomery Alwyn. I believe I have a most interesting riddle for you.'
'And this riddle is worrying you beyond belief.'
'Yes, I am afraid it is.'
'Does it have anything to do with your beautiful daughter?'
The man stared at Holmes for a moment, who was hanging in his favourite chair, apparently the only one who was being completely calm about this whole situation.
'In fact, it does,' the man admitted, 'but I do not see how you might have known-'
'Why, it is too simple, really,' Holmes exclaimed, rising from his seat, winking at me. He pointed at several small stains on the man's left shoulder, with his pipe.

'This is powder that girls put on their faces to make their skin look perfect, usually on their cheeks to make them appear a bit redder so that they look prettier than before. Usually they do this before a ball, or when they go out to town. Since this powder is situated on your shoulder, I can assume that a girl has recently given you a hug, hereby putting her cheek on your shoulder. She is smaller than you are, sir, otherwise she would not have done this. I thought it was safe to assume that this girl was your daughter, and that she was dressed up for a special occasion. Now, tell me what your problem is that was so grave that it made you run to Baker Street.'

The man clenched his hands together in distress. 'She has disappeared, sir. This morning. She was in the house and all of a sudden, she was nowhere to be found. Some servants say they saw her running into the streets, in the direction of the park where she loves to take a walk, close to the factories. So, of course, me and a group of servants went there and investigated, but she was not to be found.' He sighed deeply, obviously in doubt of what he had to do. 'And all of this happened at such an important day. I had to tell all the guests what happened and had to send them home, of course, a terrible disappointment for all of them, since they had shown up to meet her...'

'Was it her birthday, sir?' Holmes asked, his eyes a bit more awake than they had been before.
'No, it was not. You see, my daughter Rhiannon turns twenty-three next week, and we believed it would be nice for her to find herself a good boy that she might marry one day. I thought I would surprise her and had invited a couple of good young lads over for tea. Nothing serious, just for a chat, so she could see if she liked anyone who she could then arrange a second meeting with. Our family knows their families, so there was nothing for her to be afraid of. We had told her about our plans and she seemed to approve of it. As you have immediately seen, Mr Holmes, she even dressed up for the occasion. Normally, she enjoys the company of young men. Thus I was unpleasantly surprised and had no idea what had gotten into her when she-'
'Suddenly started to weep when she noticed the group of men standing in your hallway and ran away?' Holmes interrupted, a twinkle in his eyes.
'Well, exactly. At first my wife and I thought of a panic attack, since my wife's old mom was haunted by such attacks. We have been told she often ran away, broke valuable things, cried and screamed, until she calmed down at last. The times when she hurt herself during such attacks were frequent. As you might imagine, my wife was very worried that our daughter might do something foolish in her panic, like jump from a bridge or anything...'
'Did she take any money with her?' Holmes asked.
'She was carrying a small purse at the time. She might have,' sir Alwyn answered.

'Dear Mr Alwyn,' Holmes said after a short silence, 'your daughter is very, very fond of you. She would do anything in her powers to please you, but today, it was all too much for her.'
'Do you know where she is?' the man asked eagerly.
'Not exactly where, Mr Alwyn, but I can say that she is with a girl. A girl who lives in the poor district right next to the park where she liked to go. I believe you know where it is.'
'Well, yes, I do, but I do not see why she would be there!'
'Then I believe we must find her, to hear her story in her own words, Mr Alwyn. Come on, Watson, let's take a carriage there, shall we?'

It did not take us long to find the poor girl Rhiannon. When we reached the docks, it was fairly easy to spot a girl that clearly did not belong there, in the beautiful red dress she was wearing, now, unfortunately, stained with dirt from the roads and coal that was, apparently, from the other girl's hands. Sherlock hopped out of the carriage, and his eyes caught hers. Her father wanted to follow him, but I put my hand to his chest to stop him. He was a couple of yards away from us, but it was clear that the first thing he did after introducing himself as Sherlock Holmes, private detective, was look in her purse to see if it was really Rhiannon. He found a handkerchief with the initials R.A. on them and waved them in our direction with a big grin on his face. I sighed.
'Why did he not simply ask me whether it was her?' Mr Alwyn said.
'He likes showing off, that's why,' I told him.

'Rhiannon,' he said, clearly audible from the carriage, 'Your father is looking for you.'
The poor girl's eyes filled with tears. 'But I cannot do it,' she cried. 'I cannot marry them. I tried, believe me I tried, but when I saw them all I could think of was me wedding one of them, me being stuck with one of them for the rest of my life...'
'Dear girl, please calm down. He will not make you marry anyone. All he wanted was for you to be happy.'
'What do you know, anyway?' the other girl yelled, a shabby, dirty, but beautiful creature, probably from a beggar's family. 'He's probably sent by your dad, to fetch you!'
'Yes, I am,' Sherlock admitted. 'But I am sure he would be delighted to meet you.'
'Hmpf...Alright then,' she grumbled.

Holmes went back to the carriage and Rhiannon's father and I jumped out.
'This,' he enthusiastically exclaimed, gesturing at the poor girl standing next to the beautiful Rhiannon, 'is your daughter's best friend in the world. Since she was not at all ready to marry anyone, but did not want to hurt your feelings, she agreed to your plans, but broke down at the last moment. I knew the first person a girl would run to in such a situation would be her best friend. You told me your daughter ran off towards the poor district's park. This would be where she had met her, as she works in one of the factories close by. Aren't you?'
The girl nodded. 'I am, sir.'
'But,' Sherlock continued, 'as she needed some time for herself, and did not want to be found right away, they decided to seek a hideout somewhere else. The docks are the closest by and they knew you would not look for her in a place like that, so I thought it would be a good spot for her situation.'
'My, this is remarkable!' the father said, and went over to the girl to hold her. 'And what is the name of my daughter's trusted companion?' he asked the shabby girl.
'M'name's Sally, sir,' she said.
'As you are so important to my dear daughter, Sally, you are most welcome in our home. Thank you for taking care of her in her distress. We should not have made her feel like we forced her into anything against her will.'
He turned to Rhiannon. 'I am so very sorry, Rhiannon.'
The girl smiled through her tears. 'It's alright, dad.' She then cast a look at Holmes. 'Thank you,' she said. 'I could not have explained it all as clearly as you.'

We decided to walk our way home and offered the carriage to the father, his daughter and her friend. As they sped off, Holmes stood watching them for a while.
I looked at Holmes. He smiled at me, delighted at the justness of his assumptions. I complimented him, and his smile became bigger. 'Thank you, my dear doctor.'
He slid his arm in mine and we made our way back home.

As we were back in our own neighbourhood, Holmes suddenly turned our conversation back to Rhiannon and her dad, where we had been talking of things completely different before.

'I must admit to you, Watson, that I have lied to the dear girl's father.'
Not believing his words, I looked at him. 'But Holmes!' I exclaimed. 'What was the reason behind that? He seemed a respectable man to me.'
'Oh, he most certainly is. That was not the problem. But see, there are things that he could not have understood. That girl with the coal on her hands,' he said in a smaller voice, 'was not Rhiannon's friend. I made that up as to make it easier for her. And as you have seen, it worked perfectly. Her father even invited her into his own home. If he had known the true intentions of his daughter, she would never have seen Sally again.'
'If she was not her friend, then what was she?'
'Rhiannon was in love with her. And she with Rhiannon.'

I thought everything over in my mind. The drama in the hallway, when she had seen the boys waiting for her. The stains on her dress. Rhiannon insisting that she could never marry one of the young men. It made sense, I had to admit.

'But how did you find that out?' I wanted to know as I unlocked our front door. We walked upstairs and took off our coats. Then, as we were standing in our living room, Holmes took a deep breath and started with the real story.

'At first, I thought she had ran off to a boy she was in love with. But then I realized how kind her father really was. Had she loved a poor man, he would have accepted it just the same. A younger or an older man? Just the same. A criminal? Rhiannon was a smart girl, I guessed, and had had a good education from her father, so she would never be stupid enough to run off with one of them.

'Then, it dawned on me there was only one type of person that he would never allow her to be in love with, and that is a girl. What would she have done? My guess was she had grabbed all the money she could find and had ran like a madman to the place she had met her, as she did. Then, panicked as she was, just like her grandmother, she probably decided to go all the way, wanting to take a ship and sail off to the continent. So she had to be at the docks with her beloved Sally. And since I had read in the paper this morning that the ship to France was in repairs today, I knew that they would be stuck there. So they had to still be there.

'I investigated her purse; not to check if it was really her, I had seen from her father's reaction that she was; but to see if she had put money in there. And she had. She had crammed every penny she had in her purse. It was unbelievable that she had not yet been stolen from.'

I stared at out of the window, hardly able to grasp the story, but knowing that it had to be true. I had heard of girls loving girls before, and how they had often been unhappily married their whole life. By making Rhiannon's father believe that Sally was just a friend of hers, Holmes had saved them from unhappy lives. Mr Alwyn would trust Sally, and perhaps they would find themselves lodgings together one day. It would be difficult to live such a life, but if they really cared for each other, they would be able to pull through.

I looked at my companion, who seemed to be confused. 'I knew it was the case, but I still don't quite get it,' he said. 'She could have had a great, honest life, a rich man, a comfortable home. Why would she choose to live with Sally? There was absolutely no gain in that! I do not think I will ever understand women. I was lucky I was able to solve this.'
'She did it because she loved her, Holmes,' I said quietly. 'Have you seen the looks on their faces?'
'And maybe she did. But still. She betrayed her father, her mother, the young men waiting for her. All just to be with a shabby poor girl from the suburbs. What feeling could have been so powerful to her, to do this? It is simply not logical.'
'Love never is.'
'Watson,' he said, looking up to me, 'if I fail to understand these feelings, I might fail to solve another case like this one. I have studied so many areas of science, but I have not had a chance to study this. How will I ever understand?' The look on his face was frustrated indeed.

‘My dearest Holmes,’ I said. ‘Allow me to show you.’
He looked at me, clearly clueless. ‘But how?’

One step was enough to cross the distance between us. I took his hat off his head, put one arm around his neck and put my lips to his. He seemed shocked at first, but sooner than I had expected, he wrapped his arms around my waist and closed his eyes. I hinted at him to open his mouth with my tongue, and he did. He held me tighter in an attempt of getting closer to me, and I noticed his kiss becoming increasingly passionate. After a few minutes, I stopped, leaving him gasping in my arms. He was unable to say anything. I stroked his hair until he calmed down.

'The stains of coal... were situated... on the same places on her dress as the ones where your hands were...' he mumbled. He then looked up to me.

'I understand,' he whispered. 'You forget everything.' He seemed completely overwhelmed, so I held him close. He held on to the collar of my jacket as if it was a ledge he could fall off.

'You forget everything,' he whispered.

Wednesday the 13th of January, 2010
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