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I'm not a natural romantic, but something about all the Valentine's Day fic I've seen produced by my friends made me want to join in a bit. I thought I could write up a few hundred words of Mummy Holmes remembering a Valentine's Day traditions with her young sons. Three days later, I had 2,700 words of Mummy Holmes sharing tea with Anthea, making deductions, and working out the truth post-Reichenbach. Rounded out by childhood memories and generally Mummy Holmes being the awesome woman she would have to be, to accomplish everything she did both in the domestic and professional spheres.

I do believe I left my short!fic muse in the Shire, but as long as the 221B voices keep yammering away in my head, I'm not complaining.

Title: Hearth-Fires
Length: 2,708 + Notes
Rating: General; no warnings
Beta: kayleelupin, lindahoyland

Summary: John spent two years believing Sherlock Holmes was really and truly dead. It's entirely possible not everyone was so easily fooled. (ft. Mummy Holmes and Anthea)

Read at AO3

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lindahoyland
Feb. 17th, 2014 03:22 pm (UTC)
I enjoyed this. I see now where Sherlock gets his powers of deduction from!
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