Letter correspondence (Watson Q&A)

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These are the ones I've gotten so far:

1.

Dear Doctor J. Watson,
When did you first fall in love with Sherlock and how would you describe how much you love them? (Would you die for them?)

Signed, unknown.

My dear unknown,

I don’t know of what you speak! Unless, of course, you mean the fondest of familiar feelings, then I admit to them without blush. They are, after all, my closest companion.

There was a question, ah yes. When did I realise these... fond feelings? At the very start. I was immediately enraptured. All our favourite Sherlock is most impressive, as you know, and the first meeting did not disappoint. However, the deeper feelings came later; they grew slowly over many months. Then, a day came when I discovered that I could not live without them. Not ever.

And so, I would give up my life for theirs. Because I could not bear the thought of being without. Or were I to be the cause or exist knowing I could have done more for my dearest Sherlock—

It is unthinkable.
I hope I have eased your curiosity, dear reader.

Yours faithfully, J. Watson

2.

Dear Mrs Hudson,
Can Sherlock call you mom or grandma? Can you please adopt Sherlock? Could Sherlock please have lovely lunches with you eating pastries and drinking tea spent gossiping with you and petting fluffy

cats?

Dearest unknown,

I would like nothing more than for my darling little wards (as I like to call them when they are not around to hear it) to refer to me as such. But, you see, no matter how much I suggest or hint at things, I’m afraid no one listens to me in this house! And whenever I bring up the topic of family in this house, they are both so dreadfully skittish! Especially Sherlock—it really is the most frustrating thing. But do not worry, dear reader: one of these days, I shall triumph!

—And on the topic of lunches and afternoon tea,

No need to fret; it is simply that Watson always fails to include my exemplary lunches, dinners, and gatherings in their little stories! No one who knows me may accuse me of being a lacking hostess (which is why I am so upset the texts do not describe all that I do! I suffer quite harshly under these conditions. You understand me, do you not, dear reader? The chocolate and sugars I keep for Watson alone...) Well, I bear it as well as one could. And, when all is said and done, I do dearly enjoy both the stories and the company. I shall simply continue in reminding them.

It was lovely to hear from you, reader—I hope we shall speak again!

With the warmest regards, Mrs Hudson

3.

Dear Doctor J. Watson,

Purely hypothetically, how would you take it if the newest bird resident of the household was taught to attack intruders or enemies with some good old-fashioned bird training?

Also...and again this is totally hypothetical doctor, how upset would you be if the bird was brought along to the upcoming case by your partner Sherlock?

Signed, unknown.

My dear—

Is... is this you, Sherlock? This all rather sounds like you... I shall have to ask you when you return. But the answer is—that seems extremely dangerous, I am a doctor; I implore you, do not do this!

It will surely end up picking at the eyes of one of the telegraph messengers, which would be a terrible fate and something I am unlikely to be able to mend.

... Why. Why do you need the bird on the case, Sherlock?! I AM CONVINCED IT IS YOU NOW AND—why do you need it? Gods above. At best, it will be unsanitary. At worst... I don’t want to think about it. Chasing it about one street was enough; I can’t imagine chasing it over Greater London.

Also, birds are badly kept in pockets for long periods of time. Again, I implore you, do not!

Yours,
J. Watson