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Sherlock of Green Gables
Chapter 8 - Sherlock’s Apology
“Greg Lestrade, I’m astonished at you. You know that Sherlock’s behaviour was dreadful, and yet you take his part! I suppose you’ll be saying next thing that he oughtn’t to be punished at all!”
“Well, no — not exactly,” said Greg uneasily. “I know he ought to be punished a little. But don’t be too hard on him, Mycroft. Remember, he hasn’t ever had anyone to teach him right. You’re — you’re going to give him something to eat, aren’t you?”
“When did you ever hear of me starving people into good behaviour?” demanded Mycroft indignantly.
“I seem to recall you refusing to allow me to put a certain something in my mouth, the last time you were cross with me,” Greg teased.
“Hush! The boy might hear you! How can you talk so, when there’s a child in the house?”
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Mycroft Holmes and Greg Lestrade, confirmed bachelors who have recently moved to Avonlea, decide to adopt an orphan girl to help with the housework, rather than hiring someone local, who might be tempted to carry tales back to the village about how many beds were — or were not — slept in. However, the hand of fate steps in to deliver them a boy, instead. Since Sherlock could just as easily be a girl’s name, they decide to keep the child, and pass him off as a girl. Little do they know just how much trouble — and joy — Sherlock will bring into their lives.
Chapter 7 - Sally Donovan is Properly Horrified
Sherlock came running in presently, his face sparkling with the delight of his orchard rovings; but, abashed at finding himself in the unexpected presence of a stranger, he halted confusedly inside the door. He certainly was an odd-looking little creature in the new dress Greg had bought him, below which his thin legs seemed ungracefully long. The wind had ruffled his hatless hair into over-brilliant disorder; it had never looked wilder than at that moment.
“Well, they didn’t pick you for your looks, that’s sure and certain,” was Sally Donovan’s emphatic comment.
Sally was one of those delightful and popular people who pride themselves on speaking their mind without fear or favour.
“She’s terribly skinny and homely, Mycroft. Come here, child, and let me have a look at you. Lawful heart, did anyone ever see such wild, unruly curly hair!”
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Mycroft Holmes and Greg Lestrade, confirmed bachelors who have recently moved to Avonlea, decide to adopt an orphan girl to help with the housework, rather than hiring someone local, who might be tempted to carry tales back to the village about how many beds were — or were not — slept in. However, the hand of fate steps in to deliver them a boy, instead. Since Sherlock could just as easily be a girl’s name, they decide to keep the child, and pass him off as a girl. Little do they know just how much trouble — and joy — Sherlock will bring into their lives.
Chapter 6 - Sherlock’s Bringing-Up is Begun
“I’d love to call you Uncle Mycroft,” said Sherlock wistfully. “I’ve never had an uncle or any relation at all — not even a grandmother. It would make me feel as if I really belonged to you. Can’t I call you Uncle Mycroft?”
“No. I’m not your uncle and I don’t believe in calling people names that don’t belong to them.”
“But we could imagine you were my uncle.”
“I couldn’t,” said Mycroft grimly.
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Sherlock of Green Gables
Chapter 4: Sherlock is Surprised — and Surprising
“Sherlock is a girl’s name!”
“What fresh nonsense is this?” demanded Mycroft.
“Sherlock is a girl’s name,” the child insisted. “I’m sure you’ve never heard of a boy called Sherlock.”
“I’m sure I’ve never heard of anyone called Sherlock.”
“Well, see, there you have it. Sherlock could just as easily be a girl’s name as a boy’s.”
“Itcould,” allowed Mycroft. “But in this case it isn’t.”
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Sherlock of Green Gables
Chapter 3 - Mycroft Holmes is Surprised
“Greg Lestrade, I believe that child has bewitched you! I can see as plain as plain that you want to keep him.”
“Well, he’s an interesting little thing,” persisted Greg. “You should have heard him talk coming from the station.”
“Oh, he can talk fast enough. I noticed that at once. It’s nothing in his favour, though. I don’t like children who have so much to say. I don’t want a boy, and if I did he isn’t the style I’d pick out. There’s something odd about him. No, he’s got to be dispatched straightaway back to where he came from, and exchanged for a girl.”
“We could hire a girl from the village to help with the housework.”
“We’ve discussed this, Greg. We cannot afford to have some local girl carrying tales back to the village about how many beds have — or have not — been slept in. That last one we hired was too inquisitive by half. No, an orphan girl is what we need. Someone who is completely dependent on us, and so won’t talk out of turn. Someone with no connections on the island, so even if she does venture to say anything, there will be no one to pay her any heed.”
“It’s just as you say, of course, Mycroft,” said Greg rising. “I’m going to bed.”
To bed went Greg. And to bed Mycroft followed him, frowning most resolutely.
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Coming Soon: Mycroft Holmes is Surprised
“Will you please call me Sherlock?”
“Call you Sherlock?” repeated Mycroft. “Is that your name?”
“It’sone of my names.”
“What is your full name?”
“William Sherlock Scott,” reluctantly faltered forth the owner of that name. “But — oh, please do call me Sherlock. It can’t matter much to you what you call me, if I’m only going to be here a little while, can it? And William is such a boring name.”
“Nonsense!” said the unsympathetic Mycroft. “William is a good, plain, sensible name. You’ve no need to be ashamed of it.”
“Oh, I’m not ashamed of it,” explained Sherlock, “only I like Sherlock better. And it is my real name, only it comes in the middle. Please call me Sherlock.”
You can read Sherlock of Green Gables — chapter 1: Sally Donovan is Surprised and chapter 2: Greg Lestrade is Surprised — on AO3.
Sherlock of Green Gables
Chapter 22 - Vanity and Vexation of Spirit
“Sherlock has no business to leave the house like this when I told him he was to stay home this afternoon and look after things. I must say, with all his faults, I never found him disobedient or untrustworthy before and I’m very sorry to find him so now.”
“Well,” said Greg, who, being patient and wise and, above all, hungry, had deemed it best to let Mycroft talk his wrath out unhindered, having learned by experience that he got through with whatever work was on hand much quicker if not delayed by untimely argument. “Perhaps you’re judging him too hastily, Mycroft. Don’t call him untrustworthy until you’re sure he has disobeyed you. Maybe it can all be explained — Sherlock’s a great hand at explaining.”
“He’s not here when I told him to stay,” retorted Mycroft. “He’ll find it hard to explain that to my satisfaction. Of course, I knew you’d take his part, Greg. But remember, I’m in charge of bringing him up, not you.”
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Sherlock of Green Gables
Chapter 19 - Sherlock Comes to Grief in an Affair of Honour
Mycroft was out in the orchard picking a panful of summer apples when he saw Mr. Hooper coming over the log bridge and up the slope, with Mrs. Hooper beside him and a whole procession of children trailing after him. In his arms he carried Sherlock, whose head lay limply against his shoulder.
At that moment, Mycroft had a revelation. In the sudden stab of fear that pierced his very heart, he realised what Sherlock had come to mean to him. He would have admitted that he liked Sherlock — nay, that he was very fond of Sherlock. But now Mycroft knew, as he hurried wildly down the slope, that Sherlock was dearer to him than anything else on earth, save Greg himself.
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Sherlock of Green Gables
Chapter 18 - An Unexpected Kindred Spirit
Aunt Martha, thin, prim, and rigid, was knitting fiercely by the fire, her wrath quite unappeased and her eyes snapping through her gold-rimmed glasses. She wheeled around in her chair, expecting to see Molly, and beheld a white-faced child whose great eyes were brimmed up with a mixture of desperate courage and shrinking terror.
“Who are you?” she demanded, without ceremony.
“I’m Sherlock of Green Gables,” said the small visitor tremulously, clasping his hands with his characteristic gesture, “and I’ve come to confess, if you please.”
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Oops! Forgot to reblog this last Sunday. Here it is, a week late - to be followed immediately by the next chapter. :)
Mycroft Holmes and Greg Lestrade, confirmed bachelors who have recently moved to Avonlea, decide to adopt an orphan girl to help with the housework, rather than hiring someone local, who might be tempted to carry tales back to the village about how many beds were — or were not — slept in. However, the hand of fate steps in to deliver them a boy, instead. Since Sherlock could just as easily be a girl’s name, they decide to keep the child, and pass him off as a girl. Little do they know just how much trouble — and joy — Sherlock will bring into their lives.
Chapter 17 - Something Inappropriate
“My opinion is that you ought to let Sherlock go,” said Greg.
“Impossible,” retorted Mycroft. “We can’t allow him to sleep in a bed with a girl!”
“They’re just children. I’m sure Sherlock would never dream of doing anything inappropriate.”
“He’s done something inappropriate every single day since he arrived at Green Gables.”
“You know what I mean.”
“I do,” conceded Mycroft. “And I agree with you, as far as that goes. But still, Greg, it’s too much of a risk. What if Molly — or, God forbid, Mrs. Hooper — discovers he’s a boy?”
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Sherlock of Green Gables
Chapter 16 - Sherlock to the Rescue
“Mrs. Donovan says Canada is going to the dogs,” said Sherlock. “She says if women were allowed to vote we would soon see a blessed change. Is that true, Greg?”
“It might be. Women can be pretty clever.”
“Did you ever court a woman, Greg?”
“Well… no, I never did,” said Greg, who had certainly never thought of such a thing in his whole existence.
Sherlock reflected with his chin in his hands.
“Courting must be rather interesting, don’t you think, Greg? Irene Adler says when she grows up she’s going to have ever so many beaus on the string and have them all crazy about her; but I think that would be too exciting. I’d rather have just one in his right mind.”
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Sherlock of Green Gables
Chapter 12 - An Unforgivable Insult
Molly whispered to Sherlock, “That’s John Watson sitting right across the aisle from you, Sherlock. Just look at him and see if you don’t think he’s handsome.”
Sherlock looked accordingly. He had a good chance to do so, for the said John Watson was absorbed in stealthily pinning the long braid of Janine Hawkins, who sat in front of him, to the back of her seat. Presently Janine started up to take a sum to the master; she fell back into her seat with a little shriek, believing that her hair was pulled out by the roots. Everybody looked at her, and Mr. Anderson glared so sternly that Janine began to cry. John had whisked the pin out of sight and was studying his history with the soberest face in the world; but when the commotion subsided he looked at Sherlock and winked with inexpressible drollery.
“I think John Watson is handsome,” confided Sherlock to Molly, “but I think he’s very bold. It isn’t good manners to wink at a stranger.”
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