HO HO MOTHERFUCKAS (this is emily)

"WE're here to fuck shit up. And by shit, we mean feelings and emotions." ((this is andrea or @drayizzle ))

We're starting a new tradition

Yearly Christmas collabs together

So Happy Christmas children

Enjoy

Two wild fangirls appear, on with the story 

"I thought Christmas movies were supposed to be happy? Why is this is not happy? WHY CAN THEY NOT JUST BE HAPPY?!" you sobbed, stuffing another handful of popcorn in your mouth.

"Because the whoever wrote this hates the world," commented Mary, wiping her nose and eyes with a tissue.

"On the bright side, it can't get any worse," said Molly, holding a pillow over her face in frustration.

"YEAH IT CAN'T GET ANY WORSE BECAUSE SHE'S DEAD. SHE'S DEAD AND LEFT HER CHILD ALONE WITH HER HUSBAND. CAN YOU IMAGINE? THAT WOULD BE TERRIBLE! THAT CHILD WOULD GROW UP MOTHERLESS AND THEN THE FATHER WOULDN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH HIM AND THEN HE WOULD BECOME DEPRESSED AND AND AND AND AND AND..."" You yelled, throwing pieces of popcorn at the rolling credits.

"Honey, is there something you need to tell us?"

"Uh, no," muttered (y/n), nervous to break the news.

"Well," said Mary, getting up from the couch, "who's ready for the next one?"

You and Molly both raised your hands, ready to brace the next wave of emotions; you only hoped they brought a lot more joy.

~

Meanwhile... In an airport 3,000 miles away... In Queens, New York...

"Is this the right gate?" asked John Watson.

"No John, I led us to the wrong one on purpose," replied a sarcastic Sherlock Holmes.

John scowled at him, "Alright girls calm down." Greg rolled his eyes, stepping inbetween them. The detective smirked at John, who shook his head, muttering something about him being childish.

"Move along, I have a sister and a girlfriend to get home too." Greg gave Sherlock a shove.

"(Your Name) is expecting me too." Sherlock retorted.

"My sister never did have a good choice in men." Greg pushed past him towards the plane, clearly annoyed and exhausted from the week long case in America that had not allotted for much sleep. Sherlock, of course, was fine. But the other two were the walking dead.

"Both of you, COME ON." John snapped, and the pair eventually boarded the plane.

"May I see your ticket?" asked the stewardess to Sherlock.

"No."

"Sir, I need to see your ticket so I can tell you where to sit."

"No."

"Sherlock," hissed John from behind him, nudging his head towards the lady.

"Sir, if you don't let me see your ticket I can't let you sit down." The large fake smile plastered on her face began to droop slightly.

"What? You think I'm using a counterfeit ticket and I'm going to hijack the plane or something?" he asked, smirking humorously.

"Sir-"

"You think I have a gun hidden somewhere on me? Well I don't, TSA patted me down good, a little too good if you know what I mean."

"Sir-"

"I can read a series of numbers and letters perfectly well -"

"SHERLOCK!" John and Greg both snapped.

Suddenly two large men appeared behind Sherlock, taking his arms. "Sir, please come with us."

"Another pat down? You guys disgust me. Just touch each other why don't you."

John and Greg followed after him, shaking their heads and giving each other grim looks.

"Can't we leave him?" John whispered, "Just get on the plane?"

"(Your name) would murder me." Greg sighed, watching as Sherlock continued to threaten the guards with an assault complaint.

"Well, how else do we get back? We're in America!" John buried his face in his hands, rubbing his eyes.

"We could always swim," suggested Greg half heartedly. John looked up, finally smiling for the first time in hours.

Finally the two oversized men released Sherlock, and John and Greg caught up to him in the whirl of people around them. "Good one consulting arsehole," grmubled Greg. "Now what?"

"Easy, we just take a cab to another airport."

"Sherlock the closest airport is 69 miles away, and in this traffic it will take us forever to get there. Why can't we just get on another flight?" The detective was quiet. "It bothers me that you're not answering," said John.

"Well, I uh, have, um, sort of been banned from all flights at this airport for the next 10 years."

There were audible groans, then the three men walked to the luggage port, bracing themselves for the next obstacle they would have to face.

"Jesus Christ this is perfect." exclaimed John. "Mary is waiting and I'm stuck here with this idiot."

"Molly told me if I had one more late night she'd put me in her dead body collection." Greg sighed.

Sherlock remained quiet, keeping his hands in his pockets. "Now you're quiet?! I'm sure my sister has threatened you somehow."

Sherlock didn't respond for a moment.

"Sherlock, things are okay with you two, aren't they?" John questioned.

Sherlock continued to remain silent and Greg narrowed his eyes, "Sherlock what did you do to my sister?"

"She's expecting." He said quietly.

Both of the other boys' eyes widened and John broke out into a large smile, hitting Sherlock on the shoulder. "Congratulations mate!"

Greg however, remained silent. He slowly came to stop, freezing. "You better put a ring on that finger or I will cut off all of yours. And I swear to the lord almighty, if you so much as look at another woman, I will-"

"Even Donovan?" Sherlock mused half heartedly.

"If I catch you looking at her I'll kick you in the balls so hard it will permanently end the reproduction of the Holmes bloodline."

"Okay." John stepped in between the two. Greg shot Sherlock one more warning look before following John outside. After minutes of failure and dozens of cuss words, they finally hailed a cab.

The car pulled up to the curb, "You boys climb in, y'all are lucky, it is Christmas Eve."

"Thanks." Greg ducked into the cab, the other two following. "Where ya off to?"

"The nearest aiport please." John asked politely.

"Alrighty." He pulled back into the street. "Y'all look like you're in a hurry, what's the rush?"

"Our women are waiting for us back at home," answered Greg.

"Mmm-mmm-mmm. I remember when I was young and in love." The three guys exchanged looks. Young? The cab driver glanced in the rearview mirror. "Well, you boys are young compared to me at least. Me and my wife Thelma Lou married when we were eighteen. Well, I was eighteen and she was sixteen.

"At sixteen I was solving my first case." Sherlock leaned forward, somewhat intrigued.

"Be quiet boy, I'm trynna tell a story here," said the old man, and Sherlock leaned back in seat with an annoyed look on his face. "Anywho, we married and my daddy gave me a piece of land. I built our house on it, and that's where we raised our six kids."

"SIX?!" Sherlock's eyes widened and his face became flushed.

"Are you okay?" asked John.

Sherlock swallowed nervously. "I can't even handle one! And they aren't even born yet!"

"Sherlock Calm down." John placed a hand on his shoulder, the detective's breathing sped up. Greg raised an eyebrow and the driver chuckled. "I was the same way, children are a big responsibility. You have to be calm, patient, loving..."

"So everything he isn't?" Greg mused and Sherlock whacked him in his large bicep and winced, rubbing his hand

"But in the end," sighed the old man, "they turn out to be the second best thing in your life, the first being your wife.

All the boys smiled softly, and they looked out the window to find they were at the second airport. "Well here you are. Now run along fellas, get back to your girls." They thanked him numerously, making sure to tip him, and dashed inside. But they were cut short again by a pair of screaming girls.

"OHMERGAWD ANDREA LOOK!" A brunette pointed in their direction, her green eyes flickering over Sherlock for a moment. Her hair was hanging in her face, dark makeup covering her eyes. Some name was scribbled on her t shirt in a very violent looking font, "It's Sherlock!"

"Even in another country." Greg shook his head and whispered in Sherlock's ear. "Remember what I said about other woma-'

He was cut off as the pair rushed over, a blonde settling her gaze on Greg. "Well if it isn't the infamous silver fox DI."

"Excuse me? How do you know who I am?" he asked, eyeing her awkwardly. Her eyes trailed down him and he absentmindedly shook it off.

"I think this is the first time I've been grateful I'm the forgotten one," laughed John.

"Oh John don't worry-"

"THAT'S ENOUGH OF THAT." The brunette gave her a shove, "This weirdo is my girlfriend Andrea, I'm Emily. We're both big fans of yours Mister Holmes." She beamed.

"Hi I'm Andrea," the blonde repeated, her features now starting to freeze up in nervousness.

Emily linked arms with her, "Sorry she's a little star struck."

Sherlock smirked, looking at the other two men who rolled their eyes. "We're trying to get home, do you know which flight?"

"London right?" Emily's eyes widened. "I swear I'm not a stalker."

"Yeah, just like we weren't traveling to London right now to see them," muttered Andrea. Emily whacked her in the chest, luckily the boys hadn't heard. "We are on our way to London, a bucket list kind of thing. We're famous authoresses, so we could afford our own." She smiled.

"Really? Thanks." Greg looked relieved.

"Sherlock please tell me we can trust them." John murmured.

"Of course we can."

"Deduce us," the two girls ordered at the same time, followed by giggles.

"If you get us on that plane with you, I will," remarked Sherlock. There was an outburst from the two girls, and they led the boys through a terminal and onto their plane. Once it was up in the air, they begged Sherlock for the deductions. Andrea sat beside Greg, with John on the other side, and Emily on her lap. Sherlock sat in front of everyone, "Deductions!" Emily ordered, smiling like an idiot.

"Who should I start with?"

"Me!" Both shouted at the same time and Greg winced.

"Alright, Andrea... You are more socially awkward than most teenagers, hence why-"

"We both are." Emily snorted.

"Don't interrupt," he ordered, and the two girls zipped their lips, trying not to laugh at his seriousness. "Hence why you and Emily get along so well, you build off of each other's' weird thoughts. You're both writers and athletes, yet at the same time completely lazy. Emily's not quite right in the head yet you keep her in check. I'm going to guess at least 3 disorders?"

Emily looked down at her hands in her lap. "But you struggle too. Constant family issues, which is why you consider Emily your true family."

Emily fiddled with her torn jeans, her cheeks burning red. "I didn't expect THAT much."

Sherlock crossed his arms looking proud, "It's what I do."

"That's the thing about love, you find the one person who can balance out all your flaws, whether it's impatience or self hate or having no filter." Emily rested her elbow on Andrea's head.

Sherlock looked down at his hands as thoughts of his own girl at home. (Y/n) was really all of what these people had been describing. She was the one that balanced him out, that loved him endlessly, and she was the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, even if that meant raising six children. He would do it all for her.

"WE NEED TO GET BACK RIGHT THIS INSTANT," yelled Sherlock suddenly.

"Well we still have about 3 hours," replied John. Eventually everyone on the plane fell asleep, thoughts of true love circling their dreams. Except for Sherlock, who sat wide awake in the late afternoon, All I Want For Christmas Is You playing over the speakers.

A/N

Your two favorite people, back together at last.

Sadly we couldn't be wifeys in the story (Em brought up the point that it's weird for a 14 year old and 18 year old to be married) so we settled for galfriends

I'm intelligent, I also showed her how to use copy and paste. I also had the idea ;) jk she contributed

Contributed to making googly eyes at Greg

As you can see I struggle with basic life skills lol

We shall be back with part 2 soon, so don't fret.

I don't think there's much more to say, this feels weird I usually have so many things to say

Omg same. I think we're just in shock from being back together finally.

ALSO WE CAME UP WITH THIS QUOTE:

"Two halves of an idiot make a complete idiot."

So we are one complete idiot together.

Yay

Ok well, I guess we'll see you in part 2

Love Y'all and Bye Bye for now