Student-era Holmes of the floppy hair!


and of the tidy hair


Sherlock, Mycroft, and Victor plotting their sekrit marriage plot


Holmes finds this plan cunning


Mycroft: I got a rock and all that, for the look of the thing. Sherlock: Hmm, lemme get my microscope. There was a fascinating case last year involving a diamond and a cuttlefish...


Victor: Seriously, thanks for going through with this whole marrying-my-boyfriend thing. Sherlock: It's OK, honestly. Just slip me a fiver for my grand escape and we'll call it quits.


Mycroft: Hurrah, now we shall be united in brotherhood by our blatant abuse of England's marriage laws!


Mycroft: Don't worry, Sherlock, I got you some forgery-tastic paperwork too! Sherlock: Hurrah, best big brother/brother's shag/husband ever!


Sham marriage time! Everyone smile! Sherlock: Oh god, there's something piercing my kidney!! This had better be worth it!


Because I'm addicted to making cute, threesome-type pictures of them.... 3-way honeymoon!


Holmes: OK, bored now. Next boat home?


I was going to kick young Sherlock out to find young Watson, but I haven't quite done it yet as the oddly brotherly polyamory situation in the Trevor household was sort of cute. I could not resist a fakeup of the three of them snuggling in bed.