Possibly, I'm Insane

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Sherlock came down with a case of hiccups on Christmas Eve.

“Conveniently timed to avoid going to church with me,” John remarked.

“That’s not—what’s happening—anyway—I will find—a scientific way—to destroy these.”

“Don’t sound so violent about it,” John said fondly, and kissed the top of his head as he left.

Sherlock hiccupped.

His mother unhelpfully said, “It’s probably nerves, you know.”

Sherlock glared at her. “Nerves over what?”

“Over the fact that you ought to be proposing to John,” she replied simply.

“I will conquer these with science,” Sherlock vowed. And then hiccupped. Bloody hell.