Disgracefully behind, yet again. FIVE: Beaten, G

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Having my arse whipped by housepainting, work and a head cold. Catching up soonest.

Canon StoryThe Five Orange Pips

Title: Beaten

Author: tweedisgood

"Beaten"

"...four times - three times by men, once by a woman."

Against my successes, feathers against lead: aye, perhaps. Yet each one weighs upon my mind waking and sleeping, goading me to rise to the next challenge. The next round of single combat against an adversary who is named Failure, who wears many masks but, underneath, the same face: my face.

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Canon Story: The Engineer's Thumb
Author: shouldboverthis
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Author's Notes: spacemutineer graciously said that I could post my missed stories!

As I watch his fingers waltz across the strings of his violin, handle dangerous beakers of chemicals with absolute precision, or run over the furniture and floors where crimes have been committed to find clues which no one else could find, I wonder if it would be enough for him to be ‘excellent company for the remainder of his days.’

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Canon Story: The Final Problem
Rating: G (one with referenced Holmes/Watson)
Warnings: None
Author's Note: So ended up writing three for this based on quotes from the story

“The very intimate relations which had existed between Holmes and myself became to some extent modified.”

When I decided to take Mary as my bride, I ceased my intimate relations with Holmes. Despite my continuing to accompany him on cases that required our close proximity, I remained faithful and he understood. Yet, when I had lost him, I mourned that I had not taken the opportunity to worship his well-loved body once more during our journey.

“I could continue to live in the quiet fashion which is most congenial to me. and to concentrate my attention upon my chemical researches.”

Despite the seriousness of our discussion, I had to suppress a guffaw when I heard Holmes say he would be content to live in a quiet fashion pursuing his studies. I sincerely believe that at that point, in the prime of his life, such existence, distant from the human puzzles of London, would have sent him mad within a week.

“But the man had hereditary tendencies of the most diabolical kind. A criminal strain ran in his blood, which, instead of being modified, was increased and rendered infinitely more dangerous by his extraordinary mental powers.”

I know little of Holmes’ parents or his family, but I truly believe that his lineage must have been blessed just as Moriarty sprang from a criminal strain. In his wisdom and goodness, he could not fail to inspire a belief in the better angels of our nature. He sought neither power nor wealth, but rather pursued truth and justice.

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Canon Story: The Five Orange Pips
Rating: G
Warnings: None

I only hope that as the Lone Star sank into the ocean, Captain Calhoun and his men suffered more terror and desperation than that they inflicted upon poor Openshaw and his innocent father. I would dearly like to dismiss the monstrosity of that organization as the wild nature of the Americans, but I fear they are not alone in cruelty.