The Devil's Foot
Nov. 24th, 2011 03:25 amCanon Story: The Devil's Foot
Author:
flawedamythyst
Rating: PG
Pairing: Holmes/Watson-y.
A/N: Playing catch-up, finally. Of course, having waited this long, I've been unable to stick to just 60 words. You're getting one double one at 120 words, and then another 60 words.
“The sea air, sunshine, and patience, Watson--all else will come.”
Holmes was not persuaded to take a holiday by any words from me, but by the failure of his own faculties. I found him crouched on the sofa one morning, wrapped up in his dressing gown and looking distraught.
“I cannot think, Watson,” he said. “My brain is all fog.”
I put a hand on his shoulder. “You need a holiday,” I repeated for the hundredth time. “The sea air, sunshine, and patience, Holmes, then all else will come back.”
Hearing him repeat those words back to me a few weeks later, with an impish smile, was enough to tell me he was well on his way to recovery and fully capable of investigating the case.
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Perhaps, if you loved a woman, you would have done as much yourself.
I do not love a woman, but I love a man, and if anything as monstrous as what befell Brenda Tregannis had happened to Watson, the perpetrator would have suffered horribly for longer than five minutes. I let Sterndale go without reservation, knowing that the loss of his love would torture him far more than any court-ordered punishment ever would.
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Author:
Rating: PG
Pairing: Holmes/Watson-y.
A/N: Playing catch-up, finally. Of course, having waited this long, I've been unable to stick to just 60 words. You're getting one double one at 120 words, and then another 60 words.
“The sea air, sunshine, and patience, Watson--all else will come.”
Holmes was not persuaded to take a holiday by any words from me, but by the failure of his own faculties. I found him crouched on the sofa one morning, wrapped up in his dressing gown and looking distraught.
“I cannot think, Watson,” he said. “My brain is all fog.”
I put a hand on his shoulder. “You need a holiday,” I repeated for the hundredth time. “The sea air, sunshine, and patience, Holmes, then all else will come back.”
Hearing him repeat those words back to me a few weeks later, with an impish smile, was enough to tell me he was well on his way to recovery and fully capable of investigating the case.
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Perhaps, if you loved a woman, you would have done as much yourself.
I do not love a woman, but I love a man, and if anything as monstrous as what befell Brenda Tregannis had happened to Watson, the perpetrator would have suffered horribly for longer than five minutes. I let Sterndale go without reservation, knowing that the loss of his love would torture him far more than any court-ordered punishment ever would.
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