The Final Problem: Ours
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Canon Story: The Final Problem
Title: Ours
Author:
azriona
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: Two thoughts, reading the story. One, that years after Watson has left Baker Street, Holmes still calls them “their” rooms. And two, the conversation about whether or not Watson would stay with Holmes or return to England must have been a fascinating one that probably took longer than 60 words. Or not. I’m not sure this 60 really conveys what I was trying to say, so I’m curious what you all read into it.
Watson’s voice is gentle. “You called them our rooms.”
“Yes. I suppose I did.”
“I left three years ago,” says Watson, “and you still…”
Holmes turns away, gruff and abrupt. “Your wife has surely returned from her holiday by now. If you wish to return—”
“I would follow you to the ends of the earth.”
Holmes breathes. “I know.”
Title: Ours
Author:
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Rating: PG
Author's Notes: Two thoughts, reading the story. One, that years after Watson has left Baker Street, Holmes still calls them “their” rooms. And two, the conversation about whether or not Watson would stay with Holmes or return to England must have been a fascinating one that probably took longer than 60 words. Or not. I’m not sure this 60 really conveys what I was trying to say, so I’m curious what you all read into it.
Watson’s voice is gentle. “You called them our rooms.”
“Yes. I suppose I did.”
“I left three years ago,” says Watson, “and you still…”
Holmes turns away, gruff and abrupt. “Your wife has surely returned from her holiday by now. If you wish to return—”
“I would follow you to the ends of the earth.”
Holmes breathes. “I know.”