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Canon Story: The Blue Carbuncle
Title: Red
Author:
spacemutineer
Rating: PG-13
Author's Note: A bit both silly and violent, but I couldn't resist.
The trail of red gore left in the wake of glistening blue was long. The first to fall was the stone's discoverer himself, ambushed as he slept with his find tucked under his pillow. His murderer met a face full of acid, and her ruin was hardly the last or most gruesome.
One victim of the carbuncle was even eaten.
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Canon Story: The Valley of Fear, Chapters 1-7
Title: Renowned
Author:
spacemutineer
Rating: PG
Author's Note: I think Douglas was a fan! Love that.
"You're a smoker yourself, if I remember right," said Douglas, gesturing his cigar at me.
Paired with his interest in my "historian" companion, it was obvious: the man read Watson's stories. He had read our lives, and enjoyed them. I knew his secret, but Douglas knew us.
I felt oddly disadvantaged, unnaturally exposed. The renowned historian, however, seemed quite pleased.
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Canon Story: The Valley of Fear, Chapter 8-Epilogue
Title: Time
Author:
spacemutineer
Rating: PG
Author's Note: Faced with Moriarty's work here, Holmes knows he is in for the long haul. It's longer than he could ever have imagined then.
"Do not tell me that we have to sit down under this? Do you say that no one can ever get level with this king devil?"
"No, I don't say that," said Holmes, and his eyes seemed to be looking far into the future. "I don't say that he can't be beat. But you must give me time—you must give me time!"
He'd underestimated, even then. It would be two interminable years before the spider was finally crushed. Forever it seemed, but the three years that followed as he unravelled Moriarty's web were far longer.
Only one thread remained. Impatience made Holmes' false nose itch. His stack of books grew heavier.
He stepped to the doctor's threshold. At last, it was time.
Canon Story: The Blue Carbuncle
Title: Red
Author:
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Rating: PG-13
Author's Note: A bit both silly and violent, but I couldn't resist.
The trail of red gore left in the wake of glistening blue was long. The first to fall was the stone's discoverer himself, ambushed as he slept with his find tucked under his pillow. His murderer met a face full of acid, and her ruin was hardly the last or most gruesome.
One victim of the carbuncle was even eaten.
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Canon Story: The Valley of Fear, Chapters 1-7
Title: Renowned
Author:
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
Rating: PG
Author's Note: I think Douglas was a fan! Love that.
"You're a smoker yourself, if I remember right," said Douglas, gesturing his cigar at me.
Paired with his interest in my "historian" companion, it was obvious: the man read Watson's stories. He had read our lives, and enjoyed them. I knew his secret, but Douglas knew us.
I felt oddly disadvantaged, unnaturally exposed. The renowned historian, however, seemed quite pleased.
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Canon Story: The Valley of Fear, Chapter 8-Epilogue
Title: Time
Author:
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
Rating: PG
Author's Note: Faced with Moriarty's work here, Holmes knows he is in for the long haul. It's longer than he could ever have imagined then.
"Do not tell me that we have to sit down under this? Do you say that no one can ever get level with this king devil?"
"No, I don't say that," said Holmes, and his eyes seemed to be looking far into the future. "I don't say that he can't be beat. But you must give me time—you must give me time!"
He'd underestimated, even then. It would be two interminable years before the spider was finally crushed. Forever it seemed, but the three years that followed as he unravelled Moriarty's web were far longer.
Only one thread remained. Impatience made Holmes' false nose itch. His stack of books grew heavier.
He stepped to the doctor's threshold. At last, it was time.