Author:
methylviolet10b
Rating: PG
Character(s): Sherlock Holmes, Doctor John Watson
Summary: Holmes experiences an unexpected moment of empathy with the criminals he catches.
Warnings: Spoilers for NORW.
Word Count: 60 for the regular, plus an extended-play version (150 words).
Author's Notes: 60 words of my own inspired by one of the canon stories.
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
NORW – Caught Out
“Holmes,” Watson greeted me after an afternoon out, a thunderous expression on his face. “I thought you said your grandmother’s maiden name was Vernet, not Verner.”
Caught utterly by surprise, I froze, thereby confirming my guilt. I dimly wondered if this is what criminals like Jonas Oldacre felt like, when I trapped them in the webs of their own lies.
Extended-play version (150 words):
Watson entered our sitting-room. A quick glance told me that it had rained while he was out, that he had visited his bank and the tobacconist, and that –
My observations came to a dead halt as I took in the myriad expressions on my friend’s face. For all I knew him, I could not name them, other than to know that they were momentous, indeed.
“Holmes,” he greeted me quietly.
“Watson,” I replied, pretending a casualness I did not feel. “I trust you had a pleasant afternoon?”
“Productive, at any rate. And informative.” He leveled his eyes at me. “I thought you said your grandmother’s maiden name was Vernet, not Verner.”
Caught unawares, I froze, thereby confirming my guilt. Past the sudden roaring in my ears, I dimly wondered if this is what criminals like Jonas Oldacre felt like, when I trapped them in the webs of their own lies.
Rating: PG
Character(s): Sherlock Holmes, Doctor John Watson
Summary: Holmes experiences an unexpected moment of empathy with the criminals he catches.
Warnings: Spoilers for NORW.
Word Count: 60 for the regular, plus an extended-play version (150 words).
Author's Notes: 60 words of my own inspired by one of the canon stories.
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
NORW – Caught Out
“Holmes,” Watson greeted me after an afternoon out, a thunderous expression on his face. “I thought you said your grandmother’s maiden name was Vernet, not Verner.”
Caught utterly by surprise, I froze, thereby confirming my guilt. I dimly wondered if this is what criminals like Jonas Oldacre felt like, when I trapped them in the webs of their own lies.
Extended-play version (150 words):
Watson entered our sitting-room. A quick glance told me that it had rained while he was out, that he had visited his bank and the tobacconist, and that –
My observations came to a dead halt as I took in the myriad expressions on my friend’s face. For all I knew him, I could not name them, other than to know that they were momentous, indeed.
“Holmes,” he greeted me quietly.
“Watson,” I replied, pretending a casualness I did not feel. “I trust you had a pleasant afternoon?”
“Productive, at any rate. And informative.” He leveled his eyes at me. “I thought you said your grandmother’s maiden name was Vernet, not Verner.”
Caught unawares, I froze, thereby confirming my guilt. Past the sudden roaring in my ears, I dimly wondered if this is what criminals like Jonas Oldacre felt like, when I trapped them in the webs of their own lies.
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Date: 2013-05-19 04:22 pm (UTC)When first we practice to deceive...
Interesting to see Holmes wrong-footed for once. Neatly done:-)
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