Canon Story: The Missing Three-Quarter
Title: Grief
Author:
trillsabells
Rating: G
Bring me the greatest mysteries, the most tangled knots of human behaviour, and I will decipher them for you. But grief is something I simply do not understand. There were no words I could offer Godfrey Staunton. No explanation worthy of his notice. No task with which to distract him. I had solved the puzzle but this was beyond me.
Canon Story: The Abbey Grange
Title: Distraction
Author:
trillsabells
Rating: G
“Honestly, Watson,” said Holmes, shaking his head as he read, “Why must you over-sentimentalise so?”
“And how is your textbook coming along, Holmes?”
“Excellently,” he said. “But of course as there will never be another like it I find my time filled with research and old papers. Such as this one. Have I ever told you about the Matilda Briggs?”
Canon Story: The Devil’s Foot
Title: Never
Author:
trillsabells
Rating: PG
I have never loved, he wrote. As if he had not kissed me on the grass with all the fierceness of a life pulled from the brink and I had not returned it with equal ferocity and a complete lack of care for who may be watching. I have never loved a woman. But I do so know my Watson.
Title: Grief
Author:
Rating: G
Bring me the greatest mysteries, the most tangled knots of human behaviour, and I will decipher them for you. But grief is something I simply do not understand. There were no words I could offer Godfrey Staunton. No explanation worthy of his notice. No task with which to distract him. I had solved the puzzle but this was beyond me.
Canon Story: The Abbey Grange
Title: Distraction
Author:
Rating: G
“Honestly, Watson,” said Holmes, shaking his head as he read, “Why must you over-sentimentalise so?”
“And how is your textbook coming along, Holmes?”
“Excellently,” he said. “But of course as there will never be another like it I find my time filled with research and old papers. Such as this one. Have I ever told you about the Matilda Briggs?”
Canon Story: The Devil’s Foot
Title: Never
Author:
Rating: PG
I have never loved, he wrote. As if he had not kissed me on the grass with all the fierceness of a life pulled from the brink and I had not returned it with equal ferocity and a complete lack of care for who may be watching. I have never loved a woman. But I do so know my Watson.