The Resident Patient: Old Habits
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sherlock60Canon Story: The Resident Patient
Title: Old Habits
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Rating: G
Author's Notes: At half-past seven next morning, in the first glimmer of daylight, I found him standing by my bedside in his dressing-gown.
Holmes burst into Watson’s bedroom.
“It wasn’t the manager!”
“Holmes, what the..?”
“Get up, my boy. The game is afoot!”
Abruptly, Holmes exited and Watson sighed. He turned to the figure stirring beside him.
“I must apologise for Holmes.”
“Well, he’s never staying here again,” said Mary, trying not to laugh. “Next time he can go home to Baker Street.”
Title: Old Habits
Author:
scfranklesRating: G
Author's Notes: At half-past seven next morning, in the first glimmer of daylight, I found him standing by my bedside in his dressing-gown.
Holmes burst into Watson’s bedroom.
“It wasn’t the manager!”
“Holmes, what the..?”
“Get up, my boy. The game is afoot!”
Abruptly, Holmes exited and Watson sighed. He turned to the figure stirring beside him.
“I must apologise for Holmes.”
“Well, he’s never staying here again,” said Mary, trying not to laugh. “Next time he can go home to Baker Street.”
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