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sherlock60Canon story: The Norwood Builder
Title: Inanition
Author: Rebecca (wild_huntress or always_1895)
Rating: G
Author’s note: I’m actually adapting this from a longer h/c ficlet I started ages ago - I just love the thought of Watson taking care of Holmes when the latter puts his work way before common sense or his own well-being, like with that whole “can’t eat as it’s distracting” thing.
“Holmes, let me see that -”
“In a moment.” He strode forward, that fierce yet distant look on his white face. “There are still some points which - some...”
In a moment he had collapsed to the floor. Miss Trehearne gasped, but I quickly eased Holmes onto the settee. At last I could help him without him pacing away again.
Canon story: The Norwood Builder
Title: Remonstrances
Author: Rebecca (wild_huntress or always_1895)
Rating: G
Author’s note: I suspect Watson was a serious pushover in arguments, which is why he offers so little resistance even when Holmes’s ideas are kind of bad, like this one. (And I had meant for the two drabbles to be completely independent, yet you could definitely connect them as both spring from the same throwaway line.)
“Holmes, that theory makes no sense -”
“I must disagree. I have been putting this ‘nonsensical’ theory into practice for years, with no ill effects.”
“No ill effects? You actually fainted yesterday. Of the two of us, I studied medicine -”
The first few notes of a violin concerto announced that this debate had reached an untimely end. I sighed.
Title: Inanition
Author: Rebecca (wild_huntress or always_1895)
Rating: G
Author’s note: I’m actually adapting this from a longer h/c ficlet I started ages ago - I just love the thought of Watson taking care of Holmes when the latter puts his work way before common sense or his own well-being, like with that whole “can’t eat as it’s distracting” thing.
“Holmes, let me see that -”
“In a moment.” He strode forward, that fierce yet distant look on his white face. “There are still some points which - some...”
In a moment he had collapsed to the floor. Miss Trehearne gasped, but I quickly eased Holmes onto the settee. At last I could help him without him pacing away again.
Canon story: The Norwood Builder
Title: Remonstrances
Author: Rebecca (wild_huntress or always_1895)
Rating: G
Author’s note: I suspect Watson was a serious pushover in arguments, which is why he offers so little resistance even when Holmes’s ideas are kind of bad, like this one. (And I had meant for the two drabbles to be completely independent, yet you could definitely connect them as both spring from the same throwaway line.)
“Holmes, that theory makes no sense -”
“I must disagree. I have been putting this ‘nonsensical’ theory into practice for years, with no ill effects.”
“No ill effects? You actually fainted yesterday. Of the two of us, I studied medicine -”
The first few notes of a violin concerto announced that this debate had reached an untimely end. I sighed.
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Date: 2012-02-13 10:44 pm (UTC)And what complete nonsense it is too! You have to fuel your brain, fool! Listen to Doctor Watson and learn! :)
Love these 60s.