The Greek Interpreter: Window Seat
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sherlock60Title: The Greek Interpreter: Window Seat
Author: gardnerhill
Word Count: 60
Rating: G
Warning: Postulation perceived.
Summary: First impressions can be surprisingly accurate.
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That man at the crosswalk intrigues me.
An Army surgeon, not long from the subcontinent. Wounded in combat, and fell ill afterward. Writes a good deal. An invert, and one happily settled with his paramour if that tilt of his head tells no lies…
Ah. Here comes Sherlock to join him before crossing the street. So this is Dr. Watson.
Author: gardnerhill
Word Count: 60
Rating: G
Warning: Postulation perceived.
Summary: First impressions can be surprisingly accurate.
***
That man at the crosswalk intrigues me.
An Army surgeon, not long from the subcontinent. Wounded in combat, and fell ill afterward. Writes a good deal. An invert, and one happily settled with his paramour if that tilt of his head tells no lies…
Ah. Here comes Sherlock to join him before crossing the street. So this is Dr. Watson.
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Date: 2018-02-11 08:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-02-11 10:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-02-11 11:46 am (UTC)Also, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! An English sonnet made from The Rose Speech for your Brett-loving, one-year-older soul.
A dainty blend of vermillion and green
a-droop arrests those curious eyes of his;
it sparks a light of something novel, keen
and cry of ‘What a lovely thing this is!’
‘So unlike bread, this handsome bloom; indeed,
its scent and colour, life’s embellishments,
they rise above the base of human need
and manifest the good of Providence.
For only goodness give gifts like these,
so far from the necessity of life.
Assurance, this, I seek, I find, I seize
in coarsest days, in times of trouble, strife.
When all is said and written, I propose,
we’ve much to hope for in this,’ sigh, ‘this rose!’
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Date: 2018-02-11 04:59 pm (UTC)And yes, nothing escapes Big Brother's notice - he probably knew his baby brother was gay before SHERLOCK knew it.
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Date: 2018-02-11 07:21 pm (UTC)In proper Hobbit style, here is your birthday present:
Date: 2018-02-12 07:46 am (UTC)***
For a few months, one Diogenes Club newcomer or other would send a note requesting an audience in the Strangers’ Room, and Mycroft would signal the kitchen help to prepare.
These audiences followed much the same script:
Holmes, your brother’s a disgrace!
Indeed. How so?
He crawls after that mortal doctor like a love-besotted girl! He reeks of humanity! If someone doesn’t kill his pet, Sherlock Holmes will become ensouled! Give the word and I’ll tear Watson’s throat out mysel—
[Prolonged proof of the Strangers’ Room’s soundproofing]
Then the members stopped doing that, and so resumed their regular dining fare.
Re: In proper Hobbit style, here is your birthday present:
Date: 2018-02-12 12:04 pm (UTC)Re: In proper Hobbit style, here is your birthday present:
Date: 2018-02-12 04:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-02-11 03:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-02-11 10:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-02-11 07:06 pm (UTC)And happy birthday to you! ^__^
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Date: 2018-02-11 10:12 pm (UTC)And thanks so much!
Your birthday present, Hobbit-style:
Date: 2018-02-17 06:07 am (UTC)***
The capture of Bennington the crime boss was not a victory for my friend and colleague Mr. Sherlock Holmes.
When one of Bennington’s hired men came to Baker Street, likely to intimidate us into dropping the investigation, he was met by Mrs. Hudson and Bridget the hired girl, whose deftly-wielded mop and coal-scuttle soon had the man dropping his knife and hitting the floor; a heated pair of the landlady’s fire-tongs poised over a vulnerable body part got the brute confessing the location of his boss’ hideout, and a telephone call to Lestrade had the man in cuffs hours later.
Re: Your birthday present, Hobbit-style:
Date: 2018-02-18 08:44 pm (UTC)It's lovely seeing Mrs. Hudson come to the fore - and with the aid of her female employee too. And I'm rather taken with a heated pair of the landlady’s fire-tongs poised over a vulnerable body part got the brute confessing the location of his boss’ hideout ^___^
Re: Your birthday present, Hobbit-style:
Date: 2018-02-18 10:52 pm (UTC)I'm starting to think of the Baker Street housekeeping staff as 221b's Night Watch - the first defense of House Holmes. A two-bit goon doesn't need the great sleuth's attention when a coal-scuttle and a heated pair of fire-tongs can do the same thing.
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Date: 2018-02-12 12:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-02-12 05:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-02-16 05:00 pm (UTC)Happy belated birthday!
And here's your Hobbit-birthday-present drabble:
Date: 2018-03-12 03:57 am (UTC)***
“He’s much better, Mrs. Hudson.” Holmes looked upstairs toward Watson’s room.
“That is good to hear,” the landlady said, “after that dreadful beating he took from those ruffians last week. Will he be breakfasting at the table this morning?”
“Yes, in a half-hour. Tell Bridget she may wait until after breakfast to tend my room.”
She nodded and headed back downstairs. Holmes shut the door and went back into his bedroom.
Watson stirred awake at his lover’s kiss; his bruises and blackened eye now faded yellow. “Mm. Yes, much better sleeping here next to you.”
*
Martha Hudson smiled. She knew.