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donutsweeper) wrote2016-07-30 11:10 pm
donutsweeper) wrote2016-07-30 11:10 pm
Entry tags:
Little Bit of Something, God It's Better Than Nothing
Title: Little Bit of Something, God It's Better Than Nothing
Fandom/Rating: Sherlock Holmes (ACD canon), rated G
Word Count: 221 words
Summary: Watson had been hoping to collect his bag without Holmes noticing.
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watsons_woes JWP#30. Title from Matchbox 20's "3 AM".
"Watson?"
I was foolish, I suppose, to think I could sneak my way into the room to collect my bag without Holmes noticing. "My apologies, Holmes. I did not mean to wake you."
Holmes eyed me with that look of his, like he was dissecting me, picking me apart like one of his puzzles. I stood tall and refused to provide any further clues. "You have an extra supply of the majority of your medicines in your room." I could see his eyes flickering as he accounted for what I normally kept upstairs compared to what I did not. "Not morphine." He sounded disgustingly positive of that, but I refrained from confirming or denying his assumption. It only took him another second before he realized something, heaven knows what, and announced "chloroform." His tone was flat but tinged with something. Perhaps worry?
"If you say so, Holmes," I offered as I reached for my bag.
"I suppose there is little point in me asking why exactly one might need chloroform at 2am?"
"One can always ask," I drawl, making it clear that while he might ask, I would not answer.
Reading my mood correctly, he remained silent. I returned to bed, wishing for nothing more than a few hours' sleep. Perhaps with the drug's aide, my demons will let me be.
Fandom/Rating: Sherlock Holmes (ACD canon), rated G
Word Count: 221 words
Summary: Watson had been hoping to collect his bag without Holmes noticing.
Author's Note: Written for
watsons_woes JWP#30. Title from Matchbox 20's "3 AM"."Watson?"
I was foolish, I suppose, to think I could sneak my way into the room to collect my bag without Holmes noticing. "My apologies, Holmes. I did not mean to wake you."
Holmes eyed me with that look of his, like he was dissecting me, picking me apart like one of his puzzles. I stood tall and refused to provide any further clues. "You have an extra supply of the majority of your medicines in your room." I could see his eyes flickering as he accounted for what I normally kept upstairs compared to what I did not. "Not morphine." He sounded disgustingly positive of that, but I refrained from confirming or denying his assumption. It only took him another second before he realized something, heaven knows what, and announced "chloroform." His tone was flat but tinged with something. Perhaps worry?
"If you say so, Holmes," I offered as I reached for my bag.
"I suppose there is little point in me asking why exactly one might need chloroform at 2am?"
"One can always ask," I drawl, making it clear that while he might ask, I would not answer.
Reading my mood correctly, he remained silent. I returned to bed, wishing for nothing more than a few hours' sleep. Perhaps with the drug's aide, my demons will let me be.
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And thanks for always commenting, I'm ashamed to admit you were much better than I at that and you're really amazing to do it so much.
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