Watson woes 2014 : A Bloody Flat Night.
Title: "A Bloody Flat Night"
Author: ariadnechan
Rating: pg
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes (BBC)
Characters: Dr John H. Watson, Sherlock S. Holmes
Warnings: Indiscriminate use of 'bloody', first pov, and I'm not native english speaker.
Word Count: 313
Summary: Chasing criminals over London streets have it's ups, down, and flats. Two days ago it was a bloody flat.
Author's Notes: July 1, 2014 prompt.
Chasing criminals over London streets have it's ups, down, and flats. Two days ago it was bloody flat.
There I was chasing after Sherlock bloody Holmes' belfast and the murderer of the month. You know, the one on the newspapers. The guy was really a bit evil and slipery, yeah slipery was the word. We had been looking and chasing the infernal bloke for a week now and Sherlock was taking his hair out of his head at this point in time, I was mad and wanted to kill something, you understand my meaning.
So finally I got speed over Sherlock in a corner and I had mister murder there for the taking. The street wasn't iluminated enough, but I could see our target so I braced my self for a little forcefull embrace. Then everything went sour, there was a bloody sleepery somthing on the street, what it was I don't want to know, and instead of a tackling I got propeled with force thanks to the slipery thing and I fell with force flat over the guy and knock myself uncuncious on his skull.
The good thing is that Sherlock this time called the police and the paramedics, so the evil murderer was sent with police escort to the hospital, he fell over debris and got himself hurt and infected with a big concussion. And me, well here I'am with my left leg in a plaster, another in my nose, and a concussion to match. I'm bored out of my mind, so Sherlock brought my laptop and I'm comunicating with you my readers. I will give you more on the case when the bloke is really in jail and things be more wrap up.
In the meanwhile I intend to upgrade a certain consultant detective to nurse when I get out of the hospital tomorrow.
Wish me luck.
John Watson.
Author: ariadnechan
Rating: pg
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes (BBC)
Characters: Dr John H. Watson, Sherlock S. Holmes
Warnings: Indiscriminate use of 'bloody', first pov, and I'm not native english speaker.
Word Count: 313
Summary: Chasing criminals over London streets have it's ups, down, and flats. Two days ago it was a bloody flat.
Author's Notes: July 1, 2014 prompt.
Chasing criminals over London streets have it's ups, down, and flats. Two days ago it was bloody flat.
There I was chasing after Sherlock bloody Holmes' belfast and the murderer of the month. You know, the one on the newspapers. The guy was really a bit evil and slipery, yeah slipery was the word. We had been looking and chasing the infernal bloke for a week now and Sherlock was taking his hair out of his head at this point in time, I was mad and wanted to kill something, you understand my meaning.
So finally I got speed over Sherlock in a corner and I had mister murder there for the taking. The street wasn't iluminated enough, but I could see our target so I braced my self for a little forcefull embrace. Then everything went sour, there was a bloody sleepery somthing on the street, what it was I don't want to know, and instead of a tackling I got propeled with force thanks to the slipery thing and I fell with force flat over the guy and knock myself uncuncious on his skull.
The good thing is that Sherlock this time called the police and the paramedics, so the evil murderer was sent with police escort to the hospital, he fell over debris and got himself hurt and infected with a big concussion. And me, well here I'am with my left leg in a plaster, another in my nose, and a concussion to match. I'm bored out of my mind, so Sherlock brought my laptop and I'm comunicating with you my readers. I will give you more on the case when the bloke is really in jail and things be more wrap up.
In the meanwhile I intend to upgrade a certain consultant detective to nurse when I get out of the hospital tomorrow.
Wish me luck.
John Watson.