Take What You Will : A Sherlock Holmes Story
Title: Take What You Will
Author: azuhra
Fandom: ACD-Bookverse Sherlock Holmes
Word Count: 663
Rating: PG13
Characters: Watson, Holmes
Pairing(s): None. Friendship is the key here.
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys. I just take them out to play.
Prompt: JWP Amnesty Prompt #1 (Eavesdropping and its possible consequences) at watsons_woes
Summary:
Sometimes its intended for a listener to hear the wrong thing.
Chapter Fifteen of my JWP story: The Case of the Antique Massacre
Chapter One: Rain for the Cab Man
Chapter Two: Less Than Benign
Chapter Three: Word Games
Chapter Four: Relief and a Quote
Chapter Five: The Horror Unfolds
Chapter Six: Undercover Detective
Chapter Seven: Plan of Attack
Chapter Eight: Mud, Oil, and Cowards
Chapter Nine: Falling for You
Chapter Ten: The Bloodshed Begins
Chapter Eleven: Turn-Coat
Chapter Twelve: It Burns Like Summer
Chapter Thirteen: Meeting in the Fire
Chapter Fourteen: Leaping and Sprinting
A/N: I can work in an eavesdropping prompt. Of course I can. And anyone else see a Mexican Stand-off coming up?
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It was perhaps fortunate that the cabbie was a decent enough fellow to let us ride considering the state I was in. I was beginning to feel slightly dazed from blood loss and exhaustion. I knew it to be nothing a few sutures and several days rest wouldn't cure, but in those circumstances I could only really hope for the sutures.
Despite all of this, my mind was rather irrevocably stuck on the horror we had left behind in Webern Mansion and the fact that these dangerous men were likely yet hunting my friend. Though, there was something else that troubled me, and in my weary state I quite blurted the question thoughtlessly.
“Where were you?”
Holmes understood the query even without context. “Following and searching, dear fellow. I wanted to see how they intended to remove the antiques, as they could not hope to haul them through the hole in the wall. There should have been more time!”
“It seems they were rather more inclined on destroying the antiques, the house, and the people within. Hunt betrayed us merely to destroy you.”
Holmes huffed and leaned back in the seat as the cab jostled us toward Baker Street. “That was the lure, but what they wished to steal was a much bragged about sixth dynasty Buddha.”
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“You can't be serious?” I gasped. “They would destroy an entire household over one statue, and leave all else behind?”
“If it truly is as old as they claim it to be, the thing is worth more than you or I shall see in a lifetime. Were I to pick a target, certainly that is the statue I would seek to steal.”
I tilted my head back and groaned, right hand held tight to the bandage on my thigh. “So they took one thing instead of many. Rather a moot point when we still could not prevent the killing. Moreover, they will be after you yet.”
It was at this point that I belated recalled our destination. “Holmes! Should we not be going someplace else? Surely they will look for you at our own home!”
“That is precisely what I'm hoping for. Now be silent, old man, lest we implicate ourselves.”
Implicate ourselves to whom, I wondered, aside from the horse and the cabbie. Though I let it rest. We pulled up to the curb by 221B and Holmes helped me down from the cab, while or cabbie conspicuously stayed where he sat. The man excepted Holmes's hurried payment and whipped his horse up and away in a hurry. Likely the man thought us barmy.
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Holmes maneuvered himself beneath my right shoulder with an arm about my waist as he helped me up the steps. His eyes were on the lock as he silently maneuvered the key. It was far too late at night to be disturbing our landlady. My eyes and waning attention were on the cab as it sped around a corner in the rain. “We may have scared the poor man.”
“We scared him right into driving straight for Scotland Yard.”
By this time, Holmes had swung the door open and was pushing me in the entry, I turned faster than I should have, feeling dizziness overtake me for a moment. Bracing myself on the door frame I hissed quietly, “What?!”
Holmes was having none of my stopping, disengaging my hand from the door frame and nearly hauling me toward the stairs as he closed and locked the door behind us. “The cabbie proved himself the good Samaritan sort when he helped me get you into the cab. As such, he will have heard just enough of our conversation to think us criminals ourselves. Preforming his civic duty, the man will dash straight to Scotland Yard and inform them of a couple of unsavory fellows wishing to be dropped off at Baker Street. In this case, eavesdropping is beneficial.”
Author: azuhra
Fandom: ACD-Bookverse Sherlock Holmes
Word Count: 663
Rating: PG13
Characters: Watson, Holmes
Pairing(s): None. Friendship is the key here.
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys. I just take them out to play.
Prompt: JWP Amnesty Prompt #1 (Eavesdropping and its possible consequences) at watsons_woes
Summary:
Sometimes its intended for a listener to hear the wrong thing.
Chapter Fifteen of my JWP story: The Case of the Antique Massacre
Chapter One: Rain for the Cab Man
Chapter Two: Less Than Benign
Chapter Three: Word Games
Chapter Four: Relief and a Quote
Chapter Five: The Horror Unfolds
Chapter Six: Undercover Detective
Chapter Seven: Plan of Attack
Chapter Eight: Mud, Oil, and Cowards
Chapter Nine: Falling for You
Chapter Ten: The Bloodshed Begins
Chapter Eleven: Turn-Coat
Chapter Twelve: It Burns Like Summer
Chapter Thirteen: Meeting in the Fire
Chapter Fourteen: Leaping and Sprinting
A/N: I can work in an eavesdropping prompt. Of course I can. And anyone else see a Mexican Stand-off coming up?
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It was perhaps fortunate that the cabbie was a decent enough fellow to let us ride considering the state I was in. I was beginning to feel slightly dazed from blood loss and exhaustion. I knew it to be nothing a few sutures and several days rest wouldn't cure, but in those circumstances I could only really hope for the sutures.
Despite all of this, my mind was rather irrevocably stuck on the horror we had left behind in Webern Mansion and the fact that these dangerous men were likely yet hunting my friend. Though, there was something else that troubled me, and in my weary state I quite blurted the question thoughtlessly.
“Where were you?”
Holmes understood the query even without context. “Following and searching, dear fellow. I wanted to see how they intended to remove the antiques, as they could not hope to haul them through the hole in the wall. There should have been more time!”
“It seems they were rather more inclined on destroying the antiques, the house, and the people within. Hunt betrayed us merely to destroy you.”
Holmes huffed and leaned back in the seat as the cab jostled us toward Baker Street. “That was the lure, but what they wished to steal was a much bragged about sixth dynasty Buddha.”
---
“You can't be serious?” I gasped. “They would destroy an entire household over one statue, and leave all else behind?”
“If it truly is as old as they claim it to be, the thing is worth more than you or I shall see in a lifetime. Were I to pick a target, certainly that is the statue I would seek to steal.”
I tilted my head back and groaned, right hand held tight to the bandage on my thigh. “So they took one thing instead of many. Rather a moot point when we still could not prevent the killing. Moreover, they will be after you yet.”
It was at this point that I belated recalled our destination. “Holmes! Should we not be going someplace else? Surely they will look for you at our own home!”
“That is precisely what I'm hoping for. Now be silent, old man, lest we implicate ourselves.”
Implicate ourselves to whom, I wondered, aside from the horse and the cabbie. Though I let it rest. We pulled up to the curb by 221B and Holmes helped me down from the cab, while or cabbie conspicuously stayed where he sat. The man excepted Holmes's hurried payment and whipped his horse up and away in a hurry. Likely the man thought us barmy.
---
Holmes maneuvered himself beneath my right shoulder with an arm about my waist as he helped me up the steps. His eyes were on the lock as he silently maneuvered the key. It was far too late at night to be disturbing our landlady. My eyes and waning attention were on the cab as it sped around a corner in the rain. “We may have scared the poor man.”
“We scared him right into driving straight for Scotland Yard.”
By this time, Holmes had swung the door open and was pushing me in the entry, I turned faster than I should have, feeling dizziness overtake me for a moment. Bracing myself on the door frame I hissed quietly, “What?!”
Holmes was having none of my stopping, disengaging my hand from the door frame and nearly hauling me toward the stairs as he closed and locked the door behind us. “The cabbie proved himself the good Samaritan sort when he helped me get you into the cab. As such, he will have heard just enough of our conversation to think us criminals ourselves. Preforming his civic duty, the man will dash straight to Scotland Yard and inform them of a couple of unsavory fellows wishing to be dropped off at Baker Street. In this case, eavesdropping is beneficial.”