Never Unarmed
Title: Never Unarmed
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes
Characters: S. Holmes, J. Watson, E. Holmes
Table: Five
Prompt: #32. Weapon
Word Count: 296 words
Rating: PG
Summary: "Oh, hi there, Doctor!"
Author's Notes: Warnings, AU (ehc).
Watson entered the sitting room of 221B Baker Street after a long day at his practice--a day full of hypochondriacs, day laborers with infections that could have been avoided if they had only come to see him sooner, unhappy infants, and restless children getting into anything and everything--, only to find his flatmate, Sherlock Holmes, teaching his adopted daughter, Elizabeth, hand-to-hand combat.
"Oh, hi there, Doctor," Elizabeth called in answer to his greeting, as she easily evaded a blow to her head by ducking under Holmes' swing and lightly punching him in a sensitive area.
"Excellent, Elizabeth," Holmes said with only a slight squeak to his voice. "Though I do hope that in a real fight, you would hit that particular part of your opponent's anatomy a bit harder than you did mine just now."
"Of course," Elizabeth agreed. "I figured that it wouldn't be in my best interests to actually incapacitate my teacher using the methods he was teaching me."
Holmes nodded, not wasting his breath to verbalize his agreement with Elizabeth's observation.
"Well, that is enough for today, Elizabeth," he said instead. "We'll work some more on your fighting stance, then I'll teach you how to flip your opponent, tomorrow. Now go clean yourself up before Mrs. Hudson brings up dinner."
"Yeah, we wouldn't want Mrs. Hudson having another chance at lecturing you about being a proper parent, now would we," muttered Elizabeth with a smirk as she left the sitting room for her room.
Once she was gone, Watson asked, "What was that all about, Holmes?"
"Mrs. Hudson doesn't approve of what I'm teaching Elizabeth, apparently," Holmes replied, his bewilderment at the landlady's distress over walking in on Holmes teaching Elizabeth how to defend herself easily apparent to the doctor.
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes
Characters: S. Holmes, J. Watson, E. Holmes
Table: Five
Prompt: #32. Weapon
Word Count: 296 words
Rating: PG
Summary: "Oh, hi there, Doctor!"
Author's Notes: Warnings, AU (ehc).
Watson entered the sitting room of 221B Baker Street after a long day at his practice--a day full of hypochondriacs, day laborers with infections that could have been avoided if they had only come to see him sooner, unhappy infants, and restless children getting into anything and everything--, only to find his flatmate, Sherlock Holmes, teaching his adopted daughter, Elizabeth, hand-to-hand combat.
"Oh, hi there, Doctor," Elizabeth called in answer to his greeting, as she easily evaded a blow to her head by ducking under Holmes' swing and lightly punching him in a sensitive area.
"Excellent, Elizabeth," Holmes said with only a slight squeak to his voice. "Though I do hope that in a real fight, you would hit that particular part of your opponent's anatomy a bit harder than you did mine just now."
"Of course," Elizabeth agreed. "I figured that it wouldn't be in my best interests to actually incapacitate my teacher using the methods he was teaching me."
Holmes nodded, not wasting his breath to verbalize his agreement with Elizabeth's observation.
"Well, that is enough for today, Elizabeth," he said instead. "We'll work some more on your fighting stance, then I'll teach you how to flip your opponent, tomorrow. Now go clean yourself up before Mrs. Hudson brings up dinner."
"Yeah, we wouldn't want Mrs. Hudson having another chance at lecturing you about being a proper parent, now would we," muttered Elizabeth with a smirk as she left the sitting room for her room.
Once she was gone, Watson asked, "What was that all about, Holmes?"
"Mrs. Hudson doesn't approve of what I'm teaching Elizabeth, apparently," Holmes replied, his bewilderment at the landlady's distress over walking in on Holmes teaching Elizabeth how to defend herself easily apparent to the doctor.