Blood and Water
Title: Blood and Water
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes
Characters: J. Watson, S. Holmes, OC (Alexander Campbell)
Table: Five
Prompt: #38. Challenge
Word Count: 470 words
Rating: PG
Summary: "Watson, I don't know what to do."
Author's Notes: Warnings, AU (ehs). This is a sneak peak at a future installment of the 'Elizabeth Holmes Cases' series.
"Elizabeth," Watson read aloud, "is alive. For now, at any rate. Her fate rests in your hands, Sherlock Holmes. Interfere with my plans and she will die. If you are deluded enough to think that I might spare her simply because she is my cousin, think again. She revoked any right she might have had to being my cousin the day she became your daughter."
"Is that all it says, Watson?" the detective asked.
Watson grimly nodded.
"Holmes, are you going to do as he demands?" the doctor asked.
Holmes sighed.
"Holmes?"
"Watson, I don't know what to do," the detective admitted, his voice barely audible. "I don't want Elizabeth to die, but at the same time, I can't allow Angel to rebuild his father's criminal network."
"You'll think of something, Holmes, you always do," Watson said confidently.
"I wish I could be as sure as you are, Watson," Holmes admitted.
Both men looked up at the sound of light footsteps on the stairs to the sitting room.
"Who could that be?" Watson wondered aloud.
His answer wasn't long in coming, as Alexander Campbell stepped into the sitting room.
"Sorry fer not knockin', Mister 'Olmes, Doctor Watson," the thirteen-year-old said. "But it's urgent."
"What is it, Campbell?" the detective demanded, forcing the young boy to get right to the point.
"Oi was told ta deliver this ta yew, Mister 'Olmes," the irregular replied, holding out an envelope.
The detective took the proffered envelope and studied it with his magnifying glass, in search of any clues as to the identity of the sender.
Unfortunately, there wasn't anything to be found. The lack of evidence, however, did not provide Holmes with any information either.
"Most intriguing," Holmes observed as he handed the envelope to Watson.
"What is?" the doctor asked as he opened the envelope. But before Holmes could reply, Watson exclaimed, "Holmes! This letter, it's from Elizabeth!"
"What? How?"
The doctor held out the letter for the detective, but Holmes shook his head.
"Read what it says, Watson," he insisted.
"Dearest Sherlock," the doctor read aloud. "I fear this letter will reach you after Angel's, but I do hope that Campbell gets to Baker Street before you do anything foolish."
"I wasn't going to do anything foolish," groused Homes, but Watson ignored him as he continued reading Elizabeth's letter.
"I'm currently being held captive by Angel in one of his boltholes. Unfortunately, I don't know which one, but Campbell knows. He also knows the part he must play in my rescue. As for you and the good doctor, you must stop Angel. Don't worry about me, Campbell will make sure our plans are compatible."
Holmes turned to the irregular.
"Is this all true, Campbell?" he demanded.
"It sure is, Mister 'Olmes," Campbell affirmed. "E'ery single word o' it."
'Eat Me, Now' has been moved. You can find it here.
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes
Characters: J. Watson, S. Holmes, OC (Alexander Campbell)
Table: Five
Prompt: #38. Challenge
Word Count: 470 words
Rating: PG
Summary: "Watson, I don't know what to do."
Author's Notes: Warnings, AU (ehs). This is a sneak peak at a future installment of the 'Elizabeth Holmes Cases' series.
"Elizabeth," Watson read aloud, "is alive. For now, at any rate. Her fate rests in your hands, Sherlock Holmes. Interfere with my plans and she will die. If you are deluded enough to think that I might spare her simply because she is my cousin, think again. She revoked any right she might have had to being my cousin the day she became your daughter."
"Is that all it says, Watson?" the detective asked.
Watson grimly nodded.
"Holmes, are you going to do as he demands?" the doctor asked.
Holmes sighed.
"Holmes?"
"Watson, I don't know what to do," the detective admitted, his voice barely audible. "I don't want Elizabeth to die, but at the same time, I can't allow Angel to rebuild his father's criminal network."
"You'll think of something, Holmes, you always do," Watson said confidently.
"I wish I could be as sure as you are, Watson," Holmes admitted.
Both men looked up at the sound of light footsteps on the stairs to the sitting room.
"Who could that be?" Watson wondered aloud.
His answer wasn't long in coming, as Alexander Campbell stepped into the sitting room.
"Sorry fer not knockin', Mister 'Olmes, Doctor Watson," the thirteen-year-old said. "But it's urgent."
"What is it, Campbell?" the detective demanded, forcing the young boy to get right to the point.
"Oi was told ta deliver this ta yew, Mister 'Olmes," the irregular replied, holding out an envelope.
The detective took the proffered envelope and studied it with his magnifying glass, in search of any clues as to the identity of the sender.
Unfortunately, there wasn't anything to be found. The lack of evidence, however, did not provide Holmes with any information either.
"Most intriguing," Holmes observed as he handed the envelope to Watson.
"What is?" the doctor asked as he opened the envelope. But before Holmes could reply, Watson exclaimed, "Holmes! This letter, it's from Elizabeth!"
"What? How?"
The doctor held out the letter for the detective, but Holmes shook his head.
"Read what it says, Watson," he insisted.
"Dearest Sherlock," the doctor read aloud. "I fear this letter will reach you after Angel's, but I do hope that Campbell gets to Baker Street before you do anything foolish."
"I wasn't going to do anything foolish," groused Homes, but Watson ignored him as he continued reading Elizabeth's letter.
"I'm currently being held captive by Angel in one of his boltholes. Unfortunately, I don't know which one, but Campbell knows. He also knows the part he must play in my rescue. As for you and the good doctor, you must stop Angel. Don't worry about me, Campbell will make sure our plans are compatible."
Holmes turned to the irregular.
"Is this all true, Campbell?" he demanded.
"It sure is, Mister 'Olmes," Campbell affirmed. "E'ery single word o' it."
'Eat Me, Now' has been moved. You can find it here.