The Raven's Call
Guess what?! I've finished writing ALL of the ficlets!! Now all I need to do is finish posting them and then I'll have completed this challenge in just under a year (assuming I finish posting the ficlets by December 4th, of course).
Title: The Raven's Call
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes
Characters: J. Watson
Table: Five
Prompt: #50. Spike
Word Count: 255 words
Rating: PG
Summary: Watson's gotten himself into trouble.
Author's Notes: Warnings, alcohol abuse, historical humor.
Watson prayed fervently that the ropes that held him suspended above the metal spikes that rose up from the floor below held.
Feeling fear and panic beginning to overwhelm his senses, Watson tried to distract himself by trying to recall how he had ended up in his current predicament.
~*~
Four hours earlier...
Watson stormed out of 221 Baker Street, frustrated with his new flatmate's behavior.
The doctor soon found himself in an unfamiliar part of London, outside a seedy-looking tavern that looked like it had been around since the reign of King Charles I. A sign above the door read "The King's Head".
Watson went inside, telling himself he would only have one drink before finding his way back to Baker Street.
But the sweet siren song of alcohol clouded his judgement. His descent into drunken oblivion was aided by a friendly day-laborer by the name of 'Dionysus'.
"My folks were inta th' ole Greek classics, they were," he explained. "Most folks call me 'Dion', though."
"That rhymes with 'Lion'," Watson drunkenly observed.
"Wot does?" Dion asked.
"'Dion'," the doctor clarified.
"Why, Oi do suppose tha' yew are right, Doctor Watson," he agreed.
In his drunken state, the day-laborer's knowledge of who Watson was went by unremarked until it was too late.
~*~
Present
No matter how hard he tried to remember anything more, Watson only managed to make his headache worse, so he gave up on the attempt.
Perhaps he could find something in his present surroundings?
'The Price We Pay' has been moved. You can find it here.
Title: The Raven's Call
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes
Characters: J. Watson
Table: Five
Prompt: #50. Spike
Word Count: 255 words
Rating: PG
Summary: Watson's gotten himself into trouble.
Author's Notes: Warnings, alcohol abuse, historical humor.
Watson prayed fervently that the ropes that held him suspended above the metal spikes that rose up from the floor below held.
Feeling fear and panic beginning to overwhelm his senses, Watson tried to distract himself by trying to recall how he had ended up in his current predicament.
~*~
Four hours earlier...
Watson stormed out of 221 Baker Street, frustrated with his new flatmate's behavior.
The doctor soon found himself in an unfamiliar part of London, outside a seedy-looking tavern that looked like it had been around since the reign of King Charles I. A sign above the door read "The King's Head".
Watson went inside, telling himself he would only have one drink before finding his way back to Baker Street.
But the sweet siren song of alcohol clouded his judgement. His descent into drunken oblivion was aided by a friendly day-laborer by the name of 'Dionysus'.
"My folks were inta th' ole Greek classics, they were," he explained. "Most folks call me 'Dion', though."
"That rhymes with 'Lion'," Watson drunkenly observed.
"Wot does?" Dion asked.
"'Dion'," the doctor clarified.
"Why, Oi do suppose tha' yew are right, Doctor Watson," he agreed.
In his drunken state, the day-laborer's knowledge of who Watson was went by unremarked until it was too late.
~*~
Present
No matter how hard he tried to remember anything more, Watson only managed to make his headache worse, so he gave up on the attempt.
Perhaps he could find something in his present surroundings?
'The Price We Pay' has been moved. You can find it here.