Cornered
Title: Cornered
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes
Characters: S. Holmes, J. Watson
Table: Five
Prompt: #78--Entrapment
Word Count: 229 words
Rating: PG
Summary: "They've cornered us, Watson."
Author's Notes: There's a terrible pun in this one, involving hounds. There's also a cliffhanger ending as well.
Holmes swore as he was brought up short by the cold stone of the great wall that encircled the manor.
Watson, gasping for breath, looked up at him in the moonlight.
"What--gasp--is it?" he wheezed.
"They've cornered us, Watson," Holmes growled.
"They haven't released the hounds yet, Holmes, we still have a chance of slipping past them in the dark," Watson pointed out.
"It is only a matter of time before they release the hounds, Watson," Holmes replied. "And we will not have any hope of escaping the grounds before the hounds are loosed."
"Well, we won't know for sure unless we try, Holmes," Watson insisted, unwilling to just give up.
The baying of hounds on the hunt sent chills down their spines.
"It was nice knowing you, Holmes," Watson whispered.
"Whatever happened to 'We're going to make it, Holmes'?"
"I'm just saying it in case we don't make it and I don't get a chance later," Watson said defensively.
"Do you think you can climb up this wall?" Holmes asked as though Watson hadn't spoken.
"Nice change of subject," the doctor observed dryly.
"It is...well, can you?"
"May be," Watson admitted thoughtfully. "Is it our only choice?"
"Seems to be."
"Then I guess I'll have to--" Watson began to say, but the rest of the sentence was lost as the ground suddenly gave way beneath his feet.
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes
Characters: S. Holmes, J. Watson
Table: Five
Prompt: #78--Entrapment
Word Count: 229 words
Rating: PG
Summary: "They've cornered us, Watson."
Author's Notes: There's a terrible pun in this one, involving hounds. There's also a cliffhanger ending as well.
Holmes swore as he was brought up short by the cold stone of the great wall that encircled the manor.
Watson, gasping for breath, looked up at him in the moonlight.
"What--gasp--is it?" he wheezed.
"They've cornered us, Watson," Holmes growled.
"They haven't released the hounds yet, Holmes, we still have a chance of slipping past them in the dark," Watson pointed out.
"It is only a matter of time before they release the hounds, Watson," Holmes replied. "And we will not have any hope of escaping the grounds before the hounds are loosed."
"Well, we won't know for sure unless we try, Holmes," Watson insisted, unwilling to just give up.
The baying of hounds on the hunt sent chills down their spines.
"It was nice knowing you, Holmes," Watson whispered.
"Whatever happened to 'We're going to make it, Holmes'?"
"I'm just saying it in case we don't make it and I don't get a chance later," Watson said defensively.
"Do you think you can climb up this wall?" Holmes asked as though Watson hadn't spoken.
"Nice change of subject," the doctor observed dryly.
"It is...well, can you?"
"May be," Watson admitted thoughtfully. "Is it our only choice?"
"Seems to be."
"Then I guess I'll have to--" Watson began to say, but the rest of the sentence was lost as the ground suddenly gave way beneath his feet.