The Price We Pay
Title: The Price We Pay
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes
Characters: S. Holmes, J. Watson, OC (Elizabeth Holmes)
Table: Five
Prompt: #65. Mobile
Word Count: 299 words
Rating: PG
Summary: "Yew shouldn't be standin' on those bad legs, Mister 'Olmes."
Author's Notes: Warnings, Alternative Universe (ehc).
"Yew shouldn't be standin' on those bad legs, Mister 'Olmes," Evin said in lieu of a proper greeting as the young boy entered the sitting room to find the detective standing on his still healing legs at his chemistry set.
Holmes only grunted in reply.
"Yew do realize tha' th' Doctor will tie yew ta th' bed if 'e catches yew standin' up loik yew are right now," Evin reminded the detective.
This time, Holmes didn't even acknowledge the irregular with a grunt.
"Anyways, th' Doctor sent me ta check up on yew, Oi suppose Oi need ta report back ta 'im now, an' let 'im know tha' yew are standin' at yer chemistry table, doin' experiments against doctor's orders," Evin declared loudly as he made for the sitting room door.
Holmes growled something under his breath as he slowly limped over to his armchair in front of the fireplace. Evin had a feeling the detective's landlady would wash his mouth out with soap if he repeated what Holmes had just muttered in her presence.
"Tell the good doctor that I'm behaving, Evin," Holmes ordered.
"No need, Evin," the doctor remarked as he entered the sitting room.
Turning to Holmes, Watson added, "Holmes, why couldn't you for once listen to me?"
The detective hung his head, reluctantly feeling shame for being the focus of Watson's displeasure.
"O' course not, Doctor," Evin observed, unexpectedly jumping to his employer's aid. "'E's Sherlock 'Olmes, an' if 'e were ta do wot yew ask o' 'im, yew'd be worried 'bout 'im, don't deny it."
Watson chuckled.
"Yes, you are right, Evin," the doctor agreed. "But that doesn't stop me from hoping that he do as I asked for once."
"Mayhaps 'e'll do as yew ask 'im, Doctor, when 'e's older," Evin suggested.
"I'm right here," Holmes growled. "Don't I have a say in the matter?"
"No," Watson and Evin said in unison.
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes
Characters: S. Holmes, J. Watson, OC (Elizabeth Holmes)
Table: Five
Prompt: #65. Mobile
Word Count: 299 words
Rating: PG
Summary: "Yew shouldn't be standin' on those bad legs, Mister 'Olmes."
Author's Notes: Warnings, Alternative Universe (ehc).
"Yew shouldn't be standin' on those bad legs, Mister 'Olmes," Evin said in lieu of a proper greeting as the young boy entered the sitting room to find the detective standing on his still healing legs at his chemistry set.
Holmes only grunted in reply.
"Yew do realize tha' th' Doctor will tie yew ta th' bed if 'e catches yew standin' up loik yew are right now," Evin reminded the detective.
This time, Holmes didn't even acknowledge the irregular with a grunt.
"Anyways, th' Doctor sent me ta check up on yew, Oi suppose Oi need ta report back ta 'im now, an' let 'im know tha' yew are standin' at yer chemistry table, doin' experiments against doctor's orders," Evin declared loudly as he made for the sitting room door.
Holmes growled something under his breath as he slowly limped over to his armchair in front of the fireplace. Evin had a feeling the detective's landlady would wash his mouth out with soap if he repeated what Holmes had just muttered in her presence.
"Tell the good doctor that I'm behaving, Evin," Holmes ordered.
"No need, Evin," the doctor remarked as he entered the sitting room.
Turning to Holmes, Watson added, "Holmes, why couldn't you for once listen to me?"
The detective hung his head, reluctantly feeling shame for being the focus of Watson's displeasure.
"O' course not, Doctor," Evin observed, unexpectedly jumping to his employer's aid. "'E's Sherlock 'Olmes, an' if 'e were ta do wot yew ask o' 'im, yew'd be worried 'bout 'im, don't deny it."
Watson chuckled.
"Yes, you are right, Evin," the doctor agreed. "But that doesn't stop me from hoping that he do as I asked for once."
"Mayhaps 'e'll do as yew ask 'im, Doctor, when 'e's older," Evin suggested.
"I'm right here," Holmes growled. "Don't I have a say in the matter?"
"No," Watson and Evin said in unison.