New Beginnings
FINALLY! The last ficlet has been posted!!! Oh, and if you haven't already, there's two more ficlets prior to this one that were also posted today.
Title: New Beginnings
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes
Characters: J. Watson, S. Holmes, G. Lestrade, OCs (N. Fillion, J. Cobb, Crowley, J. Lake)
Table: Five
Prompt: #100. Writer's Choice (Beginning)
Word Count: 369 words
Rating: G
Summary: "I have great news!"
Author's Notes: Warnings, twisted humor. All of the OCs' names were not invented by me, but the characters themselves are mine.
Peshwar, India
"I have great news!" proclaimed Nathan Fillion as he entered the ward he was in charge of.
The entire ward of injured and ill soldiers, as well as the nurses tending to them, groaned at the army doctor's words.
"What?" demanded Nathan, surprised by the reaction his words had triggered.
"Doctor, 'great news' coming from you usually entails some uncomfortable procedure," one of the soldiers, a chap by the name of John Watson, explained.
"Oh, well, not to fear then, lads, there's no uncomfortable procedure this time," Nathan assured the ward.
"Then what's gotten you into such a frenzy, Doctor?" one of the nurses asked.
"Nurse Cobb is it?" Nathan asked.
The nurse who had spoken nodded.
"Jayne Cobb, sir," affirmed the nurse.
"I have just received word that a good number of you chaps are to head home on the next troop transport for London," Nathan declared, directing his words at the soldiers in his ward instead of at Nurse Cobb.
~*~
London, England
Inspector Giles Lestrade panted as he struggled to keep up with the wiry young man he'd hired to assist in catching a wily killer.
"Come on, Inspector! Keep up! He's getting away!" the young man called back to the Scotland Yard Inspector, not even slowing down to speak.
It would not be the last time the inspector would rue the day he first met Sherlock Holmes, not by a long shot.
The chilling sound of gunfire ahead of him lent the inspector a second wind and he soon caught up with his younger colleague, who was standing over their suspect, a smoking revolver in his hand.
"Is he dead, Mr. Holmes?" Lestrade panted once he had the breath to spare on speaking.
"Use your eyes, Inspector," Holmes said in rebuke.
Lestrade scowled at the youth, but his ire was quickly doused when he realised that the man had been shot by the revolver in his own hand, and in such a way that ruled out any possibility of being self-inflicted.
"You're under arrest, Crowley," Lestrade informed the tall brute lying prone on the ground.
"Wot fer?" Crowley demanded.
"Attempted murder," Lestrade replied. "And likely for the murder of Jackson Lake and his family as well."
Title: New Beginnings
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes
Characters: J. Watson, S. Holmes, G. Lestrade, OCs (N. Fillion, J. Cobb, Crowley, J. Lake)
Table: Five
Prompt: #100. Writer's Choice (Beginning)
Word Count: 369 words
Rating: G
Summary: "I have great news!"
Author's Notes: Warnings, twisted humor. All of the OCs' names were not invented by me, but the characters themselves are mine.
Peshwar, India
"I have great news!" proclaimed Nathan Fillion as he entered the ward he was in charge of.
The entire ward of injured and ill soldiers, as well as the nurses tending to them, groaned at the army doctor's words.
"What?" demanded Nathan, surprised by the reaction his words had triggered.
"Doctor, 'great news' coming from you usually entails some uncomfortable procedure," one of the soldiers, a chap by the name of John Watson, explained.
"Oh, well, not to fear then, lads, there's no uncomfortable procedure this time," Nathan assured the ward.
"Then what's gotten you into such a frenzy, Doctor?" one of the nurses asked.
"Nurse Cobb is it?" Nathan asked.
The nurse who had spoken nodded.
"Jayne Cobb, sir," affirmed the nurse.
"I have just received word that a good number of you chaps are to head home on the next troop transport for London," Nathan declared, directing his words at the soldiers in his ward instead of at Nurse Cobb.
~*~
London, England
Inspector Giles Lestrade panted as he struggled to keep up with the wiry young man he'd hired to assist in catching a wily killer.
"Come on, Inspector! Keep up! He's getting away!" the young man called back to the Scotland Yard Inspector, not even slowing down to speak.
It would not be the last time the inspector would rue the day he first met Sherlock Holmes, not by a long shot.
The chilling sound of gunfire ahead of him lent the inspector a second wind and he soon caught up with his younger colleague, who was standing over their suspect, a smoking revolver in his hand.
"Is he dead, Mr. Holmes?" Lestrade panted once he had the breath to spare on speaking.
"Use your eyes, Inspector," Holmes said in rebuke.
Lestrade scowled at the youth, but his ire was quickly doused when he realised that the man had been shot by the revolver in his own hand, and in such a way that ruled out any possibility of being self-inflicted.
"You're under arrest, Crowley," Lestrade informed the tall brute lying prone on the ground.
"Wot fer?" Crowley demanded.
"Attempted murder," Lestrade replied. "And likely for the murder of Jackson Lake and his family as well."