Double-U - Fic
Title: Double-U
Author: Sonicthecat7
Rating: G
Pairings/Characters: Holmes/Watson, Mentions of Mary/Watson
Disclaimer: I own nothing. No really.
Spoilers/Warnings: None/None
Notes: I get hit by weird plot ideas, it seems.
Summary: Avoiding trying to tell me will never work, old chap; not for long.
Who is it?
I see her. The woman you are speaking to. Her pale flesh is alight with a smile, her eyes sparkling with something... foreign. You stare back, the same oddness touching your own delicate vision. It is disconcerting that you do not even mention her, not once, when we meet up.
What is it?
You look away, a tinge of red touching your cheeks. I can see the tell-tale signs, the large screen across your features that shows you are hiding something from me. The knuckles tightened around you cane turn white, and your eyes dart at everything and anything that is not my form. Books, letters strewn across the floor - important documents, that are ordered perfectly, even if no one believes me - and at the bare walls. Avoiding trying to tell me will never work, old chap; not for long.
When will it come?
I wait. I wait for days, that turn to weeks. You do not let up on what that troubling secret is. I continue to watch your careful movements around me; I underestimated your willingness and strength upon keeping the secret. I have no idea what it is; none at all. I want to know, though. You should not be hiding something so very important. The time ticks on, past the hour. You still withheld the use of your voice.
Where is she?
You leave early, come back late. I see her, out of the window, as you say hello, then whisper goodbyes. It is the same woman. Same white skin, same cheerful grin. I do not understand. What can she hold, so very precious, that you cannot even tell your closest friend? Has she a leash on you, a tangle wrapped around your soul? She has some sort of take on you, and I must find out what it is. I vow to follow you both the very next time you meet together.
Why her?
You kiss. You kiss her. A light touch of mouths, a warm sharing of smiles. A quiet, special exchanging of words. I catch some; she wants you to tell me about the two of you, and you promise you will explain it when you return to our home. You and she part ways, and you walk briskly home, your lips tugging upwards, though there is a nervous stammer in your steps. I know I should run home so it looks like I have been there all day. I know that I should be there, waiting. I know this. Yet I cannot make my legs move; not now.
I wish I had never deduced the secret.
I wish I could stay oblivious, forever, as it seems you will now have to.
Author: Sonicthecat7
Rating: G
Pairings/Characters: Holmes/Watson, Mentions of Mary/Watson
Disclaimer: I own nothing. No really.
Spoilers/Warnings: None/None
Notes: I get hit by weird plot ideas, it seems.
Summary: Avoiding trying to tell me will never work, old chap; not for long.
Who is it?
I see her. The woman you are speaking to. Her pale flesh is alight with a smile, her eyes sparkling with something... foreign. You stare back, the same oddness touching your own delicate vision. It is disconcerting that you do not even mention her, not once, when we meet up.
What is it?
You look away, a tinge of red touching your cheeks. I can see the tell-tale signs, the large screen across your features that shows you are hiding something from me. The knuckles tightened around you cane turn white, and your eyes dart at everything and anything that is not my form. Books, letters strewn across the floor - important documents, that are ordered perfectly, even if no one believes me - and at the bare walls. Avoiding trying to tell me will never work, old chap; not for long.
When will it come?
I wait. I wait for days, that turn to weeks. You do not let up on what that troubling secret is. I continue to watch your careful movements around me; I underestimated your willingness and strength upon keeping the secret. I have no idea what it is; none at all. I want to know, though. You should not be hiding something so very important. The time ticks on, past the hour. You still withheld the use of your voice.
Where is she?
You leave early, come back late. I see her, out of the window, as you say hello, then whisper goodbyes. It is the same woman. Same white skin, same cheerful grin. I do not understand. What can she hold, so very precious, that you cannot even tell your closest friend? Has she a leash on you, a tangle wrapped around your soul? She has some sort of take on you, and I must find out what it is. I vow to follow you both the very next time you meet together.
Why her?
You kiss. You kiss her. A light touch of mouths, a warm sharing of smiles. A quiet, special exchanging of words. I catch some; she wants you to tell me about the two of you, and you promise you will explain it when you return to our home. You and she part ways, and you walk briskly home, your lips tugging upwards, though there is a nervous stammer in your steps. I know I should run home so it looks like I have been there all day. I know that I should be there, waiting. I know this. Yet I cannot make my legs move; not now.
I wish I had never deduced the secret.
I wish I could stay oblivious, forever, as it seems you will now have to.