Sherlock Holmes Drabble #1
Titel: 1. Murder
Author: Jaelijn
Rating: PG
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, Dr Watson
Summary: Answer to the first prompt of the first prompt table of the communities mere_appendix and watsons_woes, provided by kcs
Only one thing can rescue Sherlock Holmes from boredom...
Warnings: implied drug use, mention of accident and murder, nothing graphic
Author's Note: I know these are supposed to be angsty etc, but somehow I managed to turn some of them into different fics. These will be posted in my journal only, as it is the case with this one. Enjoy!
And, of course, all canon characters belong to Arthur Conan Doyle, not me.
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1. Murder
After several weeks without so much as a glimpse of a case, Mr. Sherlock Holmes was in no sweet temper. For days, he had buried himself in his room with his pipe, no doubt indulging in his vice, much to my dismay. I had attempted to discuss the matter, but he would not have it.
When the screeching of a cab's wheels and the subsequent crash just outside our lodgings jerked me out of a quiet breakfast, Holmes dashed from his room and hurried downstairs.
I followed him slowly. “An accident, surely.”
His eyes were gleaming. “Murder, Watson!”
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Author: Jaelijn
Rating: PG
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, Dr Watson
Summary: Answer to the first prompt of the first prompt table of the communities mere_appendix and watsons_woes, provided by kcs
Only one thing can rescue Sherlock Holmes from boredom...
Warnings: implied drug use, mention of accident and murder, nothing graphic
Author's Note: I know these are supposed to be angsty etc, but somehow I managed to turn some of them into different fics. These will be posted in my journal only, as it is the case with this one. Enjoy!
And, of course, all canon characters belong to Arthur Conan Doyle, not me.
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1. Murder
After several weeks without so much as a glimpse of a case, Mr. Sherlock Holmes was in no sweet temper. For days, he had buried himself in his room with his pipe, no doubt indulging in his vice, much to my dismay. I had attempted to discuss the matter, but he would not have it.
When the screeching of a cab's wheels and the subsequent crash just outside our lodgings jerked me out of a quiet breakfast, Holmes dashed from his room and hurried downstairs.
I followed him slowly. “An accident, surely.”
His eyes were gleaming. “Murder, Watson!”
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