Fic: Reliability
Title: Reliability
Author: Maestress83
Rating: G
Universe: ACD Canon
Character(s): Sherlock Holmes, Doctor Watson, Mary Morstan, Professor Moriarty
Relationships/Pairing: Doctor Watson/Mary Morstan
Summary: His Boswell is not the only man Holmes relied on.
Content Warnings: None
Word Count: 243
Author's Notes: Written in response to JWP 2016 #18 (Handwritten) on Watson's Woes.
During Watson’s marriage, I missed my Boswell’s company fiercely, and never more so than after a shared case had concluded. Mrs. Watson was more accommodating with her husband’s time than I thought she would be, and Watson was always game when he was free, but it was not the same. I had come to depend on him to stave off the ennui that was so hateful to me, and without his constant presence in the rooms we once shared, I relied on the work more than ever. And when that could not be relied upon...
Once I had solved the mystery of Colonel Barclay’s death and returned my friend back to his home and wife, I could already sense that dreaded boredom dogging my steps back to Baker Street. The crook of my arm began to itch, and I scratched it in irritation. Even my seven-percent solution had lost its appeal, slowly but surely falling short of clearing away the cobwebs being spun in my brain-attic. In my aggravation, I had nearly decided to ignore the letter that awaited me on the mantelpiece--a mistake that I am glad I did not make, for it introduced me to the most rewarding challenge of my career.
...After all that Professor Moriarty has cost us, I am not so cruel as to admit this to Watson; but I will always be grateful to the man who truly never failed me during those dark, lonely days.
Author: Maestress83
Rating: G
Universe: ACD Canon
Character(s): Sherlock Holmes, Doctor Watson, Mary Morstan, Professor Moriarty
Relationships/Pairing: Doctor Watson/Mary Morstan
Summary: His Boswell is not the only man Holmes relied on.
Content Warnings: None
Word Count: 243
Author's Notes: Written in response to JWP 2016 #18 (Handwritten) on Watson's Woes.
During Watson’s marriage, I missed my Boswell’s company fiercely, and never more so than after a shared case had concluded. Mrs. Watson was more accommodating with her husband’s time than I thought she would be, and Watson was always game when he was free, but it was not the same. I had come to depend on him to stave off the ennui that was so hateful to me, and without his constant presence in the rooms we once shared, I relied on the work more than ever. And when that could not be relied upon...
Once I had solved the mystery of Colonel Barclay’s death and returned my friend back to his home and wife, I could already sense that dreaded boredom dogging my steps back to Baker Street. The crook of my arm began to itch, and I scratched it in irritation. Even my seven-percent solution had lost its appeal, slowly but surely falling short of clearing away the cobwebs being spun in my brain-attic. In my aggravation, I had nearly decided to ignore the letter that awaited me on the mantelpiece--a mistake that I am glad I did not make, for it introduced me to the most rewarding challenge of my career.
...After all that Professor Moriarty has cost us, I am not so cruel as to admit this to Watson; but I will always be grateful to the man who truly never failed me during those dark, lonely days.