The Truth 1/?
Title: The Truth
Author(s): Sailing Hearts
Rating: PG (this chapter)
Character(s): Watson, Holmes
Summary: What if some of the events of The Final Problem and The Empty House were fictional? What if Mary Watson had already been dead, and Watson had known that Holmes was alive the whole time?
Warnings: none yet, just the intro this time.
Word Count: approx 466
Disclaimer: Not my characters. In a sense, not even my story ideas, simply a what if…
Author's Note: Sorry it is short, I just had the idea pop into my head and thought I'd write a quick first chapter and get some feedback.
I have debated for some time as to if I should even write this or not, but the time has come where it no longer matters. This journal will go to sit on the shelf with the others, not to be seen by a stranger’s eyes until both Holmes and myself are no longer living.
I documented many years ago that Holmes had died at Reichanbach Falls, then later his miraculous re-appearance. I had also lead the general public that my gentle Mary had died sometime between these two events. The truth is that I lost her during the events I am about to write here in this journal. I also knew the entire time that Holmes was alive, and often my trips to the seashore or other place for rest were actually trips to meet him. It was true that London was not safe for him at that time.
I will admit that I am going to have to persuade Holmes to write part of this, the true tale of those years. There are parts I was not present for. He will have to write down the truth of what happened at those parts, for I wish to have as accurate an account as possible.
We have talked lately of vacating London, for there is a war coming, one that I fear will be far worse than any man has seen. Holmes sees his brother regularly at White Hall. He was gone for sometime this last year, on a mission for him. Since he has been back, he has mentioned now and again a cottage he saw on the Sussex Downs that is for sale. Perhaps the next time he mentions it, I will let him drag me down to see it. In truth, if war comes, I fear it will be safer for him there. I, myself, will be firmly ensorcelled in a hospital doing all I can to keep the wounded alive. And besides, Baker Street has not been the same since Mrs. Hudson’s passing. She left us the home, but both of us feel it is time to move on.
I ramble, perhaps, but I want to be certain that the reader understands the present enough to be able to see how the truth of the past reflects in it. To be honest, the next entry, the one that begins this story, will have to be by Holmes, for him to give the history needed of Professor Moriarty.