Train of thoughts.
Title: Train of thoughts
Author: thedamnraven
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes
Characters: Holmes, Watson
Pairing: H/W
Rating: pg-13? some thoughts of sexuality.
Warning: Unbetaed.
Train of thoughts.
"Watson, I have a question."
I looked up at the slim and agile form on the seat across mine. We had finished a case of no big importance involving blackmail and a frustrated husband and now Holmes was sitting in the first class compartment of the night train back to london going through the material of the case.
In his long pale hands he held several french postcards, studying them as if they were footprints or bloody fingersmudges. I tried to keep my blushing face as neutral as I could, seeing this unusual scenario, and replied.
"Yes?"
He looked at the top picture of his pile of photos, then leaned back and closed his eyes.
"You might find this strange, Doctor, but I really can not understand this.. this.." He made a vague gesture towards the pictures and continued.
"Well, of course I know what they are intended for, and I can tell that the women are indeed nicely shaped specimens of the female part of human kind, but for the appeal.. no. This does not do anything to attract me in any way. Is anything missing Watson? Is there supposed to be a second ingredient to this sort of indulgence? Am I supposed to have some lyrics with this? Very strong brandy or perhaps a large pipe of opium? Because as it is, I see this as only a waste of good paper and material for criminality!"
He sighed and opened his eyes.
"Is there perhaps something very wrong with me, Doctor?" his voice was low and sad.
"Oh, well.."
Not knowing how to reply to this unusual conversation. I summoned up the doctor in me and tried to be as professional as I could be.
"If I start with your last statement, Holmes, I have to answer with a question." I looked in to his grey, clear eyes and said softly:
"Do you feel anything in the carnal way, in any situation? Do you dream perhaps? How is your body reacting in the mornings? Do not answer me if you whish not, but think and remember. Then try to feel what you felt then and analyze it."
I took the scientists approach, knowing that was the easiest route for his analytical mind to handle emotions. He gave a short nod and leaned in to the corner of his seat and closed his eyes once more.
A long silence filled the compartment and I picked up my latest novel and started to read. The words did not mean anything to me and when I realized I had read the same page at least three times, i put it down again. Holmes questions had started disturbing thoughts thad gnawed their way up from my subconsious. Was there something wrong with him? Did he have unhealthy proclivities? Was he impotent? Was he inclined to the unthinkable, involving poor children and animals? I shuddered and took a deep breath to calm myself and my rampant imagination.
"No Watson, I never fancied children or any other repulsive act of ghastly behavior." Holmes said silently from his corner, he looked at me with a sad smile.
"But I think I know now that I am not immune to the softer feelings, even though I dearly wish that it was so."
"Have you reached a conclusion then?" I asked. No longer shocked of his ability to follow my train of thoughts.
"Yes, Doctor. I have." He sighed.
After a minute or so it was clear he were not going to tell me anything else. He had actually fallen asleep in the soft dark corner.
Pictures of naked women were strewn across the burgundy seat of the train.
I waited for a little while longer, making sure I would not disturb Holmes with my movements before I got up and started to collect the images. It wouldn't do if the conductor were to see those.
I put them in the large brown envelope they had been found in.
Some of the postcards were stuck beneath Holmes and had to be carefully extracted. As I was doing so, the tips of my fingers came in contact with one of his outer thighs.
He gasped in his sleep and I quickly drew my hand away, taking with me the last picture.
Feeling satisfied I had been able to gather and pack away the nude Ladies as well as coaxing a sound of.. feeling something from Holmes, I lay myself down on my seat and studied the lanky but strong form of my fellow lodger.
He had not moved much but his legs were now resting on the seat and his head leaning on the backrest. His beautiful jawline shone white in the light of the gaslamp.
So sad that such a handsome specimen of a man would not feel inclined to marriage. He would make a lovely father, if his treatment of the irregulars were anything to go by.
And of course the children themselves would be extraordinary, with his intelligence and large heart.
Was he an invert? It would certainly be a possibility as any other.
I felt a bit of a fluttering in my stomach. I never told him about my very.. giving.. nature regarding sexuality.
If this man, my hero and my object of affection were indeed so inclined..
I smiled a little as I drifted away to the land of sleep.
I could work with that.
Indeed.