Nightly Storm (WW July Prompt 01&02)
Author's Note: Totally forgot that I still have to post the drabbles for the master post at the end. <.<" So I'll repost now all drabbles from 01-10 and then continue to cross post the next drabbles.
For everyone who does not know what I am talking about - see this post.
Title: Nightly storm
Author: Alaylith
Rating: G
Characters: Mrs. Hudson, Watson, Holmes
Summary: Mrs. Hudson awaits the return of her boys in a dark and stormy night. (July Prompts 1 & 2)
WordCount: 355
Prompts:
DATE: July 1 ~~~ Watson injury (any severity), from a different POV than Holmes (meaning Mrs. Hudson, Scotland Yard, Baker Street Irregular, The Villain (whoever he/she may be), etc.
DATE: July 2 ~~~ Rain, Lamp-post, Handkerchief, Flowers
The rain pounds heavily against the window and the wind rattles the glass. Mrs. Hudson draws the blanket more tightly around her shoulders and refills her cup with fresh and hot tea.
She sits back down at the table in her sitting room, sips her tea and listens to the rain outside. A smile touches her lips as her eyes falls upon the small bouquet on her table. Gently she touches the petals of one flower.
She was surprised when Dr. Watson gifted her the flowers this morning, a warm smile on his lips and a little twinkle in his eyes.
A loud thud disturbs the silence in the house and she already hurries to the door before she registers the clinking of keys.
As she opens the door she is shocked by the sight.
Framed by the shadows of the night and rain her two tenants look like ghosts, both white and pale. Only the blood which even the heavy rain can not wash away stains the face of Dr. Watson, while Mr. Holmes presses his handkerchief to the wound at Watson’s head.
“Ah, Mr. Hudson,” Mr. Holmes grunts, Dr. Watson resting against his shoulder and he holds him tightly upright.
“If it is not a bother it would be nice if you could bring us warm water and some fresh towels.”
Even though is voice is calm and devoid of any emotion Mrs. Hudson is able to see the storm of emotions in his grey eyes which is even stronger than the one nature created this night.
With one last look at the fear in the grey eyes, the strong grip bony hands have on vulnerable shoulders and the bloody handkerchief Mrs. Hudson steps away to her allow her tenants to enter their home.
“Of course, I will also bring a nice cup of tea.”
And in the morning after the storm she will gather some flowers for Dr. Watson’s bedside, if only to get Mr. Holmes to complain about the feminine touch and to bring an amused smile to Dr. Watson’s lips.
She has to take care of her boys after all.
For everyone who does not know what I am talking about - see this post.
Title: Nightly storm
Author: Alaylith
Rating: G
Characters: Mrs. Hudson, Watson, Holmes
Summary: Mrs. Hudson awaits the return of her boys in a dark and stormy night. (July Prompts 1 & 2)
WordCount: 355
Prompts:
DATE: July 1 ~~~ Watson injury (any severity), from a different POV than Holmes (meaning Mrs. Hudson, Scotland Yard, Baker Street Irregular, The Villain (whoever he/she may be), etc.
DATE: July 2 ~~~ Rain, Lamp-post, Handkerchief, Flowers
The rain pounds heavily against the window and the wind rattles the glass. Mrs. Hudson draws the blanket more tightly around her shoulders and refills her cup with fresh and hot tea.
She sits back down at the table in her sitting room, sips her tea and listens to the rain outside. A smile touches her lips as her eyes falls upon the small bouquet on her table. Gently she touches the petals of one flower.
She was surprised when Dr. Watson gifted her the flowers this morning, a warm smile on his lips and a little twinkle in his eyes.
A loud thud disturbs the silence in the house and she already hurries to the door before she registers the clinking of keys.
As she opens the door she is shocked by the sight.
Framed by the shadows of the night and rain her two tenants look like ghosts, both white and pale. Only the blood which even the heavy rain can not wash away stains the face of Dr. Watson, while Mr. Holmes presses his handkerchief to the wound at Watson’s head.
“Ah, Mr. Hudson,” Mr. Holmes grunts, Dr. Watson resting against his shoulder and he holds him tightly upright.
“If it is not a bother it would be nice if you could bring us warm water and some fresh towels.”
Even though is voice is calm and devoid of any emotion Mrs. Hudson is able to see the storm of emotions in his grey eyes which is even stronger than the one nature created this night.
With one last look at the fear in the grey eyes, the strong grip bony hands have on vulnerable shoulders and the bloody handkerchief Mrs. Hudson steps away to her allow her tenants to enter their home.
“Of course, I will also bring a nice cup of tea.”
And in the morning after the storm she will gather some flowers for Dr. Watson’s bedside, if only to get Mr. Holmes to complain about the feminine touch and to bring an amused smile to Dr. Watson’s lips.
She has to take care of her boys after all.