Talisman
Title: Talisman
Author: Alaylith
Rating: G
Characters: Holmes, Watson
Summary: Holmes does not believe in talismans - until now. (July Prompt 13)
WordCount: 577
Prompt: July 13 ~~~ Superstition
Author's Note: This plot bunny jumped me immediatly when I read the word. This prompt really fits into my story series, especially after the last part where it was cleared as to how Holmes was able to survive the shooting. As such this story takes place right after Falling. Sadly it did not turn out as I wished it did, but still it fits. Now I've got an idea for a later part, hopefully there is going to be a prompt for it! ^^
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“This is for you.”
Holmes looked up surprised as a silver cigarette case entered his vision, a dark hand connected to it.
Holmes followed the arm up to Watson’s face who smiled warmly.
“Whatever for, my friend? I do not think that I did anything which deserves a gift,” Holmes murmured, eyeing the case bemused.
“Do I need a reason to give you a present?” Watson asked amused and Holmes shrugged slightly. “That’s normally the case.”
“And you are so normal, Holmes,” Watson chuckled and continued to hold out the case. Holmes finally took it and looked at the inscription;
J.H. Watson
“Why does it carry your name?” Holmes asked bewildered and Watson lowered his eyes. A tinge of red coloured his cheeks.
“Well…” Watson did not continue and Holmes looked at him for a long moment, while his finger absently rubbed over the words.
“Let’s just say that this way I am with you even if I am not,” Watson finally murmured and Holmes blinked astonished.
Then a small smile crossed his lips. “A talisman, then. You do know that that’s just superstition?”
“Does it really matter?” Watson said and looked at him with his own warm smile. “As long as we believe it, it is not important if it’s real or not. And I believe it.”
Holmes groans, his ears ringing and his chest feels like it did when Mycroft fell on him as a child - a big child.
It only takes a second for Holmes to remember what happened when he hears a horse cry and immediately sits up to look for Watson.
He sees Watson struggling with the man who shot him and blind panic fills Holmes’ heart when he sees Watson and the man disappearing in the darkness.
“Watson!”
Holmes scrambles forward, his legs and arms are shaky from the shock and he looks over the edge. His heart stops still as he recognizes Watson’s still form on the ground.
“Watson!”
Holmes can not remember how he reaches him, but he does reach him and falls to his knees at Watson’s side. He takes him into his arms, a cry of anguish leaving his mouth as he sees the blood at his head and he gently wipes bloody strands of hair from a pale forehead.
“Watson?” he asks and his voice wavers with fear. But there is no answer and he swallows a sob as he strengthens his hold around his friend and starts to sway slightly.
“Watson…”
It feels like eternity until he feels a shift in the other body and as he looks down he is overjoyed to see the eyes of his dearest friend looking up at him.
“H’mes…?”
“Watson… It is alright, everything’s alright. It’s okay,” Holmes stutters and he takes out his handkerchief to press to the wound at Watson’s head.
“How… you…?” Watson asks slurred and Holmes blinks surprised. He pats at his own chest where he knows the bullet must have hit him and with wonderment he reaches into his jacket to retrieve a silver cigarette case.
Right in the middle of it sticks the bullet and beneath it are words forming one name:
J.H. Watson
Tears sting at his eyes and he can only stare at the inscribed name. He takes a shuddering breath and looks at his friend.
“Remind me to get you your own talisman, Watson. I believe it is time for you to start carrying me around with you as well.”
Author: Alaylith
Rating: G
Characters: Holmes, Watson
Summary: Holmes does not believe in talismans - until now. (July Prompt 13)
WordCount: 577
Prompt: July 13 ~~~ Superstition
Author's Note: This plot bunny jumped me immediatly when I read the word. This prompt really fits into my story series, especially after the last part where it was cleared as to how Holmes was able to survive the shooting. As such this story takes place right after Falling. Sadly it did not turn out as I wished it did, but still it fits. Now I've got an idea for a later part, hopefully there is going to be a prompt for it! ^^
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“This is for you.”
Holmes looked up surprised as a silver cigarette case entered his vision, a dark hand connected to it.
Holmes followed the arm up to Watson’s face who smiled warmly.
“Whatever for, my friend? I do not think that I did anything which deserves a gift,” Holmes murmured, eyeing the case bemused.
“Do I need a reason to give you a present?” Watson asked amused and Holmes shrugged slightly. “That’s normally the case.”
“And you are so normal, Holmes,” Watson chuckled and continued to hold out the case. Holmes finally took it and looked at the inscription;
J.H. Watson
“Why does it carry your name?” Holmes asked bewildered and Watson lowered his eyes. A tinge of red coloured his cheeks.
“Well…” Watson did not continue and Holmes looked at him for a long moment, while his finger absently rubbed over the words.
“Let’s just say that this way I am with you even if I am not,” Watson finally murmured and Holmes blinked astonished.
Then a small smile crossed his lips. “A talisman, then. You do know that that’s just superstition?”
“Does it really matter?” Watson said and looked at him with his own warm smile. “As long as we believe it, it is not important if it’s real or not. And I believe it.”
Holmes groans, his ears ringing and his chest feels like it did when Mycroft fell on him as a child - a big child.
It only takes a second for Holmes to remember what happened when he hears a horse cry and immediately sits up to look for Watson.
He sees Watson struggling with the man who shot him and blind panic fills Holmes’ heart when he sees Watson and the man disappearing in the darkness.
“Watson!”
Holmes scrambles forward, his legs and arms are shaky from the shock and he looks over the edge. His heart stops still as he recognizes Watson’s still form on the ground.
“Watson!”
Holmes can not remember how he reaches him, but he does reach him and falls to his knees at Watson’s side. He takes him into his arms, a cry of anguish leaving his mouth as he sees the blood at his head and he gently wipes bloody strands of hair from a pale forehead.
“Watson?” he asks and his voice wavers with fear. But there is no answer and he swallows a sob as he strengthens his hold around his friend and starts to sway slightly.
“Watson…”
It feels like eternity until he feels a shift in the other body and as he looks down he is overjoyed to see the eyes of his dearest friend looking up at him.
“H’mes…?”
“Watson… It is alright, everything’s alright. It’s okay,” Holmes stutters and he takes out his handkerchief to press to the wound at Watson’s head.
“How… you…?” Watson asks slurred and Holmes blinks surprised. He pats at his own chest where he knows the bullet must have hit him and with wonderment he reaches into his jacket to retrieve a silver cigarette case.
Right in the middle of it sticks the bullet and beneath it are words forming one name:
J.H. Watson
Tears sting at his eyes and he can only stare at the inscribed name. He takes a shuddering breath and looks at his friend.
“Remind me to get you your own talisman, Watson. I believe it is time for you to start carrying me around with you as well.”