[Sherlock Holmes ACD] --- Happy Anniversary (JWP#28 2015)
Title: Happy Anniversary
Theme: Watson's Woes July Writing Prompts 2015
Prompt: JWP #28 Bad, Bad, oh so Bad! Whether it's bad art, bad fiction, or just plain awful, let the badness inspire you in some way today. Take a bad song and make it better, or make it so bad it's good? It's up to you!
Author: Alaylith
Rating: General Audiences
Universe: ACD
Characters: Watson, Holmes
WordCount: 734
Summary: Watson forgot his wedding anniversary and now he is asking Holmes for advice. Surprisingly Holmes has a good idea.
A/N: where are these monsters coming from suddenly? and they are not even good ones. :/ written in a rush and in honour of my own parents' anniversary today. Btw, it is my mother who forgot the date. XD
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"Just what do I do, Holmes?" Watson asks with such despair that Holmes can not help but laugh.
"Hooolmes," Watson pouts, even though he would never admit to it and Holmes tries to suppress his amusement.
"I beg your forgiveness, my dear friend, I was not laughing about you. Well, maybe a bit," he amends with a chuckle and Watson rolls his eyes, giving his own chuckle.
"But you do know that I am not the right person to ask for advide, Watson."
Watson sighs and rubs his neck and Holmes can only shake his head amusedly. "Really, Watson - is it such a crime? Your wife is such an understanding woman, I am quite sure that she will forgive you."
"But it is our wedding anniversary and I forgot it!" Watson exclaims, throwing his arms in the air.
"And now it is to late to get anything! Of course, Mary would surely forgive me, it is just..." He sighs and rubs his eyes tiredly. "I wanted to make this day special.
I wanted to get her a gift. I wanted to show her hoch much I love her."
Holmes claps him on the shoulder, giving him a gentle shake. "Mary knows that you love her and she knows that you would move Heaven and Earth for her if possible.
And she more than anyone else understands how tiring your work is - never forget you helping me with my cases - and as such forgetting the date is excuseable."
Watson lets his shoulders drop, a sad and weary frown twisting his lips.
Holmes looks at him for a moment thoughtfully, then gives a silent shout and runs into his bedroom.
A few moments and bumps later he returns with a book in his hands, it's expensive dark red cover glints in the firelight.
"What is that, Holmes?" Watson asks curiously and Holmes hands it over.
Stories of Love is the title engraved with beautiful golden letters and Watson stares at it with surprise. "Holmes, why do you have a book about love?"
Holmes rolls his eyes and takes it back, going over to the mantle. "It was a gift from a female admirer; I used it as support for some of my boxes.
I must admit I did leaf through it and let me tell you, it is the worst kind of drivel I have ever read. The poetry, grammatical mistakes and contents of the stories and poems are just bad."
"And you think I should gift that Mary?" Watson asks, while cocking an eyebrow questiongly.
Holmes does not answer, but instead takes his knife from the mantle and starts to cut out the pages, before throwing them into the fire.
Watson, knowing that he will not get an answer, just watches bemusedly and patiently waits for Holmes to finish.
After Holmes had removed all pages he goes over to Watson's old writing desk and takes out several sheet of paper.
He folds them so that they have the same size as the book and then he binds them to the spine with a cord.
He then presents it to Watson and it looks almost like a real book again; the beautiful cover with the title still intact and empty pages within.
Watson looks at Holmes, whose expression has changed slightly and he looks almost bashful.
"You can give that to Mary and tell her that you two have to write the stories for the book together. She loves your stories after all."
Watson blinks at him for a long moment, but then a bright smile lightens up his face and the whole room.
"Holmes! You are brilliant! And I do not mean any insult, but I never thought it possible for you to being this romantic."
Holmes shudders theatrically with a put upon disgusted expression on his face. "Do not be ridiculous, Watson, I just made something good out of something very bad. And I do not just mean bad, but awful."
They look at each other for a moment and then they both break into amused laughter.
"Now do hurry, Watson, you have been hiding here long enough," Holmes says with twinkling eyes and gives Watson a little push towards the door.
"Thank you, Holmes," Watson says with deep affection colouring his voice and takes his leave.
As the door closes Watson can still hear Holmes' low parting words. "Happy anniversary, my dear Watson."
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Theme: Watson's Woes July Writing Prompts 2015
Prompt: JWP #28 Bad, Bad, oh so Bad! Whether it's bad art, bad fiction, or just plain awful, let the badness inspire you in some way today. Take a bad song and make it better, or make it so bad it's good? It's up to you!
Author: Alaylith
Rating: General Audiences
Universe: ACD
Characters: Watson, Holmes
WordCount: 734
Summary: Watson forgot his wedding anniversary and now he is asking Holmes for advice. Surprisingly Holmes has a good idea.
A/N: where are these monsters coming from suddenly? and they are not even good ones. :/ written in a rush and in honour of my own parents' anniversary today. Btw, it is my mother who forgot the date. XD
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"Just what do I do, Holmes?" Watson asks with such despair that Holmes can not help but laugh.
"Hooolmes," Watson pouts, even though he would never admit to it and Holmes tries to suppress his amusement.
"I beg your forgiveness, my dear friend, I was not laughing about you. Well, maybe a bit," he amends with a chuckle and Watson rolls his eyes, giving his own chuckle.
"But you do know that I am not the right person to ask for advide, Watson."
Watson sighs and rubs his neck and Holmes can only shake his head amusedly. "Really, Watson - is it such a crime? Your wife is such an understanding woman, I am quite sure that she will forgive you."
"But it is our wedding anniversary and I forgot it!" Watson exclaims, throwing his arms in the air.
"And now it is to late to get anything! Of course, Mary would surely forgive me, it is just..." He sighs and rubs his eyes tiredly. "I wanted to make this day special.
I wanted to get her a gift. I wanted to show her hoch much I love her."
Holmes claps him on the shoulder, giving him a gentle shake. "Mary knows that you love her and she knows that you would move Heaven and Earth for her if possible.
And she more than anyone else understands how tiring your work is - never forget you helping me with my cases - and as such forgetting the date is excuseable."
Watson lets his shoulders drop, a sad and weary frown twisting his lips.
Holmes looks at him for a moment thoughtfully, then gives a silent shout and runs into his bedroom.
A few moments and bumps later he returns with a book in his hands, it's expensive dark red cover glints in the firelight.
"What is that, Holmes?" Watson asks curiously and Holmes hands it over.
Stories of Love is the title engraved with beautiful golden letters and Watson stares at it with surprise. "Holmes, why do you have a book about love?"
Holmes rolls his eyes and takes it back, going over to the mantle. "It was a gift from a female admirer; I used it as support for some of my boxes.
I must admit I did leaf through it and let me tell you, it is the worst kind of drivel I have ever read. The poetry, grammatical mistakes and contents of the stories and poems are just bad."
"And you think I should gift that Mary?" Watson asks, while cocking an eyebrow questiongly.
Holmes does not answer, but instead takes his knife from the mantle and starts to cut out the pages, before throwing them into the fire.
Watson, knowing that he will not get an answer, just watches bemusedly and patiently waits for Holmes to finish.
After Holmes had removed all pages he goes over to Watson's old writing desk and takes out several sheet of paper.
He folds them so that they have the same size as the book and then he binds them to the spine with a cord.
He then presents it to Watson and it looks almost like a real book again; the beautiful cover with the title still intact and empty pages within.
Watson looks at Holmes, whose expression has changed slightly and he looks almost bashful.
"You can give that to Mary and tell her that you two have to write the stories for the book together. She loves your stories after all."
Watson blinks at him for a long moment, but then a bright smile lightens up his face and the whole room.
"Holmes! You are brilliant! And I do not mean any insult, but I never thought it possible for you to being this romantic."
Holmes shudders theatrically with a put upon disgusted expression on his face. "Do not be ridiculous, Watson, I just made something good out of something very bad. And I do not just mean bad, but awful."
They look at each other for a moment and then they both break into amused laughter.
"Now do hurry, Watson, you have been hiding here long enough," Holmes says with twinkling eyes and gives Watson a little push towards the door.
"Thank you, Holmes," Watson says with deep affection colouring his voice and takes his leave.
As the door closes Watson can still hear Holmes' low parting words. "Happy anniversary, my dear Watson."
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