Rain for The Cab Man: A Sherlock Holmes Story
Title: Rain for the Cab Man
Author: azuhra (Daughter of Chaos on FF.net)
Fandom: ACD-Bookverse Sherlock Holmes
Word Count: 442
Rating: PG13
Characters: Watson, Holmes, and a cabbie (not the Jefferson Hope kind)
Pairing(s): None.
Warnings: Minor blood warning.
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys. And the Cab Man hardly counts. I just take them out to play.
Prompt: JWP #1 at watsons_woes
Summary: A cabbie has to deal with a crazy and demanding passenger in a rainstorm.
A/N: I hope this adequately fills the prompt. But then, KCS was kind enough to leave it fairly open to interpretation. I'm also wondering if I'm creative enough to tie future prompts to this one in something of a full on story format. Wouldn't that be fun? Also, double 221B's! (Thank you KCS for that format, this is only my second time trying it out :))
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There's not much a bloke what drives a hansom cab can do about crazy toffs. An' then I get this real crazy one flaggin' me down in the middle of a downpour. What could I do? I know what I wanted to do. I wanted to go home and cozy up with my wife by the fire in dry clothes. Of course, a man can't rightfully earn his supper iffn' he isn't willing to pick up crazy passengers in rainstorms or any other sort of weather.
This one, though, he comes runnin' out in front o' my horse all arms and long legs and flapping overcoat. O' course I stop. The toff, he leaps in in one bound and directs me in a truly masterly tone to whip up my horse and drive us 'round the corner. I says “Yes Gov,” while thinking he best be payin' me good for this.
I makes it round the corner barely more than the span o' my horse when my passenger hails me to stop and wait and jumps to the sidewalk. I watched him take to a street lamp in three steps, where I first sees that a man be leanin' might heavy-like against it. I can't see much o' this second bloke, except a wet and muddy lookin' overcoat and bowler.
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The man leaning against the light post looked up a bit stiff and slow like on approach of my passenger. He had himself a fine blonde mustache and the sort o' face t'would make girls blush at. Man had a look of only hazily recognizing my passenger when he approached, and I looked again at how he leaned on that light pole for support. Could be my crazy toff as picking up a drunken friend. They'd be payin' extra were he to sick-up in my cab.
Only I saw real quick that drink weren't the problem. The tall toff with his dark hair and his abrupt manners was gentle in pulling the other bloke's arm over his shoulder and hobbling him toward my cab. And then I sees it. The long tear in the shorter man's right trouser leg. Went from mid-thigh down past the bloke's knee. He was bleedin' bad but for a dirty bandage wrapped about his leg.
This suddenly wasn't some crazy rain-soaked rich bloke and his drunken buddy. This was serious. I jumps from my seat to offer an arm to the two in helping the wounded man up. I offered to take them to hospital. Only, they refused. So I takes em' to Baker Street like they says, and watch the rain wash away the blood.
Author: azuhra (Daughter of Chaos on FF.net)
Fandom: ACD-Bookverse Sherlock Holmes
Word Count: 442
Rating: PG13
Characters: Watson, Holmes, and a cabbie (not the Jefferson Hope kind)
Pairing(s): None.
Warnings: Minor blood warning.
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys. And the Cab Man hardly counts. I just take them out to play.
Prompt: JWP #1 at watsons_woes
Summary: A cabbie has to deal with a crazy and demanding passenger in a rainstorm.
A/N: I hope this adequately fills the prompt. But then, KCS was kind enough to leave it fairly open to interpretation. I'm also wondering if I'm creative enough to tie future prompts to this one in something of a full on story format. Wouldn't that be fun? Also, double 221B's! (Thank you KCS for that format, this is only my second time trying it out :))
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There's not much a bloke what drives a hansom cab can do about crazy toffs. An' then I get this real crazy one flaggin' me down in the middle of a downpour. What could I do? I know what I wanted to do. I wanted to go home and cozy up with my wife by the fire in dry clothes. Of course, a man can't rightfully earn his supper iffn' he isn't willing to pick up crazy passengers in rainstorms or any other sort of weather.
This one, though, he comes runnin' out in front o' my horse all arms and long legs and flapping overcoat. O' course I stop. The toff, he leaps in in one bound and directs me in a truly masterly tone to whip up my horse and drive us 'round the corner. I says “Yes Gov,” while thinking he best be payin' me good for this.
I makes it round the corner barely more than the span o' my horse when my passenger hails me to stop and wait and jumps to the sidewalk. I watched him take to a street lamp in three steps, where I first sees that a man be leanin' might heavy-like against it. I can't see much o' this second bloke, except a wet and muddy lookin' overcoat and bowler.
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The man leaning against the light post looked up a bit stiff and slow like on approach of my passenger. He had himself a fine blonde mustache and the sort o' face t'would make girls blush at. Man had a look of only hazily recognizing my passenger when he approached, and I looked again at how he leaned on that light pole for support. Could be my crazy toff as picking up a drunken friend. They'd be payin' extra were he to sick-up in my cab.
Only I saw real quick that drink weren't the problem. The tall toff with his dark hair and his abrupt manners was gentle in pulling the other bloke's arm over his shoulder and hobbling him toward my cab. And then I sees it. The long tear in the shorter man's right trouser leg. Went from mid-thigh down past the bloke's knee. He was bleedin' bad but for a dirty bandage wrapped about his leg.
This suddenly wasn't some crazy rain-soaked rich bloke and his drunken buddy. This was serious. I jumps from my seat to offer an arm to the two in helping the wounded man up. I offered to take them to hospital. Only, they refused. So I takes em' to Baker Street like they says, and watch the rain wash away the blood.