Word Games: A Sherlock Holmes Story
Title: Word Games
Author: azuhra
Fandom: ACD-Bookverse Sherlock Holmes
Word Count: 442
Rating: PG13
Characters: Watson, Holmes
Pairing(s): None. Friendship is the key here.
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys. I just take them out to play.
Prompt: JWP #3 at watsons_woes
Summary:
In which Holmes is consulted by a dapper young chap with a dubious career.
Chapter three of my Untitled JWP story.
Chapter One: Rain for the Cab Man
Chapter Two: Less Than Benign
A/N: I'm having far too much fun with this crazy little story I'm writing. One prompt at a time, of course! 221B's again.
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Upon Holmes's announcement of his thoughts about the coming client, I straightened my back and headed back toward the top drawer of my writing desk. My friend looked up from the client's card then, his lips quirked in a half sort of smile. “I should rephrase, Doctor. I think my client may be what they call a 'fast talker.' Not a violent sort. I have no need of your gun arm, my good man, simply your stolid insight on the matter, if I may have it.”
I stopped course and nodded to my friend. I was thrilled when Holmes allowed me to join him on a case, and more so when he sought the use of my instincts on a matter. “I say, you think the fellow will play games with you? You see these things quite well on your own. Of course, I will be happy to stay none-the-less.”
“We shall see, Watson. Here is our client now.”
Holmes bade entrance to a young chap of no more than twenty and five years. He was clean shaven with long, well trimmed, sideburns. His hair was a light shade of brown, and could be scene as cut quite stylishly when he removed his derby. He wore striped trousers and a waistcoat a the shade of bright purple blooms.
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“Mr. Hunt,” Holmes greeted our client, “I am Sherlock Holmes and this is my friend and colleague Doctor Watson. You are having a problem with honor among your peers. Pray sit down and share with us the details.”
The young gentlemen nodded his head in my direction before sitting on the recently vacated duvet. Holmes perched upon his chair. I fetched a tumbler of brandy for our guest before discreetly retrieving my notebook and taking my own seat by the fire.
“Thank you,” the fellow said to me before returning his attention to Holmes. “As you have likely seen of my card, I am in the business of acquiring and trading antiquities. And you are correct about my problem, though it is a wonder to me that you should know of it when I wrote no such thing to you. My fellow dealers are in the midst of planning a transaction which I find morally reprehensible, though I know not if I am simply being too worried on the matter.”
“Go on, Mr. Hunt. I require information to provide an opinion.”
“Of course, Mr Holmes. If I may ask one question first? If I were to tell you I'm a thief, would you call Scotland Yard and announce you have been consulted by a bandit?”
Author: azuhra
Fandom: ACD-Bookverse Sherlock Holmes
Word Count: 442
Rating: PG13
Characters: Watson, Holmes
Pairing(s): None. Friendship is the key here.
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys. I just take them out to play.
Prompt: JWP #3 at watsons_woes
Summary:
In which Holmes is consulted by a dapper young chap with a dubious career.
Chapter three of my Untitled JWP story.
Chapter One: Rain for the Cab Man
Chapter Two: Less Than Benign
A/N: I'm having far too much fun with this crazy little story I'm writing. One prompt at a time, of course! 221B's again.
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Upon Holmes's announcement of his thoughts about the coming client, I straightened my back and headed back toward the top drawer of my writing desk. My friend looked up from the client's card then, his lips quirked in a half sort of smile. “I should rephrase, Doctor. I think my client may be what they call a 'fast talker.' Not a violent sort. I have no need of your gun arm, my good man, simply your stolid insight on the matter, if I may have it.”
I stopped course and nodded to my friend. I was thrilled when Holmes allowed me to join him on a case, and more so when he sought the use of my instincts on a matter. “I say, you think the fellow will play games with you? You see these things quite well on your own. Of course, I will be happy to stay none-the-less.”
“We shall see, Watson. Here is our client now.”
Holmes bade entrance to a young chap of no more than twenty and five years. He was clean shaven with long, well trimmed, sideburns. His hair was a light shade of brown, and could be scene as cut quite stylishly when he removed his derby. He wore striped trousers and a waistcoat a the shade of bright purple blooms.
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“Mr. Hunt,” Holmes greeted our client, “I am Sherlock Holmes and this is my friend and colleague Doctor Watson. You are having a problem with honor among your peers. Pray sit down and share with us the details.”
The young gentlemen nodded his head in my direction before sitting on the recently vacated duvet. Holmes perched upon his chair. I fetched a tumbler of brandy for our guest before discreetly retrieving my notebook and taking my own seat by the fire.
“Thank you,” the fellow said to me before returning his attention to Holmes. “As you have likely seen of my card, I am in the business of acquiring and trading antiquities. And you are correct about my problem, though it is a wonder to me that you should know of it when I wrote no such thing to you. My fellow dealers are in the midst of planning a transaction which I find morally reprehensible, though I know not if I am simply being too worried on the matter.”
“Go on, Mr. Hunt. I require information to provide an opinion.”
“Of course, Mr Holmes. If I may ask one question first? If I were to tell you I'm a thief, would you call Scotland Yard and announce you have been consulted by a bandit?”