Ransom Him
Title: Ransom Him
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes
Characters: J. Watson, S. Holmes, 3 OC's (Martin the Irregular, Ianto and Merrilyn Holmes)
Table: Five
Prompt: #80. Trapped
Word Count: 592 words
Rating: PG
Summary: "What are we looking for, Mama?"
Author's Notes: Warnings, AU (unexpected), female!Watson, married!Holmes. Part Three of Four.
Mycroft had an important meeting with someone or other (he didn't say who it was) that he could not miss or reschedule, so Watson and the twins quickly said good bye to him before leaving Whitehall for the streets of Whitechapel.
Watson, Ianto and Merrilyn close on their mother's heels, traced the route her former roommate, Mary Morstan had taken on that fateful day so many years ago, bearing a message of hope for the lady doctor who had shared rooms with her for several years before she had married Sherlock Holmes.
"What are we looking for, Mama?" Ianto asked.
"I'll know when I see it," Watson replied.
"Mama, I just saw Papa!" exclaimed Merrilyn all of a sudden, pointing out a tall, thin man dressed all in solemn black, sharply contrasted by his blonde hair, pale skin, and the stark white of his Roman collar.
Watson opened her mouth to correct her daughter's mistake, but the priest's reaction to the young girl's cry stopped her.
His eyes flashed briefly with recognition. Recognition mingled with fear.
"Mama!" cried Ianto as a trio of thick-muscled men converged on the disguised detective.
"I know, Ianto," murmured Watson, torn between keeping Ianto and Merrilyn safely out of harm's way and coming to her husband's aid.
"Doctor Watson, Oi can make sure tha' Ianto an' Merry make it 'ome safely ta Baker Street," a young voice offered from the shadows nearby.
"Thank you, Martin," Watson said to the Irregular. To her children, the doctor said, "Ianto, Merry, go with Martin. He'll take you home."
"What about Papa?" Merrilyn asked, but Watson had already rushed off to her husband's side.
"Don't yew worry 'bout Mister 'Olmes, Merry," Martin insisted. "'Im an' yer mum are great fighters, Oi've seen 'em fight loads o' times afore."
"You have?" Ianto asked, eager to hear more about his parents' adventures.
Martin nodded.
"Oi'll tell yew all 'bout it on our way ta Baker Street," he promised.
~*~
In the damp darkness of the cellar that served as their prison cell, Holmes tested the ropes that bound him hand and foot.
He was not at all pleased to discover that whomever had tied the knots had known what he was doing.
"Watson?" he called into the gloom.
"I'm here, Holmes," the doctor replied.
"Are you alright?" the detective asked.
"Just a few bumps and bruises, Holmes," she replied. "Though I do wish that whomever tied me up hadn't tied the knots so tightly, having my hands behind my back like this aggravates my war wound."
"I would like to give him a piece of my mind about these knots too," Holmes remarked. "What about Ianto and Merry? Are they alright?"
"Martin's taking them home," Watson replied.
"Martin?"
"One of the Irregulars, Wiggins' cousin," Watson replied.
"Oh, that Martin."
"Who did you think I was talking about?"
"One of the male prostitutes you're friendly with," Holmes sheepishly admitted.
"His name isn't Martin, the man you're thinking of," Watson remarked.
"Oh? What is his name then?"
"Jude," replied Watson, her eyeroll hidden from view by the darkness of the cellar.
"Ah, yes, him," Holmes affirmed.
"Holmes, what are you not telling me?" Watson asked, hearing something off in her husband's voice.
Holmes swore under his breath, clearly he had hoped that Watson wouldn't see right thru him like usual, before he answered the doctor's question.
"Our captors have no intention of letting either one of us leave this cellar alive, Watson," he informed her. "In fact, I can hear them on the stairs now."
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Fandom: Sherlock Holmes
Characters: J. Watson, S. Holmes, 3 OC's (Martin the Irregular, Ianto and Merrilyn Holmes)
Table: Five
Prompt: #80. Trapped
Word Count: 592 words
Rating: PG
Summary: "What are we looking for, Mama?"
Author's Notes: Warnings, AU (unexpected), female!Watson, married!Holmes. Part Three of Four.
Mycroft had an important meeting with someone or other (he didn't say who it was) that he could not miss or reschedule, so Watson and the twins quickly said good bye to him before leaving Whitehall for the streets of Whitechapel.
Watson, Ianto and Merrilyn close on their mother's heels, traced the route her former roommate, Mary Morstan had taken on that fateful day so many years ago, bearing a message of hope for the lady doctor who had shared rooms with her for several years before she had married Sherlock Holmes.
"What are we looking for, Mama?" Ianto asked.
"I'll know when I see it," Watson replied.
"Mama, I just saw Papa!" exclaimed Merrilyn all of a sudden, pointing out a tall, thin man dressed all in solemn black, sharply contrasted by his blonde hair, pale skin, and the stark white of his Roman collar.
Watson opened her mouth to correct her daughter's mistake, but the priest's reaction to the young girl's cry stopped her.
His eyes flashed briefly with recognition. Recognition mingled with fear.
"Mama!" cried Ianto as a trio of thick-muscled men converged on the disguised detective.
"I know, Ianto," murmured Watson, torn between keeping Ianto and Merrilyn safely out of harm's way and coming to her husband's aid.
"Doctor Watson, Oi can make sure tha' Ianto an' Merry make it 'ome safely ta Baker Street," a young voice offered from the shadows nearby.
"Thank you, Martin," Watson said to the Irregular. To her children, the doctor said, "Ianto, Merry, go with Martin. He'll take you home."
"What about Papa?" Merrilyn asked, but Watson had already rushed off to her husband's side.
"Don't yew worry 'bout Mister 'Olmes, Merry," Martin insisted. "'Im an' yer mum are great fighters, Oi've seen 'em fight loads o' times afore."
"You have?" Ianto asked, eager to hear more about his parents' adventures.
Martin nodded.
"Oi'll tell yew all 'bout it on our way ta Baker Street," he promised.
~*~
In the damp darkness of the cellar that served as their prison cell, Holmes tested the ropes that bound him hand and foot.
He was not at all pleased to discover that whomever had tied the knots had known what he was doing.
"Watson?" he called into the gloom.
"I'm here, Holmes," the doctor replied.
"Are you alright?" the detective asked.
"Just a few bumps and bruises, Holmes," she replied. "Though I do wish that whomever tied me up hadn't tied the knots so tightly, having my hands behind my back like this aggravates my war wound."
"I would like to give him a piece of my mind about these knots too," Holmes remarked. "What about Ianto and Merry? Are they alright?"
"Martin's taking them home," Watson replied.
"Martin?"
"One of the Irregulars, Wiggins' cousin," Watson replied.
"Oh, that Martin."
"Who did you think I was talking about?"
"One of the male prostitutes you're friendly with," Holmes sheepishly admitted.
"His name isn't Martin, the man you're thinking of," Watson remarked.
"Oh? What is his name then?"
"Jude," replied Watson, her eyeroll hidden from view by the darkness of the cellar.
"Ah, yes, him," Holmes affirmed.
"Holmes, what are you not telling me?" Watson asked, hearing something off in her husband's voice.
Holmes swore under his breath, clearly he had hoped that Watson wouldn't see right thru him like usual, before he answered the doctor's question.
"Our captors have no intention of letting either one of us leave this cellar alive, Watson," he informed her. "In fact, I can hear them on the stairs now."
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