The Abbreviated Journal Of John H. Watson, M.D.
Being the short-hand rendering of the most excellent Holmesian fic Transpostion (ACD-verse) by methylviolet10b . I strongly recommend you read the fic first primarily because a) it is, as I said, most excellent, b) these will make more sense and be funnier that way, and c) this rather gives away the plot and the ending.
The Abbreviated Journal Of John H. Watson, M.D. Entry 1
I kicked some ass, but the bastards still managed to take me down. F*ing chloroform.
JHW
The Abbreviated Journal Of John H. Watson, M.D. Entry 2
What kind of kidnapper locks you in an attic but still provides amenities like ice for your bruises and a candle to see by? Freak.
Want a nap but need to be ready to kick more ass at a moment's notice.
Hm. Wonder if I'm going to get any supper?
JHW
The Abbreviated Journal Of John H. Watson, M.D. Entry 3
Wine and food excellent. Spent the meal playing dumb with a brief break to doctor a serving girl. Head still rotten. "Host" still a freak. Hope Holmes gets here soon.
JHW
The Abbreviated Journal Of John H. Watson, M.D. Entry 4
Slept rotten. Tasty porridge for breakfast, though.
Look as wretched as I feel. Influenza. Just what I didn't need. Neither energy nor opportunity to kick ass today.
Wrote letter to Holmes at King's insistence. Did what he said, sort of, but he was still bloody nasty about it. Sick bastard. Hope I gave him my 'flu.
Back to bed. At least I'll have decent blankets this time.
JHW
The Abbreviated Journal Of John H. Watson, M.D. Entry 5
Too sick to be smart. Badassery failed. F*ing morphine. F*ing box.
"Holmes...?"
*thud*
JHW
The Abbreviated Journal Of John H. Watson, M.D. Entry 6
Sick of 'flu. Sicker of bedroom wallpaper. Drawing room never looked so good!
Lestrade to visit. Finally got the lowdown. L shot Beecher (sadly not fatally). Jenny safe. King still out there. Sent a challenge of sorts.
Should be fun-- *cough; hack*
Stupid 'flu. 'This too shall pass.'
Brandies all around!
JHW
The Abbreviated Journal Of John H. Watson, M.D. Entry 1
I kicked some ass, but the bastards still managed to take me down. F*ing chloroform.
JHW
The Abbreviated Journal Of John H. Watson, M.D. Entry 2
What kind of kidnapper locks you in an attic but still provides amenities like ice for your bruises and a candle to see by? Freak.
Want a nap but need to be ready to kick more ass at a moment's notice.
Hm. Wonder if I'm going to get any supper?
JHW
The Abbreviated Journal Of John H. Watson, M.D. Entry 3
Wine and food excellent. Spent the meal playing dumb with a brief break to doctor a serving girl. Head still rotten. "Host" still a freak. Hope Holmes gets here soon.
JHW
The Abbreviated Journal Of John H. Watson, M.D. Entry 4
Slept rotten. Tasty porridge for breakfast, though.
Look as wretched as I feel. Influenza. Just what I didn't need. Neither energy nor opportunity to kick ass today.
Wrote letter to Holmes at King's insistence. Did what he said, sort of, but he was still bloody nasty about it. Sick bastard. Hope I gave him my 'flu.
Back to bed. At least I'll have decent blankets this time.
JHW
The Abbreviated Journal Of John H. Watson, M.D. Entry 5
Too sick to be smart. Badassery failed. F*ing morphine. F*ing box.
"Holmes...?"
*thud*
JHW
The Abbreviated Journal Of John H. Watson, M.D. Entry 6
Sick of 'flu. Sicker of bedroom wallpaper. Drawing room never looked so good!
Lestrade to visit. Finally got the lowdown. L shot Beecher (sadly not fatally). Jenny safe. King still out there. Sent a challenge of sorts.
Should be fun-- *cough; hack*
Stupid 'flu. 'This too shall pass.'
Brandies all around!
JHW