FILL: The Choice (1/2)
anonymous
October 20 2010, 15:13:18 UTC
It has something to do with auras. Auras and the chemical foam he's stumbled upon in a late night experiment during one of Watson's interminable absences from the home, now at all and any hour of the day or night.
A bright, oval aura and he knows what it is. It's a conduit to another time and he, Sherlock Holmes has discovered it.
For all the good that will do him.
The day is coming. In one week, at the most two, Watson will be leaving Holmes forever. The good doctor's already turned cold in anticipation because Watson likes to think it will be easier for them to part on poor terms or at least easier for him because Watson doesn't understand his own mind
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FILL: The Choice (2/2)
anonymous
October 20 2010, 15:14:10 UTC
He wakes up on the floor of his flat, which is as messy as ever, but not quite as cluttered. Is he still at Baker Street?
No, he's somewhere else, somewhere in the wharf district if the smell is anything to go by. Holmes sits up, trying to get his bearings. His files ... they are nowhere to be seen and there are odd bags lying in one corner.
Money bags, with the marks of banks on them. A pile of jewels sits on a table, with a sorting lens. There's a scale and a box of bullets and guns leaning against the wall. So many ... he seems to own a good half-dozen guns now.
His blood runs cold.
Holmes scrambles to his feet and there's a folded newspaper lying by the door. He opens it and reads ...
"Criminal Mastermind Strikes Again! Bank of London Robbed! The Gentleman Bandit Always One Step Ahead!"The paper falls. Holmes stumbles back and the room spins. This ... this is not what he meant to happen. He just wanted ... but ... not ... but
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A bright, oval aura and he knows what it is. It's a conduit to another time and he, Sherlock Holmes has discovered it.
For all the good that will do him.
The day is coming. In one week, at the most two, Watson will be leaving Holmes forever. The good doctor's already turned cold in anticipation because Watson likes to think it will be easier for them to part on poor terms or at least easier for him because Watson doesn't understand his own mind ( ... )
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He wakes up on the floor of his flat, which is as messy as ever, but not quite as cluttered. Is he still at Baker Street?
No, he's somewhere else, somewhere in the wharf district if the smell is anything to go by. Holmes sits up, trying to get his bearings. His files ... they are nowhere to be seen and there are odd bags lying in one corner.
Money bags, with the marks of banks on them. A pile of jewels sits on a table, with a sorting lens. There's a scale and a box of bullets and guns leaning against the wall. So many ... he seems to own a good half-dozen guns now.
His blood runs cold.
Holmes scrambles to his feet and there's a folded newspaper lying by the door. He opens it and reads ...
"Criminal Mastermind Strikes Again! Bank of London Robbed! The Gentleman Bandit Always One Step Ahead!"The paper falls. Holmes stumbles back and the room spins. This ... this is not what he meant to happen. He just wanted ... but ... not ... but ( ... )
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This, wow, this is excellently done! The irony, it burns, but you sure did a good job of it!
Wonderfully well done, you.
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I love it. That's all I can say.
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This is wonderful. So heart-breakingly wonderful...
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This is a perfect example.
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This was great, anon. Beautifully ironic.
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That was brilliant! Terrible, and gave me goose bumps, but still brilliant!
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