Wrong Decision
Title: Wrong Decision
Author: Alaylith
Rating: G
Characters: Holmes, Watson, bad man (the same from Blood Revenge)
Summary: Holmes realizes that he made the wrong decision. (July Amnesty Prompt 03)
WordCount: 452
Prompt: Amnesty 03 ~~~ Pivotal plot point, aka The Road Less Traveled. Take a scene, either from a known canon or one of your own stories, and re-write that scene into an AU, with one or more characters making a radical change from their previous behavior. Show how one decision can swing the pendulum completely the opposite direction.
Author's Note:This one was quite difficult, as I do not have soo many stories to choose from. All my July prompts are connected so it was impossible to take a scene from those. I choose now my older story Guns, which was my entry for the WW challenge 03 (thus pretty old stuff). I changed a little bit with the situation, but generally kept the same scene - hope it is okay like this. Happens after Peace and Quiet; for the exact time look at my Master Post later (*nudge nudge*).
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“The great Sherlock Holmes on his knees. What a picture,” sneers Matthews and I wipe my mouth.
“Did you really think you could overthrow me - alone?” Matthews asks.
I really thought so, but I will not say it. It does not happen often that I am wrong and it is bitter.
But Watson is safe after all.
This man kidnapped and almost murdered Watson to take his revenge on me. That was a fault.
No one touches Watson.
But I did not wish to take any chances with his life again.
As soon as Matthews fled I brought Watson back to the country house with the excuse of getting his gun.
At first I thought I should send him back alone after hiding the weapon, knowing that he would search for the gun as long as his stubborn streak will not fade (which is never), thinking I would wait for him that long.
I do not like to deceive him like this, but I will not endanger him.
But I knew that this would be too dangerous. As soon as he realized that he was unable to find the gun he would have followed me unarmed and I could not risk that.
Thus instead of hiding his gun I waited until his back was turned and then took a cloth imbued with chloroform out of my pocket. I rarely felt such remorse as in that moment when I held the cloth over his mouth and he dropped limply into my arms.
“Any last words, Mr. Holmes?” Matthews mocks and I stare at him silently.
He aims his gun at my head and I close my eyes.
Watson is safe - that is all that matters.
A hoarse shout reaches my ears and I whip my head around. A figure limps through the snow in the valley beneath us towards us.
I stare numbly as Watson stumbles, but continues through the snow, his eyes fixed on the two of us.
Matthews laughs coldly. “I was wondering where he was! But I should have known that he would come.”
So should I, I think and swallow thickly.
Even at this distance I can see that Watson is still numb with the effects of the drug, but nevertheless draws nearer to our position.
As I look up at the victorious expression on Matthew’s face as he watches the stumbling figure, I realize something horrible.
Through my actions Watson is in even greater danger than before and it is my fault alone.
I made the wrong decision and seeing the look in Matthew’s eyes I know who has to pay the price.
I just hope that we both survive so I am able to beg Watson’s forgiveness.
Author: Alaylith
Rating: G
Characters: Holmes, Watson, bad man (the same from Blood Revenge)
Summary: Holmes realizes that he made the wrong decision. (July Amnesty Prompt 03)
WordCount: 452
Prompt: Amnesty 03 ~~~ Pivotal plot point, aka The Road Less Traveled. Take a scene, either from a known canon or one of your own stories, and re-write that scene into an AU, with one or more characters making a radical change from their previous behavior. Show how one decision can swing the pendulum completely the opposite direction.
Author's Note:This one was quite difficult, as I do not have soo many stories to choose from. All my July prompts are connected so it was impossible to take a scene from those. I choose now my older story Guns, which was my entry for the WW challenge 03 (thus pretty old stuff). I changed a little bit with the situation, but generally kept the same scene - hope it is okay like this. Happens after Peace and Quiet; for the exact time look at my Master Post later (*nudge nudge*).
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“The great Sherlock Holmes on his knees. What a picture,” sneers Matthews and I wipe my mouth.
“Did you really think you could overthrow me - alone?” Matthews asks.
I really thought so, but I will not say it. It does not happen often that I am wrong and it is bitter.
But Watson is safe after all.
This man kidnapped and almost murdered Watson to take his revenge on me. That was a fault.
No one touches Watson.
But I did not wish to take any chances with his life again.
As soon as Matthews fled I brought Watson back to the country house with the excuse of getting his gun.
At first I thought I should send him back alone after hiding the weapon, knowing that he would search for the gun as long as his stubborn streak will not fade (which is never), thinking I would wait for him that long.
I do not like to deceive him like this, but I will not endanger him.
But I knew that this would be too dangerous. As soon as he realized that he was unable to find the gun he would have followed me unarmed and I could not risk that.
Thus instead of hiding his gun I waited until his back was turned and then took a cloth imbued with chloroform out of my pocket. I rarely felt such remorse as in that moment when I held the cloth over his mouth and he dropped limply into my arms.
“Any last words, Mr. Holmes?” Matthews mocks and I stare at him silently.
He aims his gun at my head and I close my eyes.
Watson is safe - that is all that matters.
A hoarse shout reaches my ears and I whip my head around. A figure limps through the snow in the valley beneath us towards us.
I stare numbly as Watson stumbles, but continues through the snow, his eyes fixed on the two of us.
Matthews laughs coldly. “I was wondering where he was! But I should have known that he would come.”
So should I, I think and swallow thickly.
Even at this distance I can see that Watson is still numb with the effects of the drug, but nevertheless draws nearer to our position.
As I look up at the victorious expression on Matthew’s face as he watches the stumbling figure, I realize something horrible.
Through my actions Watson is in even greater danger than before and it is my fault alone.
I made the wrong decision and seeing the look in Matthew’s eyes I know who has to pay the price.
I just hope that we both survive so I am able to beg Watson’s forgiveness.