Fanfic
Fanfic from another comm I'm debating about leaving (sometimes), so figured I'd post this here for not to loosing it.
Title: What Mrs. Hudson Knew.
Author: Wendy Raimi
Pairing/Characters: Holmes/Watson
Rating: G, maybe PG
Word Count: Uh...yes, there are words. Oh fine, 330
Spoilers: Makes references to things in the trailer and a tiny scene from the movie. Probably best to read it after you've seen the movie.
Notes/Warnings: Has some anti-gay overtones that do not reflect the views of the author at all, what so ever. Otherwise, this is pretty chaste.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything but the idea of this fic and the words I wrote it with. This was also written right now in the LJ posting box, so not beta'd or anything. This is also the first posted fanfic I've written in roughly 6 years.
It was not the sound of gunfire. No, that produced an odor and happened when the Master was not on a case.
It was not the sound of the dog, who, when not being experimented upon, would take to flopping onto the floor, or bump into the table for attention.
It was not the sound of an experiment, again, something that would cause an odor - usually.
It was the unmistakable sound of a bed frame being wracked to pieces, and specifically against both the floor and the wall, hence why in her little basement kitchen Mrs. Hudson could hear it. She knew for a fact it was just the two of them up there, Dr. Watson and Mr. Holmes. No one had come to see them for days.
It was illegal for two men to do what they were doing currently. She did not approve really. She didn't want to think about two men doing what only a man and his wife should be doing. However, the other illegal things that happened in this house, all the other annoyances she had put up with, this could only be added to the list. She could not deny the looks she had seen pass between the two men. And when Dr. Watson had announced his engagement, she had seen a remarkable descent into madness and jealousy. It was the only way she could describe what she saw from Mr. Holmes. Mr. Holmes, who had stopped calling her Mrs. Hudson, had started calling her Nanny, as he had when they first met. Who shot up the walls, played violin music at God's hours of the night, who refused to eat week's on end, and then called for a Christmas feast days at a time. Mr. Holmes who slowly choked himself to death on experiments and pipe smoke.
No. Mrs. Hudson did not approve, but if it would improve her tenant's disposition, keep him from shooting the walls, killing the dog and make him happy, well then. It was about bloody time.
Title: What Mrs. Hudson Knew.
Author: Wendy Raimi
Pairing/Characters: Holmes/Watson
Rating: G, maybe PG
Word Count: Uh...yes, there are words. Oh fine, 330
Spoilers: Makes references to things in the trailer and a tiny scene from the movie. Probably best to read it after you've seen the movie.
Notes/Warnings: Has some anti-gay overtones that do not reflect the views of the author at all, what so ever. Otherwise, this is pretty chaste.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything but the idea of this fic and the words I wrote it with. This was also written right now in the LJ posting box, so not beta'd or anything. This is also the first posted fanfic I've written in roughly 6 years.
It was not the sound of gunfire. No, that produced an odor and happened when the Master was not on a case.
It was not the sound of the dog, who, when not being experimented upon, would take to flopping onto the floor, or bump into the table for attention.
It was not the sound of an experiment, again, something that would cause an odor - usually.
It was the unmistakable sound of a bed frame being wracked to pieces, and specifically against both the floor and the wall, hence why in her little basement kitchen Mrs. Hudson could hear it. She knew for a fact it was just the two of them up there, Dr. Watson and Mr. Holmes. No one had come to see them for days.
It was illegal for two men to do what they were doing currently. She did not approve really. She didn't want to think about two men doing what only a man and his wife should be doing. However, the other illegal things that happened in this house, all the other annoyances she had put up with, this could only be added to the list. She could not deny the looks she had seen pass between the two men. And when Dr. Watson had announced his engagement, she had seen a remarkable descent into madness and jealousy. It was the only way she could describe what she saw from Mr. Holmes. Mr. Holmes, who had stopped calling her Mrs. Hudson, had started calling her Nanny, as he had when they first met. Who shot up the walls, played violin music at God's hours of the night, who refused to eat week's on end, and then called for a Christmas feast days at a time. Mr. Holmes who slowly choked himself to death on experiments and pipe smoke.
No. Mrs. Hudson did not approve, but if it would improve her tenant's disposition, keep him from shooting the walls, killing the dog and make him happy, well then. It was about bloody time.