July 9 - petting the test subject
Title: Surpring
Author: Pompey
Universe: Elementary
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: drugging, potential trigger
Word count: 355
Summary: When Joan gets drugged, it’s the criminal who gets the surprise.
Prompt: July 9 - Please do not pet the test subjects.
“Watson.”
Someone brushed her hair away from her face. “Watson?”
She wanted to respond, she really did. It was just that her lips felt like they were about five miles away from her brain. She wasn’t even sure she could remember how to make them work.
A gentle hand lightly cupped her cheek. “Joan, please, open your eyes.”
“Mr. Holmes, kindly stop petting the test subject,” ordered a male voice she did not recognize though it sounded familiar. The hand left her cheek and there was a sort of rustling noise.
“Not much of a test, was it, Evans,” snarled an English-accented voice, which took her far too long to identify as Sherlock Holmes. “The effects of ‘devil’s breath’ are already well documented so I doubt there was anything new that you could have learned. Oh, don’t look so surprised; it would be blindingly obvious you threw powdered scopolamine into her face, even if I didn’t know of your Columbian connections. I’m only surprised that you were unaware that occasionally the victim of scopolamine dosing will turn violent - particularly if she has been trained in self-defense. It looks to me as though it’s cost you a broken nose, a blacked eye, and at least one cracked rib.” If her lips were working, Watson would have smiled, not only at the list of damages she had caused but also at the undercurrent of pride in his voice.
“Oh, I think it was quite worth the price, Mr. Holmes. You might be surprised how much I learned from your partner while she not in her right mind. Quite informative.”
A coldness crept over her that had nothing to do with the effects of the alkaloid. What had she told him? She couldn’t remember a thing after she had turned the knob to enter the brownstone.
“Bravado does not suit you, Evans,” Sherlock retorted. “You forget - you are in my domain, on my territory. I have remote access to the webcam just there. I was listening in the entire time. The only thing you learned from Watson was how strong of a left hook she has.”
Author: Pompey
Universe: Elementary
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: drugging, potential trigger
Word count: 355
Summary: When Joan gets drugged, it’s the criminal who gets the surprise.
Prompt: July 9 - Please do not pet the test subjects.
“Watson.”
Someone brushed her hair away from her face. “Watson?”
She wanted to respond, she really did. It was just that her lips felt like they were about five miles away from her brain. She wasn’t even sure she could remember how to make them work.
A gentle hand lightly cupped her cheek. “Joan, please, open your eyes.”
“Mr. Holmes, kindly stop petting the test subject,” ordered a male voice she did not recognize though it sounded familiar. The hand left her cheek and there was a sort of rustling noise.
“Not much of a test, was it, Evans,” snarled an English-accented voice, which took her far too long to identify as Sherlock Holmes. “The effects of ‘devil’s breath’ are already well documented so I doubt there was anything new that you could have learned. Oh, don’t look so surprised; it would be blindingly obvious you threw powdered scopolamine into her face, even if I didn’t know of your Columbian connections. I’m only surprised that you were unaware that occasionally the victim of scopolamine dosing will turn violent - particularly if she has been trained in self-defense. It looks to me as though it’s cost you a broken nose, a blacked eye, and at least one cracked rib.” If her lips were working, Watson would have smiled, not only at the list of damages she had caused but also at the undercurrent of pride in his voice.
“Oh, I think it was quite worth the price, Mr. Holmes. You might be surprised how much I learned from your partner while she not in her right mind. Quite informative.”
A coldness crept over her that had nothing to do with the effects of the alkaloid. What had she told him? She couldn’t remember a thing after she had turned the knob to enter the brownstone.
“Bravado does not suit you, Evans,” Sherlock retorted. “You forget - you are in my domain, on my territory. I have remote access to the webcam just there. I was listening in the entire time. The only thing you learned from Watson was how strong of a left hook she has.”