July 14 - Rehabilitation
Title: Rebuilding
Author: Pompey
Universe: ACD
Rating: G
Warnings: n/a
Word count: 325
Summary: A series of word-snapshots as Holmes and Watson rebuild their friendship post-Hiatus.
Prompt: July 14 - rehabilitation
Even though it was his fifth visit to Baker Street after Holmes’s resurrection, Watson still perched rather than sat on one of the cane-back chairs, looking somewhat out of place. Which he was, in Holmes’s opinion, since Watson’s place was in his old chair by the fire, perhaps with one of his sea novels or a medical journal. He should not look as though he were an unwanted guest, not in a room that used to be half his.
“Watson, what would you say to moving back here?”
***
He should never have left Holmes alone when he was in the middle of investigating a man with a particularly violent history. Now he was gone - heaven only knew where - without any sort of weapon as far as Watson knew. He tried to tell himself that Holmes would be fine, that this criminal was no Moriarty, that he ought not to wait up for his friend.
When Holmes finally walked through the door, bedraggled but unharmed, Watson fought back a literal sob of relief. His heartbeat, which had been racing for hours, finally slowed its frantic pace.
***
“I’ve taken up quite enough of your time, my dear fellow. If you prefer to return to Baker Street . . . ” Holmes paused for a moment. He did not like that weary sort of resignation creeping over Watson’s face at his words. Besides which, there was a witness to question and a personal ledger to study. Both tasks were critical and he could not do both at the same time.
“Well, in truth, Watson, if you could spare a few hours more, I can promise you they would be put to good use.”
***
“No,” Holmes told the new client firmly. “Dr. Watson is as much a part of this agency as I. It is both of us or neither.”
Watson silently chiseled the words into his memory and indulged in the glow they gave him.
Author: Pompey
Universe: ACD
Rating: G
Warnings: n/a
Word count: 325
Summary: A series of word-snapshots as Holmes and Watson rebuild their friendship post-Hiatus.
Prompt: July 14 - rehabilitation
Even though it was his fifth visit to Baker Street after Holmes’s resurrection, Watson still perched rather than sat on one of the cane-back chairs, looking somewhat out of place. Which he was, in Holmes’s opinion, since Watson’s place was in his old chair by the fire, perhaps with one of his sea novels or a medical journal. He should not look as though he were an unwanted guest, not in a room that used to be half his.
“Watson, what would you say to moving back here?”
***
He should never have left Holmes alone when he was in the middle of investigating a man with a particularly violent history. Now he was gone - heaven only knew where - without any sort of weapon as far as Watson knew. He tried to tell himself that Holmes would be fine, that this criminal was no Moriarty, that he ought not to wait up for his friend.
When Holmes finally walked through the door, bedraggled but unharmed, Watson fought back a literal sob of relief. His heartbeat, which had been racing for hours, finally slowed its frantic pace.
***
“I’ve taken up quite enough of your time, my dear fellow. If you prefer to return to Baker Street . . . ” Holmes paused for a moment. He did not like that weary sort of resignation creeping over Watson’s face at his words. Besides which, there was a witness to question and a personal ledger to study. Both tasks were critical and he could not do both at the same time.
“Well, in truth, Watson, if you could spare a few hours more, I can promise you they would be put to good use.”
***
“No,” Holmes told the new client firmly. “Dr. Watson is as much a part of this agency as I. It is both of us or neither.”
Watson silently chiseled the words into his memory and indulged in the glow they gave him.