Drabble time!
Taking a mini-break from what I'm supposed to be doing (work stuff + article). *munches sandwich*
This is a 'get well soon' drabble for spikejem and elina_kivimaki
Title: Dr Watson's Out-takes
Rating: PG
Synopsis: Sometimes Watson omits things from his original tales, sometimes Holmes upsets him enough to put them back in.
There are many times in our friendship and later more intimate association that Sherlock Holmes has insulted my writing, most of the time I shrug my shoulders and ignore his jives, taking them in resigned humour. Recently though, his insults were mostly relating to the things I change to save myself embarrassment (such as the time I fell off my bicycle), I hastened to point out to him that often I change things to prevent his embarrassment. He made a sweeping statement that there were few occasions where he was likely to embarrass himself, and so my dear readers I submit the following incident that was tastefully not referred to during the original case although perhaps on reflection I should have left it in, even if it meant I was sleeping alone for some weeks afterwards.
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I held the evening newspaper tightly in my hand as I raced up the stairs. It was the sort of headline that I knew would spark my friends interest, not to mention the client I had seen Mrs Hudson escorting to our sitting room. The long agonising days of nothing must surely be over. Once again would my friend dazzle and amaze with his observations and deductions, and surely my long periods of sleeping alone must surely be over.
"Holmes!" I flung open his bedroom door. He was standing in front of his shaving mirror, razor in hand, in only his underwear and shirt. I must have given him a shock, despite my no doubt rapid footsteps upon the stairs, for his usually steady hand slipped leaving a streak of red across his cheek.
"Damn it, Watson!" He dabbed at the cut with his towel. "I do wish people would *knock*."
"Sorry, Holmes, but I thought you'd might like to see this." I held out the newspaper, headline clearly in view. He gave me an inquisitive look before taking the paper off me.
"Umm, this is indeed an interesting pickle. I dare say that we can soon expect a visit from Lestrade, no doubt at his wits end!" He gave a small laugh and made to open the door linking his bedroom with the sitting room. Before I could stop him or alert him to the presence of a female client awaiting him, he strode into the sitting room. He presented such a comical figure, half shaved, bleeding and dressed in his underclothes.
"Holmes!"
"Not now, Watson listen to this...."
"Holmes!"
He looked irritably up from the newspaper at me. "What is it?"
At this point our client chose to clear her throat and I was able to view the changing colours of my friends face with some amusement. His face went through several shades of deep red before settling on a rather attractive colour of crimson, slowly he lowered the newspaper to cover his crotch (Holmes is not one for buttons on underclothes) and smiled embarrassedly at our client.
He coughed, "I do apologise, I had no idea you were here..." he glared at me, "not that I stroll about like this often, you understand. If you'll excuse me..." still holding the newspaper in front of him, he did his best crab impression and scuttled very quickly sideways into his room. Our client giggled into her hand and I smiled back at her.
"Miss Hunter I believe?"
Living with Sherlock Holmes does have it's amusements.