Late birthday gifts
A week late, but I think I've finally exhausted what I can do with this.
Title: The Unknown Mrs Hudson
Rating: PG
Synopsis: Mrs Hudson, we hardly know ye.
Dedication: This is for spacefall's birthday, which was last week... Sorry.
It was getting late in the evening, and I was thinking of suggesting that my companion Sherlock Holmes and I take an early night. As I was pondering my approach, for Holmes was absorbed in a book and I didn't particularly wish to disturb him, Mrs Hudson popped her head around the door to enquire if we needed anything further from her. I remembered that this was her evening off and answered that no, we were quite fine.
She looked beautiful in a smart but simple evening gown. She shone with a radiance and youth I had rarely seen in her.
"You're looking very lovely this evening. Are you going somewhere special?" I enquired.
"Seeing someone special, rather Watson." Holmes murmured from his place curled up in his armchair.
"Really?" I turned back to look at our blushing landlady. "Well have a delightful evening."
"Yes." Holmes added, again without really looking up.
Giving me a weary, well knowing look Mrs Hudson left the room. A few moments later we heard the tinkling of the door bell and the sounds of our landlady leaving the house. I rose in my chair and headed towards the window.
"Are you not curious as to who her special gentleman is?"
"Our landladies sexual life is no interest to me."
"Oh surely it's more a romantic life..."
"You don't think Mrs Hudson has a sexual appetite?"
I blushed, "she's a woman..."
"How does that make a difference?"
Still blushing, I turned away from him to look out of the window. Outside stood a handsome carriage with deep red velvet curtains about the windows and a smartly dress footman. Mrs Hudson certain had an admirer with money, as I was considering who our landlady might meet with this sort of money when a portly gentleman stepped out of the carriage and greeted Mrs Hudson with a kiss upon the hand. There was something very familiar about this man, and I was wondering who he could possibly be when he looked up at the window where I stood. There was no mistaking those eyes.
"Good Lord!" I exclaimed.
Holmes looked up at me, "what is it?"
"Your brother!"
"What?!" He leapt over the back of his chair and scrambled around the furniture. He pushed past me and opened the window. He spluttered something that sounded like a garbled attempt at 'Mycroft'.
"Sherlock, it's hardly dignified to lean out of a window spluttering nonsense." Came the unmistakable voice of Mycroft Holmes from below our window. "You look ravishing my dear." No doubt he was talking to Mrs Hudson, "Sherlock, I do hope you don't object to me keeping your delightful landlady all night?" To my astonishment, Mycroft Holmes growled and Mrs Hudson giggled like a school girl.
Holmes continued to stare open mouthed out of the window, I pushed past him and called down to Mycroft. "That'll be fine Mr Holmes. Have a wonderful time!" I grinned broadly at my companion as we watched the two love birds depart in the carriage, after closing the window I turned to face him. "Just think, you brother and..."
I laughed as Holmes visibly grimaced, "I don't want to think about it."
"Strange," I mused, "I wouldn't have thought of your brother as an energetic fellow..." There was a thud to my right, "Holmes?"
He was lying on the floor in a foetal position, his fingers in his ears and his eyes screwed tightly shut.
I have a few ideas for my Lockhart/Snape fic so that's back on track after almost a year of nothing. Also had a plot hedgehog suggesting something else which I may or may not write.
Last night at work I was bitten by the Poetry Penguin (not to be confused with the Penguin of Death). Probably as a result of making it through a double show day with no sleep (unless you count dozing off in front of Grand Designs whilst in the crew room).
Title: Sleep
I'm just asking for one thing.
Nothing really.
I want to lay my head upon the pillow
and be swept onto a cloud of dreams.
To soar amongst the fields of gold,
to dance amongst the heavens
and conquer distant lands.
I want to swept along with a tide,
to experience the vapours of humanity.
To live amongst the stars to see
the dawning of a new life.
Nothing really.
Going to soak in the bath for a bit... might eat more fudge.